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Chapter 171 Chapter 171 Fortunately, I am here

The soldiers didn't take this level of shelling seriously, but the officers could hear something different from the sound of shelling on this scale.

An officer tapped the edge of the table lightly with his fingers. During the short interval of shelling, he looked at his colleagues around him and said, "The scale is not small. There are at least 50 front-loading field guns!"

"My calculations are about the same, about 50 artillery pieces. It seems that the opponent has assembled artillery from at least five legions..." Another officer also agreed with his companion's judgment.

"Is it worth a round of counterattack?" The officer who spoke first looked at the artillery commander beside him and asked.

The artillery commander nodded slightly, and ordered to the signal flag messenger standing not far from him: "Let the battalion artillery fire! Serve the enemy an appetizer!"

"You are really stingy." The officer on the side laughed at the artillery commander and said, "The enemy has already shown half of their cannons. Are you still reluctant to use the C80?"

"They are also worthy?!" The artillery commander curled his lips in disdain, and countered the ridicule of several comrades in contempt: "I let the artillerymen of the battalion do it to bully them, and the C80, I am afraid of the C80 artillery It's too loud to scare those bastards away!"

"Hahahaha!" A group of officers laughed like this. Amidst their laughter, the artillerymen of the two battalions deployed behind the position, 10 C64 breech-loading field mounts retreated, and let out their roars.

"Boom!" On the position, the air waves from the muzzle of the cannon blew away the sand and raised dust, which permeated the entire artillery position.

The ballistics of these retreating guns are actually not very good. According to the classification, they are all cannons with straight ballistics.

However, Tang Mo's C64 artillery uses breech loading, which has good airtightness, long range, accurate shooting, and most importantly - it uses grenades!

Compared with solid bullets, the explosive power of the grenade is terrifying. The ten artillery roared together, and the momentum was not inferior to those Cyric muzzle-loading guns that were firing a new round.

For a while, the artillery on the battlefield rumbled, and then Cyric's artillery positions raised dust and smoke columns.

The grenade fell, hit the ground and triggered the impact fuze, detonating the cannonball, which exploded over Cyric's artillery emplacement.

The shells kicked up the dirt, damaged the cannons, and wiped out many of the hapless Cyric artillerymen.

Just after a round of salvo, Tang Mo's artillery had the advantage of quick reloading. While the fifty Cyric field guns were still cleaning their bores, Tang Mo's cannon fired again.

The smokeless gunpowder saved Tang Mo's artillery a lot of time when cleaning the barrel, and the new shells also made loading very convenient.

In short, the weapons of the two sides have actually formed a generation gap. In this case, Cyric is naturally extremely passive.

Just when Cyric's artillerymen were preparing for the third volley against the enemy's dense artillery fire, the fifth round of Datang Group's artillery shells fell on top of their heads.

A cannonball detonated the cannon powder stored next to a cannon, and the explosion knocked off all the surrounding artillery and two cannons that were preparing to fire.

The wheels of the two loaded cannons were blown up, and the whole cannon fell down in the field, looking so miserable and desolate.

The soldiers hiding around stood up in twos and threes, brushed off the dust on their bodies, and shook their heads to restore their hearing.

Under the urging of the officers, these artillerymen, who had become a little numb and used to it, returned to their cannons in fear, ignited the cannons, and fired their third salvo.

But this time the salvo, the sound of Cyric's guns seemed a little sparse.There are still about 20 artillery pieces firing, and the landing points of the shells are still those empty spaces...

"Are there any wounded! Is anyone injured?" In the trench, a medical soldier with a white cuff on his arm, carrying a medicine box, and holding a revolver on his waist, passed one boring soldier after another.He draws a long tone and seems bored too.

There is no way, since the start of the war, it seems that there is not even a single wounded person in the security forces of the entire Datang Group. Everyone feels a little bored when the battle is like this.

So far, Tang Mo has only exposed two machine gun positions, and the full range of counterattacks is 2 10mm field guns.The enemy on the other side already showed signs of collapse.

It's all like this, can everyone not be embarrassed?When they walked out of the barracks and entered the defensive position, everyone was determined to fight bloody battles for the Datang Group, but when they fought, everyone realized that it would be more interesting to go home and train...

The tactical ideas taught by the instructors are much more advanced than the fighting literacy shown by the opponents: during the exercise, the imaginary enemy is a pervert with machine guns and artillery, but in actual combat, the opponent is a group of fools who can't even lie down...

The gap is too great. A group of warriors who have learned the dragon-slaying skills go out to rescue the princess, but in the end they find that the one who kidnapped the princess is a little pine Xu...

