Blood tax

Chapter 606 Ants and Gods

The Grand Republican Army's all-out offensive consisted of nearly 4 frontline troops, with battalions of infantry arranged in three densely packed horizontal columns, launching an attack on a front nearly four kilometers wide.

Pasch and a small group of grenadiers formed the flag team ahead of the first line of infantry. He carried his flintlock on his shoulder, and the gleaming bayonets were behind him, marching at a speed of 90 steps per minute to the beat of the drum.

The elves' large force was not far ahead. The melee that had lasted from early morning until just now had almost entangled the troops of both sides. The sudden skyfire frightened both sides of the melee, and small-scale retreats occurred in many places.

Griffith and Roland, as well as commanders at all levels in Bayerland who had sensed the opportunity, were organizing a full-scale counterattack.

The organization of the Canaanite main force recovered quickly, but the servant armies that served as meat shields and flank covers were collapsing, forcing the regular armies of the elves and half-elvets to retreat and maintain the front line.

The elite skirmishers, hunters and rangers of both Bayerlan and Canaan fought each other between the two armies' battle lines until the increasingly close battle lines forced them to retreat into their respective groups.

Amid the melodious flute and cheerful drum beats, Pashu's heartbeat gradually became stable from the initial rapidity. He could even see the flags of the Marines and the Sevastov Army on the right wing with the corner of his eye, until the 10th Army led by the dazzling golden eagle accelerated to fill the battle line. He couldn't help but look to the left. The left wing troops that suffered huge losses in the morning were also trying to catch up. The orc warriors who were a head taller than him were running everywhere at a sprinting speed.

"The enemy is finished!"

This proud thought resonates in the hearts of Pasho, Loper and many others.

This world certainly belongs to those incredible demigods, heroes and extraordinary beings, the protagonists in the story… When two hundred thousand of us unite together, the elves and their kingdom of God in the story are about to collapse!
Where have all those wonders and surprises gone?!

The artillery began to cover the fire, the shells swept past the shaking helmets, and the attacks from the opposite side occasionally scattered the nearby troops. The line array was getting closer and closer, and Pashu could clearly see the enemies on the opposite side who were not in formation, pushing and crowding each other, firing continuously with bows and muskets.

More and more people were shot and shot with arrows. People in the first row kept falling down, and were immediately replaced by those behind them. Pashu and the soldiers came rolling in to the beat of the drums, like a spring wound up. They carried their rifles and stared ahead, trying to see clearly who was coming to kill them.

Pashu felt a salty taste in his mouth, and his passionate enthusiasm was about to flow from the corners of his eyes. The continuous flow of people magnified his power two hundred thousand times, and it was about to burst out from his limbs! Opposite stood the followers of the gods, and any one of them was a hero in stories and songs. They had a life that mortals could not even imagine, and they could even surpass the right of birds to soar in the sky. However, their attacks had almost no effect on the mighty team——!
If Desai was around at this time, Pasho would have to tell him that he had become the protagonist of the story. Even Behemoth in the captain's story could be knocked to the ground with a bayonet.

Where have all those mysteries gone that I've been dreaming about?!

Suddenly, a horn sounded from the opposite side. In the countless white smoke, dense flames flashed in patches, and the sound of the volley was deafening. The comrades around him fell down one after another. Pashu, who was full of enthusiasm, subconsciously twitched all over his body, and his mind almost flew out of his body. A moment later, when he recovered from the twitching and numbness, the sound of the flute and drums was still ringing, and his body was still moving forward mechanically, without any disorder in his steps.

“I’m really the protagonist!”

Pashu was about to fly into the sky. The attack just now was the last chaotic attack of the Canaan Central Army. The battle line of the Great Republic Army had crossed the battlefield and was approaching the volley range!
There are only fifteen steps left, no, ten steps!
Paxiu estimated the distance. Some troops had stopped marching, and he could see the movements of the other side clearly. Suddenly, he saw an agile figure among the enemies, drawing his bow and shooting an arrow like flowing water.

"clang!"

There was a loud noise, and half of the helmet bounced and hit Pashu's face. The girl next to him with a big helmet fell forward, and the military flag she was holding also fell down.

"I don't know her name yet..."

Pashu subconsciously reached out and grabbed the flagpole, which fell into his hand. He turned his head to look, but the warm flag caressed his face, blocking his view.

In the Canaan army, there were shouts, screams, gunshots, and drums. The choking smoke and the battle lines that were so close made the entire army tense and excited to the point of being out of control. The drums and footsteps were getting closer and closer. The elf troops, which had already lost their superiors' orders, were paralyzed even at the grassroots level. Officers and high-level Beyonders shuttled through the crowd, trying to organize the dozen or twenty soldiers around them. The wounded called for doctors, the cavalry ordered to make way, the musketeers were busy loading bullets, and the archers asked others to go to the front and prepare for the sword.

