A Sussian soldier standing in the queue was trying hard to pour the gunpowder in his hand into the barrel of his gun. He raised his head from time to time and saw his comrades beside him falling one after another.
Yes, he could no longer concentrate on loading ammunition because he felt that his comrades around him were falling too fast.
Every time, when he heard the unique sound of gunfire and subconsciously raised his head, he could see scores of soldiers falling down, screaming.
His hands were shaking uncontrollably and no longer obeyed his command. He could only force himself to calm down as much as possible, but he desperately found that he could not do such a thing at all.
"Bang!" There was another intensive gunfire, and a bullet hit his chest. His body shook, and then he fell down spinning.
He weakly hit the body of his companion, and then subconsciously wanted to raise his arm to cover his wound, but when he raised his arm halfway, he fell down again.
A commander in Susas ran to his commander in despair, pointed at the enemy battle line not far away, and shouted in despair: "Sir, sir!"
"What?" Tucci's confidant asked subconsciously as he felt a big stone pressing on his chest, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.
"Bang!" Just as he asked this question, a billowing white smoke appeared from the enemy position in the distance.
And soon, the two thin lines moved forward again, leaving the white smoke behind. These completely different Northridge soldiers wearing gray-green coats marched in neat steps, and there has been no confusion in the queue until now.
Half a minute.
Tuqi's trusted general pressed his long sword, looked at his men with some confusion, pointed at the battlefield in the distance and asked loudly: "What? What's going on? Why did you open fire again? Our soldiers, the soldiers are not
Are you still loading?"
According to normal circumstances, a general should not show such panic on the battlefield no matter what.
Because all the soldiers are looking at him, looking at their commander, they need to see the calm and calm spirit in their commander, which is an important pillar to support them in fighting.
But at this moment, the officer who was sent to take command under Tucci's personal orders was completely unable to remain calm and composed.
Because he has never seen such a terrifying scene. The weapon in the opponent's hand has a reloading speed three times that of Cyric's flintlock! Even four times!
There was a panic on the battlefield. Another artillery shell roared and landed in Susas's array. The explosion suddenly blew away a pile of broken limbs. The panicked soldiers began to run around and run away. The entire phalanx seemed to have begun to lose control.
controlled.
"What is that? What kind of shell is that?" Such questions were all in his mind, and no one could answer them. All the commanders of Susas were completely confused.
They didn't know how to deal with the situation at hand, nor what they should do. They didn't know whether to give the order to retreat, or to continue to persist in vain.
In fact, these soldiers could not even organize an effective counterattack. They had no intention of facing the approaching Beiling soldiers, and they only focused on running away under the gunpoint of the other party.
Watching another volley from the Northridge soldiers, the officer answered Tucci's confidant's question: "Yes, sir, them! They're firing again! They're firing again!"
Tucci's confidant was already crying when he spoke, because he had never seen such a weird battle. Even if he was as brave as him, he would not have the courage to face an enemy who could fire again so quickly.
He staggered a step, as if he wanted to see clearly what was happening in front of him. He asked subconsciously, as if expecting someone to answer his doubts: "How is it possible?"
Finally, when he was already desperate, he thought of Tucci and the face that trusted him. So, he bit his back teeth and barely pulled himself out of the abyss of despair.
He drew out his sword and pointed in the direction of Tang Mo: "Let our soldiers reload as soon as possible. The loaded soldiers will move forward immediately! Hurry!"
"How is it possible...Sir, we, we need time, the troops can no longer be restrained." A commander was stunned after hearing the order, then looked at him and reminded him.
Feeling that he had a big responsibility, Tuqi's confidant continued to ask: "Fire, where is the artillery? Why haven't you pushed it up yet? You can't control that much! Load the shotgun on the spot! Load the shotgun on the spot! Hold on steady.
Formation! Hold the formation!"
"Adjusting the shooting angle! Calibration also takes time..." The commander glanced at the defense line that was on the verge of collapse and explained with a tearful voice.
"You! Go to the front and let the soldiers on the front line stabilize." This famously brave general from Susas pointed at the front line and roared loudly.
"It's too late!" The officer's face showed fear, he shouted desperately and ran in the opposite direction.
