The goblin defenders in Dingcheng feel uncomfortable looking at the flag of the Tang Empire flying in the city center square. They tried to regain the lost position, but their efforts were really unrewarded.
The firepower of the orcs was too strong for the goblins. As the battle progressed, Shanru received more and more reinforcements.
The Tang Empire ordered a large number of Thompson submachine guns from the Chu State, which greatly increased the firepower density of the Orc troops.
In street fighting, the orc troops had more and more automatic weapons in their hands, and the goblins who fought back had almost nothing to do in the face of such powerful firepower.
A submachine gunner on the other side can find almost anywhere and fire the effect of a light machine gun. What can the mirage army do besides taking human lives to fill it?
Now, judging from some ruins, the entire square is covered with the corpses of Mirage soldiers, and there are even the remains of two tanks.
It's really interesting to talk about the wreckage of these two tanks. Previously, the Orc troops transferred a No. 4 tank from somewhere, hoping to use the cover of this tank to quickly break through the Mirage Army's defense line.
But they failed. The Mirage army risked their lives and kept counterattacking. Finally, a crazy soldier covered up and used a thorn mine to kill the Orc tank that was showing off its power in the central square.
After destroying this tank, the orcs did not dare to invest in new tanks. Because for the orcs, tanks are also precious things.
Subsequently, the goblins also brought in a tank, trying to use this tank to cover their infantry to retake the west side of the square and regain control of the square.
However, during the attack, the tank was directly penetrated by a rocket from the front by the Orc troops, and it died in the square.
As a result, one of the two sides lost a tank in the central square, and then they stopped pursuing such attempts. The obedient sides began to invest more soldiers in fighting for the square, as if there was gold buried under the square.
Of course, there is no gold buried here, and there is not even a proper sewer. The two sides abandoned thousands of corpses here, but they were just fighting for the last breath.
It was getting dark, and behind the Mirage Army's barricade, a group of soldiers began to gather again. They were going to launch another attack and continue to fight for that damn high ground.
"For His Majesty the Mirage Emperor!" The leading commander took out the command knife from his waist and lowered his voice to encourage his soldiers.
These soldiers also silently took out their bayonets from their waists and inserted them into the muzzles of their guns. They had no other weapons, and they even ran out of bullets.
Before setting off, they received orders to leave the remaining bullets for the following troops. Now all they can use are the various cold weapons in their hands.
Some people use knives, some use bayonets, some use spears, and some use shovels and hoes.
They were more like a group of revolting people than an army. Their weapons were in a mess, and even their uniforms were not neat. The clothes on their bodies were all patched, and the helmets on their heads were left to later troops.
Due to the lack of supplies, even steel helmets are in urgent need now: even if there is a hole in them, they are still hot commodities.
"After setting off, don't make any noise easily!" The officer stared at the soldiers in front of him and ordered word by word: "Try your best to get close to the enemy's position. Only if the assault is successful can we survive!"
All the soldiers looked at their commander and listened carefully to what the commander said to them. Compared with other reckless commanders, life with this commander seemed to be pretty good.
It's a pity that after retreating all the way here, they were finally used in a desperate counterattack. The order must be carried out, and this battle... they seemed to be unable to escape.
While it was getting dark, the sound of artillery in the distance was still echoing, and these soldiers began to climb over the obstacles. The buildings on both sides of the square had been reduced to ruins. For the attacking side, such terrain was difficult.
It's really not very convenient.
The enemies hidden in the ruins on the opposite side had a very good view, but the cautious goblins avoided the dangerous areas little by little and moved along the more complicated terrain on both sides of the square as much as possible.
Only the moonlight could illuminate the surrounding environment, and it was too dark to see anything clearly. These goblins groped forward and gradually approached the orc position.
Carrying the command knife, the goblin officer led these veterans and new recruits, helplessly complaining about the stupidity of his superiors and cursing their madness.
One-third of the officers and veterans in his unit were transferred to the new unit to take command. This was the best news he heard before setting off.
As for why the most valuable veterans are not transferred away, it is because without these backbones, the new recruits will not have the courage to launch a desperate attack.