The rapid drumbeats surged. Tens of thousands of Canaanite soldiers looked up and saw the blue, red, silver and gold waves already surging to their feet. The rangers trembled as they took out their bows and arrows, but they couldn't put the bowstrings on.

The Grand Republican Army came like a wall with overwhelming momentum. The rolling sounds of footsteps, flutes and drums suddenly disappeared. The battle line went from dynamic to static, and they lined up silently at a distance of fifteen to twenty steps.

Pashu, who took the flag, gritted his teeth and stared at the chaotic enemy shaking in a ball. He looked down at these creatures, just like looking at ants at his feet - they couldn't understand how someone could ignore the shooting of psychic energy, cannonballs, muskets, and bows and arrows, and calmly cross the battlefield, just like ants waving their antennae at the mountain-like soles of their shoes, they simply couldn't understand, couldn't touch, and dared not look directly at the entity that exceeded common sense and physiological limits. "Ready!"

Three quick military bugles sounded, and the four-kilometer-long battle line was filled with musketry. Just by witnessing the overwhelming waves, a large number of elves and half-elves had already lost their minds, screaming and laughing meaninglessly. Some of them threw away their weapons, some were pulling out the rods, some raised their shields and shouted loudly, and some drew their swords but did not dare to charge, standing there with dull eyes, like fools looking directly into the body of a god.

"aim--!"

The elves' troops collapsed like a broken dam, with large numbers of officers and soldiers ignoring the orders of the supervisors and running to the back without caring about anything else. A strong wind blew by, and the water marks in the corners of Pashu's eyes became clear, and he could clearly see pairs of panicked, fearful and confused eyes.

"volley!"

Time froze and even the sound disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar tore through the air, and the explosions became one, shocking the whole world. The flashing shields were like lightning, and the dense barrage of bullets like a rainstorm screamed and tore through the Canaan ranks, piercing through the plate armor at a distance of fifteen steps, tearing the flesh and blood, and making a continuous popping sound. Under the hazy blood mist, the bursting internal organs and intestines poured down, pulling out a red and black river in the crowd.

The Canaanite army, which was crowded together, was hit by intensive fire. From the banks of the Tyrne River to the multi-faceted fort, all the troops who remained in the position were knocked down in large numbers. Elves and half-elves were hit by lead bullets and fell to the ground. After this round of violent volleys, Marshal Paulus saw that his front was almost completely wiped out.

The ground was full of twisted, struggling people, like worms. Those who were not killed screamed even more miserably than the wounded, waving their arms and running backwards.

Then came a passionate and piercing military call! Roland snatched the horn from the bugler and blew the charge himself!
"Bayonet charge!"

The infantry on all fronts shouted in unison and rushed out, sweeping over Canaan's position in a blink of an eye. Amid the roar of killing, Griffith led the cavalry through the scattered crowd and directly attacked several mixed-primordia. The infantry with bayonets pursued the completely collapsed elven center and harvested them piece by piece.

Paulus watched his army disintegrate from the White Tower. The reserve army and some of the fastest troops fled into the White Tower, while the rest of the troops panicked and dived into the dark swamp with earth-shaking howls.

Even the super-heavy cavalry and the extraordinary men were cornered in the torrent of defeat and were surrounded by the swarming Bayerlan infantry.

……

"Marshal, we must break out!" General Seydlitz and other senior officers retreated back to the White Tower and shouted loudly in the command center.

The Bayerlan army rolled in and captured almost all of the elves' artillery positions. Except for a few troops, most of the elves were surrounded in the White Tower.

"No, we must concentrate the reserve forces to defend the White Tower! We cannot lose the passage in and out of Canaan!" Marshal Paulus calmed down from the chaos and said to his adjutants, "We cannot wait for the communication to be restored. Send a herald to notify the Senate immediately."

The main force of Canaan gathered here was finished, but Canaan never pinned its hopes on military victory. The concrete and miraculous victory was the decisive outcome.

There are less than three days left until the arrival of the "Magic Spring". Standing in the way of Griffith and the Grand Republic Army and guarding the Satellite Cloud Temple are the three psychic fortresses: the White Tower, the Red Castle and the Elzbach Palace.

The Canaan Senate will definitely gather more troops. This is the Canaan territory. The reinforcements that the elves can get with the advantage of the interior are definitely not comparable to those that humans can get! The longer the White Tower can delay, the stronger the reinforcements will be!

Thinking of this, Marshal Paulus made up his mind:

“Wherever human soldiers go, they must defend! Even if they occupy the kitchen, they must fight in the living room.

"Hold on until tomorrow, our army will be reorganized on June 6th!"