Tucci's confidant subconsciously looked towards the direction of the Beiling troops' attack, and saw a sheet of white smoke billowing: "What? It's too late... damn..."
His vision went dark, and a bullet penetrated his forehead directly. He fell on his back, and that curse became the last word in his mind.
"Bang!" After the fourth round of gunfire, Susas's soldiers were finally frightened by the monsters in front of them. They forgot the movements of their hands, or simply couldn't stop their hands from shaking out of fear.
Complaints and curses were everywhere on the battlefield, and these frightened Susa soldiers had no intention of fighting anymore: "How can these people reload so fast?"
"Quick, quick... reload quickly, they are getting closer!" A soldier dropped his weapon and began to flee away.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Don't push me, I, my bullet fell..." The deserter knocked over another soldier, and the soldier finally held it in his hand.
The bullet accidentally fell into the grass.
"My gunpowder is spilled, damn it..." another soldier shouted, and then he realized that his comrades were fleeing.
"Bang!" Amidst the noise, another round of gunfire came from the North Ridge, and another group of Sussus soldiers fell.
"Quick! Run... they're coming!" The completely collapsed Sussus soldiers found that their officers and commanders could no longer be seen. They shouted, pushing and shoving in the direction of the road they came from.
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"Bang!" Behind them, the soldiers led by Tang Mo advanced steadily. They were not in a hurry, as if they were hunting.
Weiss put down the K1 gun in his hand and looked at the unattended black cannon in front of him, feeling a little unreal.
He walked to Tang Mo with his weapon in hand and saw that the other party was standing in front of a group of Susa soldiers kneeling on the ground with their hands raised in the air.
"What...what's going on?" Wes gasped and put the gun behind his back, asking Tang Mo.
Tang Mo shook his head: "We won, what else can happen?"
"Then what's going on with these people?"
"My legs are so weak that I don't even dare to run... Look, there are at least 100 people." Tang Mo curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Our prisoners... will be escorted down in a while and someone will be sent to keep an eye on them.
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"About 100 people fled to the opposite side of the roadbed...the rest are here." A company commander came over with a sword and reported to Tang Mohui: "Ten cannons, two cannons
It’s damaged, but the rest can still be used, but... it’s not easy to get rid of these things.”
After he finished speaking, he paused and explained: "Our manpower is limited, and the enemy may counterattack at any time."
As he spoke, he handed the exquisite sword in his hand to Tang Mo: "Sir, this is the sword of the supreme commander of this army. He died in the rebellion and was hit by a bullet.
His forehead was directly killed."
This sword looks very old, and it looks like a family heirloom. The scabbard is engraved with a complicated family emblem, and there is also a small gem inlaid on it.
Tang Mo casually handed the sword to Weiss beside him: "Remember to remind me later, and give it to the Earl as a souvenir."
"We have been exposed. The enemy may not have reacted yet, but if they react and deploy more troops, it will still be a troublesome thing." When Weiss took over the sword, Tang Mo frowned and looked at it.
Looking at the roadbed scattered with craters and corpses, he spoke.
"Is there any way?" Weiss felt that it was a blessing in misfortune that such a disadvantaged battle could be fought like this.
"We have to continue the attack!" Tang Mo pointed to the roadbed in the distance and said, "Attack! Find the enemy's command node and destroy it with artillery!"
"Those artillerymen just wasted 10 rounds of your artillery shells." Weiss reminded, pointing to the craters scattered on the roadbed.
"Twenty rounds are worth it!" Tang Mo smiled, then looked at the other company commander who came over: "Bad news?"
"Four of us were killed and nine were wounded..." The company commander's face turned pale, and he sadly handed a piece of paper to Tang Mo: "But everyone is good, no one retreated..."
"Well done to everyone! Everyone! All heroes!" Tang Mo took the piece of paper and put it into his pocket: "Assemble the troops! Keep moving forward! The platoon with the greatest losses will stay and take care of our compatriots.
corpses, take care of the wounded...and keep an eye on these prisoners!"
"Yes! Sir!" The company commander stood at attention and saluted, and then blew the whistle hanging around his neck: "Gather! Gather! Check the weapons! Load the ammunition! The third row will stay to guard the prisoners and take care of the wounded...the rest
