Standing at the head of the landing boat with the most standard military posture, Major General Parkinson expressed his pride and ambition.
The general did not participate in how much actual combat, and Albion's medal type is not as many as the public **, otherwise he will always hang the medal on the pants and squat on the beach to draw sketching.
Big hurt.
Not far away, with the accompaniment of the rumbling artillery and military music, the riflers wearing a triangular hat, wearing the bishop champion guard group was lined up on the beach, the red long dragon extended to the inland ...
"No one can stop this army, the world is at our feet."
Major General John Langbert was also proud and proud. He also wore conspicuous officer dresses and put on all the medals. In order to highlight the position of the commander, Major General Lambert's position was slightly back.
"Soon, we can enjoy lunch at Lilian."
"Yes, and ..."
Parkinson took out the pocket watch and looked at two small needles.
"3 hours and 28 minutes, enough for us to end this battle, I hope there are fresh caviar in the fortress."
"Of course, there are vodka."
Langbert complimented, and the school officials laughed a few times.
They have no doubt that they will usher in a good future. After spending the most dangerous beach landing on Ping An, they have not been counterattacked, and Major General's speech on the public ** strength has entered the hearts of every Albion soldier.
"... How can the cowardly and incompetent long -haired hybrids win the warrior of the heroic kingdom of the heroic and fearless king of soldiers? Whether we have nearly 30,000 people in our army.
Among them, one hundred, kill the long hair hybrid, do not leave ... "
There is no suspense in the end, victory and glory belong to Albion.
At the same time, similar ideas also appeared in the minds of other people. Martias Heznnor, who was lying in the small forest in the distance, murmured in his heart, while holding a high -to -to -face face.
Enter the cross line, quickly scratched the values of wind speed, wind direction, ballistic deviation, and other values in the head. Then he put his fingers on the trigger and started to force ...
Slap!
The bullet did not fly out of the gun. Major General Parkinson still published a long story. Martias hugged his head and watched his companion, his boss and mentor, Maje Cumigg.
"Mands officer, what do you want to do?"
The adult of the major was full of anger, and just rewarded a blasting hand hanging in the air. Ready to take it again.
"Sorry, the chief. I just subconsciously ..."
It's another blast.
"Shut up! I before I ordered it. Take care of your fingers!"
Watching Martias retracted with grievances, the major sighed softly and continued to use the artillery team to monitor the movement of the Red Army.
From them to that group of official targets with at least 700 meters. At this distance, although the bullets still have sufficient killing kinetic energy, it is difficult to guarantee the accuracy. What's more, Mattias uses it.
The semi -automatic sniper rifle, although the specially manufactured high -precision competition -class heavy barrel is used, the special high -precision sniper special ammunition is used, and a 4x sight is equipped with a high cost to exchange for the significant improvement of accuracy. However
In contradiction, whether this distance can be in the first place is still unknown.
Once you lose your hands, humans will greet them enthusiastically. It is possible to get from flying beasts to heavy artillery. Although the major is brave, he does not like to take this unnecessary risk.
More importantly, their job is not to snipes that large target, at least not here ...
"Pack up."
From the field of the artillery team to look away, the Major order to the Major:
"We back to the fortress."
Two hours later, Zaisov, the new military of the Principality, was awakened. As soon as he opened his eyes, the officer's poor faces were posted.
"Hurry up! You are lazy ghosts, damn animals, what are you lying down, wait for me to use a whip to draw you?! Hurry up, prepare a hairless monkey!"
The anger roar bombed in the confused head of the soldiers. He was stunned and pushed it to the side wall of the cricket, and then he had a kick on his butt.
Pain promotes the dull brain to start operation, clean the barrel, pour the gunpowder and bullets, compact, and then open the trigger -after doing these things, Zaispv hugs the rifle and squats on the side wall of the sticker.
Like other soldiers stationed in the peripheral position, listening to the roar and explosion of shells.
The roar continued one after another, and it seemed never endless. Even if they couldn't see it with their own eyes, the soldiers could imagine how a hell -like scene. Unlike other troops, the new soldiers witnessed in the exercise field and felt the feelings and felt the feelings.
The power of dense bombardment of artillery fire has long been in the stage of being shot to scare urine pants. They are very clear that unless the shells are hit directly, they can have a fatal threat to them.
choose.
It is also because of the "experience" in this area. Last night, they just jumped off the cargo carriage that permeated the savage livestock. Before they could breathe, they were rushed to the front line.
The generals of the generals are very simple. The defender and the new army are also rookie troops, but the new army has better equipment, and know how to deal with shells, so that they are reassuring to important areas.
Wheels hitting the collapse of the troops.
It should be said that the generals' ideas are correct. Among the half -hour shells, none of the new soldiers soldiers ran around. They panicked with a face, squatting at the bottom of the trench, waiting for the end of the shell.
It was about half an hour during this time, but Zaisov and his companions felt as long as a century. Not long after the last fire shells exploded, a whistle sounded with the roar of "ready to fight".
piece.
Without a little delay, soldiers stood by the dust stood by the dust stood on the ladder, the bench and the stacked ammunition boxes, leaned their heads out of the trenches, and raised the gun to aim at the red human wall hundreds of meters away.
A rushing drum, a military officer with gorgeous uniforms pulled out the saber, the knife tip pointed to the direction where Zaisov was located, and yelled.
attack.
Zaisov speculated that he meant that. After the shouting, the flute player and drummer began their performance. With the shot of "The March of the Buller", the Albion's square arranged towards the first way to slowly slowly.
Slowly open, such as Lin's bayonet shining in the sun.
It's strange.
Zaisov's mind passed a question: Although the bayonet was very dazzling, the Arbien officer was even more dazzling. They had a clean uniform, each medal was polished, and then put these things in the things, and then put these things in the things.
On your body, he stood in the first row with the command knife and turned himself into a large target ...
Maybe they are here to participate in the parade instead of fighting, and the list can only tell themselves so
"Everyone, aim!"
The sergeant pulled out his pistol and ordered loudly to remove the thoughts from the thoughts. The young hunter of the Ural Mountain put an Alby officer in the door to the door, and the fingers were triggered.
His head suddenly broke out a lot of memory fragments: many years ago, the old hunter, the story of the child and a wolf.
"shot!!"
Zaidov deducted the trigger, and the officer fell down at the back.
No cheers, no celebration, he retired at the fastest speed, and started to clean up the barrel of the gun, go to the gunpowder and bullets, and compact it. After the third row was pushed down, he immediately stepped forward and chisen on the head of another officer.
. Retreat again ...
Suddenly hit, the red square array paused, and then continued to move forward at the same speed. At this distance, the hit rate of the musket can almost ignore.
More than two digits. The queue continues to accompany the military music and does not shake. The Albion people silently bear the loss, taking the chilling steps to approach the cricket.
Soon ... at least a few minutes, they will enter the distance that can play the most power, use the first round of retention to flood the enemy, and then initiate a white blade charge to completely defeat the coward hiding in the trenches.
Albion's officers smiled, and they had seen the dawn of victory.
At this moment, the explosion happened under the feet of the soldiers of the red.