"Is anyone injured? Sprained feet count!" the medical soldier yelled, and couldn't help laughing.

"I may have suffered from insomnia, and I'm not asleep now!" Amidst the sound of the guns, a soldier holding a gun joked, and the laughter of the surrounding soldiers grew louder.

"Shut up! Still laughing! Shut up! Be serious! It's a war!" the squad leader holding a lever rifle and patrolling the position scolded while suppressing a smile.

"Someone is injured in front! Someone is injured here!" Finally, a solid shell crashed into the trench, raising a cloud of dust.A soldier shouted from the front, eager and nervous: "Medical soldier! Medical soldier!"

Hearing the call, the medics who had been bored just now immediately regained their spirits, as if they were charged with electricity, holding the medical box with one hand, they took a step forward and rushed forward.

He was so excited that he strode like a star, three steps at a time, and rushed to the side of the soldier calling for medical soldiers, and asked loudly with joy, "Where is the wounded! Where is the wounded?"

The soldier was patting the dirt off his shoulders, squinting and pointing to the other side of the collapsed trench.

The medical soldier rushed over, jumped over the round shells embedded in the soil, knelt down on one knee, and nervously checked the body of the soldier sitting on the ground.

The soldier was a little embarrassed and embarrassed.When the medical soldier asked himself for the third time, he handed a hand to the medical soldier who finally found a job: "This... hurts here."

The medical soldier took a closer look and finally found the wound: the soldier's fist bone on the back of his hand had scratched some skin.

"No, doesn't it matter?" The soldier seemed to feel that his comrade had made a big fuss, so the soldier asked a little embarrassed.

"Fortunately, I'm here..." the medical soldier took out the hemostatic powder and a piece of gauze from his pocket, bowed his head and said while bandaging the soldier.

"Ah? Is it serious?" The so-called wounded soldier was a little confused. When he was a cobbler, he occasionally injured his hand, and sometimes it was much more serious than this.At that time, he didn't bandage it, thinking that such a small injury was completely unnecessary.

But from what the medical soldier said, it seemed that this inconspicuous injury was still serious.

"Fortunately, I ran here... otherwise everything would be fine." The medical soldier wrapped gauze around the soldier's hand while panting.

"Pfft...hahahaha!" A group of soldiers hiding in the trench with their guns in their hands couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed together. They laughed wantonly, just like a group of children laughing during a spring outing.

Finally, the sound of the cannon began to gradually die down.Cyric finally couldn't bear the loss, and ordered the artillery to withdraw from the battle in embarrassment.

The 10 cannons of the Datang Group fired nearly 100 grenades at an extremely fast speed, teaching Cyric's private soldiers how to behave.

After dropping the corpses of more than 300 soldiers and the wreckage of 29 cannons, Cyric's troops retreated a kilometer before stopping to regroup.

In this way, almost one-tenth of Cyric's troops were wiped out neatly, and one-third of the cannons were lost...

And they don't even know what their opponents are like, what weapons they have, and what cards they have.

What annoyed Gies the most was that what he was most worried about happened. The Datang Group had risen no matter how it was looked at, and it was no longer so easy to deal with.

And he felt that Cyric was no longer the opponent of Datang Group in terms of artillery, which had the smallest gap.

"My lord! Don't make fun of our money! Letting the soldiers die in vain will cause more trouble." Baron Stella persuaded Gies with a guilty conscience.

He didn't want to let his troops go up to die, and he also saw the enemy's artillery fire with his own eyes just now, so he felt that he definitely shouldn't bury his old roots in this crappy place.

"Then what should we do? Say sorry to that bastard Tang Mo, I went wrong, excuse me?" Gies clenched his fists, stared at Baron Stella and asked, "Since you want a share of the pie, and You came with troops, do you still expect to go back? Do you think Wright VII can let you go?"

Stella felt dizzy when this matter was brought up - after all, it was too early for him to bet. If he knew that Datang Group was so difficult, then he would definitely not make trouble with Cyric.

Thinking of this, he sighed, and asked with a broken jar: "Then, my lord, what shall we... do now?"

"My people charge first! If one legion doesn't rush down, it's your turn to continue attacking! If you can't get down again, I'll let another legion go up! I don't believe it! Three legions take turns to attack, but still can't take it down That bastard Tang Mo's first line of defense!" Gies said through gritted teeth.

Hearing that his troops did not need to be the first to charge, Baron Stella breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking about it, he realized that this was the only way to go. So he stood up and said, "My lord, then I will go back to the legion to prepare."

After Stella walked out of the big tent, Gies looked at Chumro, who was standing there doing nothing, and yelled in a low voice, "Don't stare at him? You idiot!"

(End of this chapter)