Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 452 Bloody Stage

"Those bastards in the machine gun squad!" Dave cursed, gripping the magic gun in his hand. "If this continues, our infantry battalion will be in vain! These charlatan knights can't even touch the edge of the first line..."

Battalion Commander Vaughn was originally in charge of the command of the second front, but at this moment he also crossed the trench and came to the command bunker where Duff was, and joined Wayne, the commander of the third front who had nothing to do.

They were well aware of the commander's firepower arrangements. They would fire the first shot with the naval guns, intimidating the enemy at a distance of 1,500 meters. Once the enemy launched a real charge, they would use the magic-powered cannons with shrapnel shells to inflict a first round of damage, disrupting their charging formation. Once the enemy approached within 300 meters of the first front line, they would use chevaux de frise and caltrops to disrupt their route, while the machine gun teams would use intensive firepower to clear the battlefield...

As for the ordinary infantry in the trenches on the front line... according to the instructions, they were not allowed to open fire within 150 meters.

"It's over, it's over!" Duff was spinning in panic. "The infantry is useless. My record today...it won't be zero, right? What a shame! What a shame!"

Vaughn shook his head helplessly and was about to speak to comfort them when he suddenly heard the soldiers outside the bunker screaming loudly.

"Sir! Look at those knights!"

Through the observation port of the bunker, the three men discovered that among the knight squads charging in groups of three or five, many flag bearers suddenly appeared. A flag with the emblem of the Glorious Church painted on it was spread out in the wind, emitting circles of golden halos that expanded continuously. The surrounding knights immediately rode their horses towards it and tightly surrounded it within the coverage of the flag halo.

The machine gun crew seemed to have immediately noticed the changes in the enemy formation, and turned their guns to aim at the regrouped enemy. Bullets instantly covered the target - this was the unique ballistic effect of the machine gun's directional strafing, but it unexpectedly did not produce a bloody killing effect. The bullets poured onto the periphery of the golden halo, stirring up golden ripples, but did not hit the knight hiding in the aperture at all.

What kind of magic is this? It can actually resist the fire of the magic machine gun!

Vaughn felt a chill run down his spine. The commander's steady voice immediately echoed through the alchemical communicator in the command bunker. "That's the Church's Inquisition's divine protection! Only by striking the surrounded flag bearer in the center can we destroy the enemy's defenses!"

Almost at the same time, a flag bearer who was charging at the front surrounded by more than ten knights was suddenly hit in the chest as if by an invisible giant hammer. The shattered breastplate and spurted out flesh and blood instantly exploded, and the flagpole he was holding tightly in his hand also broke with a snap.

It was done by those sharpshooters on the city wall holding long-range sniper rifles!

Even Vaughn and others, who were also bloodline warriors, could faintly sense the magical fluctuations caused by the super-large caliber magic bullets after they hit their targets from a distance.

As expected, killing the opponent's flag bearer alone can immediately destroy their divine protection array!
This is something that those guys in the machine gun squad who can only spray water and shoot and are actually inefficient cannot do - of course, when facing enemies swarming in like a tide, they can indeed play a role in curbing the enemy's offensive, but when encountering these extraordinary people, they still have to rely on the accurate shooters among the infantry.

Duff had already crawled out of the bunker and was lying in the trench, directing the soldiers to aim and shoot at the flag bearers.

However, the less than half-minute gap in fire during which the machine gun team's offensive was blocked allowed this group of fearless church knights to finally successfully cross the area covered by the rain of bullets where the Grim Reaper swung his scythe, and approached within a hundred meters of the first line of battle.

The sound of magic rifles firing immediately rang out. After the flag bearer was shot and fell off his horse, the other knights surrounding him continued to charge forward on their horses even though they had lost the protection of divine power. After being hit in the chest by several bullets, they still relied on the inertia of their horses to run five or six meters, spitting blood and drawing the long sword in their hands and throwing it forward.

"Be careful!" someone screamed to warn.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the shooting, a soldier who had half of his body out of the trench and adopted a half-squatting shooting posture was instantly pierced through the heart by a long sword. The terrifying momentum sent him flying back more than a meter and nailed him directly to the slope of the trench.

Dave was startled. He turned his head and saw a knight of the Judgment Army, a few dozen meters away, who had fallen off his horse and even had his left leg broken. He struggled to his feet on the dusty ground and raised a fine steel short spear towards him. Whoosh—

The short spear flew out of his hand so fast that his trajectory could not be seen.

Dave subconsciously drew the alchemical sword from his waist and slashed it horizontally in front of him... With a crisp sound of metal clashing, the powerful blow actually split the spear in two, but the tip of the spear still grazed his waist, tearing a horrible wound so deep that his ribs were visible.

Duff fell face down on the slope of the trench. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind him and pulled him back into the shelter.

"Damn it! Damn it!" He cursed with gritted teeth, and when he turned around, he saw that the person who had just rescued him was the political instructor who had been assigned to his battalion headquarters not long ago - a young nobleman from the Grizzly Territory who had not even grown all his hair yet, named Ivan.

"Battalion Commander! Are you okay?" It was the first time that Ivan saw blood on such a large battlefield. Although he didn't wet his pants directly, his teeth were chattering. However, he still held the first line of defense and did not choose to retreat because of fear. He kept wandering in the trenches, loudly encouraging the soldiers to fight back, and also reminding them to pay attention to the enemy's movements.

"Medic! Where is the medic?" the young political instructor shouted at the top of his lungs, but when he turned around, he found that the battalion commander, who had just been lying on the ground bleeding, suddenly sat up, took out a roll of bandage and started bandaging himself.

"What are you yelling about? You're making a fuss!" Dave pulled out a piece of bloody gauze from the huge wound on his waist. The hideous wound was wriggling and healing rapidly. "If you yell a few more times, my wound will be almost healed!"

As he was speaking, he suddenly glared and cursed, "Why are you carrying a gun? Who gave you that gun? Are they trying to kill you?"

These noble disciples and local young people who have received advanced education in the Xinghuo City Public College are the future reserve staff talents of the General Staff. They are trained according to the treatment and standards of civilian officers. They are generally only equipped with symbolic revolvers for self-defense in critical moments, but it is never recommended that they personally participate in combat.

Ivan, holding the spear, shook his head and said, "No, this is a weapon left behind by a fallen soldier. Although political guidance is a civilian job, it is also the responsibility of fighting alongside the soldiers when necessary!"

After saying that, he walked towards the front trench without looking back and crawled back to the side of the soldier who was lying in ambush and shooting.

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"Their charging formation... collapsed." Harvey stood on the wall of the royal capital, looking at the tragic scene on the battlefield below, and suddenly a dull pain surged in his heart - it would be great if such fearless knights could be used to deal with foreign enemies in the north in the future.

Then he shook his head slightly to dispel this ridiculous thought. These church supporters deserved it. If he was the one who was defeated, he would probably face even more brutal massacres and purges.

No matter what, someone will always have to pay the price for this conflict that was provoked. War is indeed cruel... but this is not only a struggle for power, but also a struggle for beliefs and positions. One side must pay the price in blood.

Of course, today's unprecedented infantry-cavalry battle was also a crushing, bloody show of slaughter that Harvey meticulously presented for the nobles and common people of the capital. I believe that after today... everyone in the capital should understand clearly—

Resisting the North will only lead to self-destruction, and only by completely submitting will there be a chance of survival.

(End of this chapter)