But why launch such an attack that is almost impossible to succeed? Because the Mirage troops are beginning to run out of ammunition. With so many troops left behind, there is no ammunition, so why not try to counterattack at night...
As for why not retreat these extra troops without ammunition to the mirage? This involves another question: who stays and who goes?
Whoever you withdraw will have opinions from the remaining people. Giving everyone hope at this time is tantamount to choosing a big rout.
Simply don't let anyone leave, just fill in people inside and don't withdraw people from outside. Only in this way can the basic battle situation be maintained.
Just doing this will consume a large number of veterans who have endured cruel battlefields, making their sacrifices worthless.
Further forward is the defense line of the orc troops. The distance between the two sides is very close, and even the goblins can vaguely hear the voices of some orcs.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The kind of pig attack that loudly shouts "Long Live" from a distance of several hundred meters is impossible. No one with any brains can tell the enemy first.
coming.
The actual situation is that only when you are very close to the enemy and can ensure that you can quickly advance in front of the enemy and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy, the commander will take the lead in shouting.
This shout is actually an order to charge and to contact the people around you. Because if you don’t shout, how will other small groups of troops in the dark know that you have launched an attack? No one can know whether they want to continue without communication.
They were advancing covertly, not sure how long they would have to stay in place.
Therefore, when the defense line of the orc troops could be vaguely seen, the leading goblin commander stood up from behind a small shelter and shouted loudly back: "For His Majesty the Mirage Emperor! Charge!"
"Long live His Majesty the Mirage Emperor!" The Mirage soldiers who had already agreed on the slogan began to shout, then got up from the ground and launched an attack on the enemy's trenches that were already close in front of them.
The orc troops probably also expected that the Mirage troops would launch a counterattack at night, and soon fierce gunfire began to echo on the battlefield.
In less than thirty seconds, a flare shot up into the sky. It exploded in mid-air, making everything around it pale and pale.
At the same time, the face of the commander of the Mirage Army was also pale: he saw an MG42 machine gun with a bullet chain on the main position directly behind the front defense force of the Orcs, aiming at him.
s position.
Around him, there were densely packed Mirage soldiers who were climbing up with weapons in hand. They stepped on the ruins and corpses and staggered, but their speed was actually not very fast.
When these soldiers were about to show off the orc troops in the front row, the sound of chainsaws rang out from the machine gun position behind the orcs.
That is a sound that many goblins are very familiar with, and it is a sound that many goblins are very afraid of. Once there starts to be the sound of tearing cloth on the battlefield, nothing good will definitely happen.
Sure enough, dazzling tracer bullets began to rush across the battlefield, and the goblin soldiers who were rushing towards the orc troops were stunned. Many soldiers began to stagger and fall, as if they had been struck by some magic.
Before the soldier in the front row could figure out what was happening, the blood spurted by his comrades beside him spurted onto his face. Before the soldier whose face was covered with blood could scream, another bullet penetrated him.
his chest.
This was a collision between flesh and blood. Even with heavy casualties, goblins still rushed into the orc army's defense line.
The orc troops were not to be outdone, and the two sides soon began to engage in hand-to-hand combat. The orcs, who had the advantage in firepower, would occasionally join the battle with submachine gunners. The continuous shooting caused the mirage troops who came up to fight with bayonets to lose many people.
The officer who directed the attack of the mirage army kept rushing forward with his soldiers, stepping on the corpses of his own people, step by step. As he walked, he saw an orc soldier who was stabbed to death with a bayonet. This represented their
The attack still had some results.
It's just that... this didn't seem to be very effective. Gradually, the goblin troops began to collapse due to their lack of follow-up.
"Attack! Keep attacking! You will be dead if you run!" The mirage commander shouted loudly, reminding his soldiers to find their courage. He knew that if he turned around and ran back to the starting point despite the firepower of the orcs,
Almost no one can survive.
But his efforts were in vain. When he shouted loudly, a bullet flying from nowhere hit his head. He fell to the side, and there was no more sound.
The soldiers who had been roaring and charging just now were now like weasels who had seen the dog and started to run away. They were once again driven back to the place where they started, and nothing seemed to have changed.
