Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 43 Stray Bullet
Colonel Patrick, holding his sword high, was almost immediately locked onto by three shining gun lines.

The bullets from the light machine gun were first completely deflected by the translucent light curtain surrounding him, but this horrifying scene only lasted for a brief moment.

Before Patrick could yell "Charge with me" again, the fourth line of guns that followed closely became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The translucent spherical light curtain shattered instantly, and the ruthless bullets directly turned the warhorse under Patrick's crotch into a pool of minced meat. Pierre saw with his own eyes that Patrick was thrown off the horse, rolled more than ten meters on the ground, and finally hung on a piece of wire mesh. He had become like a doll that had been played with by a child for a day.

But he is still alive.

Pierre's eyes widened.

He saw that the sword hanging next to Patrick's hand was still emitting a faint glow. Perhaps it was the power of the gem that saved his last breath, or perhaps he had only suffered some flesh wounds - or broken bones.

"I'll send someone to rescue him immediately!"

Michel pulled out his flare gun without thinking, loaded it with a red flare for lighting, and immediately fired it towards the sky above the city of Mulhouse.

But just as he turned to leave, Pierre grabbed Michel.

"No thanks," said Pierre.

"Why?" Michelle was about to ask, but he saw that the major badge on Pierre's collar had turned into a lieutenant colonel pattern.

This is a new equipment that the Republic has just tried out - it will only take effect after the unit's direct superior has died.

Michelle released the strength in her arms, gently pushed Pierre's hand away, and her voice became calmer: "What are you going to do?"

"retreat."

Pierre leaned against the stable and pointed at a soldier holding a bugle: "Sergeant! Blow the bugle! Tell everyone to stop the attack!"

The soldier didn't dare to speak at all. He quickly raised the bugle in his hand and blew a series of alternating short and long blasts.

At the same time, the soldiers on the front line also received this order.

The soldiers who were hit by machine gun and rifle bullets and could not even stand up straight almost rolled back from the front line. The red flares just provided them with enough cover at this moment.

The red light shone on the blue uniforms of the Farlan Army, successfully allowing this group of soldiers to blend into the surrounding environment.

Because they could not stand up, they could only roll back and forth, which also reduced their chances of being hit by the Imperial Army's bullets.

at last.

After a long and agonizing period, the surviving soldiers of the 2nd Infantry Regiment rolled back into the trenches of empire construction, covered in mud.

Those who survived hugged each other excitedly, but the heroic spirit they had before the charge was no longer visible on their faces.

Tears, snot, and blood from the corners of their mouths and noses mixed together, making them look more like a group of ghosts who had just entered hell than humans.

Pierre saw a captain who was only half a step away from climbing over the slope being dragged into the trench. One of his arms hung limply on his shoulder, and half of his front palm was gone.

But even so, he still bandaged himself with the help of people around him and stood up with his gun.

Pierre looked at him and unexpectedly met the captain's eyes.

In the blood-stained blue eyes, there was only fear and a hint of resentment of betrayal.

Pierre forced himself to look away and not look at the captain.

He turned and called his adjutant, the commander of the first battalion.

If the regimental commander is killed in battle, his adjutant will naturally be promoted to acting commander, and the original battalion commander will be promoted to acting commander's adjutant in turn.

"Gather all wounded soldiers and arrange for their evacuation from the battle lines. We will fire flares into the Imperial lines to cover their retreat."

Pierre gave orders to the commander of the first battalion in a complicated tone. When he was about to leave, he grabbed his arm and added, "Send a nimble messenger back to Belfort immediately to inform us of the situation at the front." "Yes!"

The commander of the first battalion left immediately, leaving only Michel and Pierre behind.

"What about the people of the 1st and 3rd Infantry Regiments?" Pierre took the cigarette handed to him by Michel and took a long puff with trembling hands.

Michelle covered the red glow of his cigarette with his hand and spoke slowly, "The enemy may have sent us in specifically to fight. This is not a place to stay for long."

"Exactly what I thought."

Pierre nodded. "I'll go gather the men of the Second Infantry Regiment, and then we'll retreat along the same route. You go..."

"The 3rd Infantry Regiment wasn't the main force in the first attack, and they haven't taken the city yet. I heard they were preparing to withdraw."

Michelle sighed: "I was fooled by the damn empire."

Pierre said nothing, but just leaned over there.

About half of the Second Infantry Regiment's members are still alive, which is the maximum number that can maintain operations.

He had to take his men back to the rear to rest as soon as possible.

As for Patrick who was at the front...

Pierre did not glance at it again.

He knew that no one could survive the machine gun fire, even if he was blessed by God.

Forcing himself up from the stable wall, Pierre patted Michel on the back, leaving a message: "May the bullets of the Empire deviate from the body of Michel de Champagne."

"May the bullets of the Empire be diverted from the body of Pierre de Blois."

at the same time.

In the Vosges Mountains.

Ryan watched the entire charge of the 2nd Farlan Infantry Regiment from almost the best audience seat.

It was the first time he saw a troop that actually dared to stand up straight, holding rifles and charging in long lines on a front line filled with machine gun fire points.

And their fate was just as Ryan had imagined - they became wheat in front of the harvester.

The only fatal thing was that when Patrick was charging under the fire of three machine guns, a bullet ricocheted over six kilometers and hit the officer's manual in Ryan's breast pocket.

Fortunately, the bullet had no power at this distance, so Ryan only felt a hit on his chest.

But the others were terrified. Brinkman and McIlwain almost dragged Ryan off the battlefield. If he hadn't taken out the manual from his pocket, he might have been on his way to Saarbrücken now.

But this also made Ryan more cautious.

He began to wonder if he should get something similar to carry with him someday, since it was a shield that could withstand machine gun bullets.

But now is not the time to talk about that.

Through the telescope, under the cover of red flares, Ryan saw several Farlanes carrying guns, trying to leave the front line along the communication trench.

Ryan immediately said, "McQuay, inform everyone not to shoot at the first group of Farlan troops leaving."

Ryan's goal was to completely wipe out the enemy's first main force.

If we open fire now, it will only make the enemy want to attack Mulhouse by force.

(End of this chapter)