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Chapter 214 Head-on Collision (Part Two)
"coward!!!"

Duds roared, cursing the rout of the front-line infantry phalanx, especially when he saw the soldiers fleeing to the left and right instead of running back, which made him even more aware of their intentions.

This is shameful, treason with irrefutable evidence!

Dud was furious, but at that moment, he was truly helpless against the fleeing soldiers.

The scouts' swords were long, but they couldn't reach those who fled the battlefield. The cavalry that attacked from both flanks in an attempt to exchange blows with the enemy artillery had been routed, and the remaining dragoons collapsed and could not launch another attack in the short term.

He had no other choice but to act; the Minisian army absolutely could not remain where it was.

"Forward! All troops forward! Push all artillery forward! Once within range, fire freely, prioritizing enemy artillery fire!"

Dudley didn't care about anything else. He mobilized the remaining seven infantry formations, artillerymen, and other men who could fight, and launched a full-scale attack.

The power of heavy artillery was indeed terrifying, but Dud knew that at this moment, only by risking his life could he have a chance of survival. He personally mounted his warhorse, drew his sword, and pointed it at the enemy's position.

"All troops, charge! Follow me!"

The thunderous sound of war drums suddenly rang out, and seven infantry formations began to advance like a moving steel forest. The artillerymen shouted as they pushed their heavy cannons forward with difficulty through the mud.

When Dud saw that the first bronze king cannon had just entered its maximum range of one thousand meters, he couldn't wait to stop, quickly set up an artillery position, and immediately opened fire. The flames spewing from the cannon were particularly dazzling in the afternoon sun.

"General, the enemy cavalry that routed our dragoons on the left flank is now flanking us; their target may be our rear!"

The adjutant on horseback shouted in alarm.

Dud didn't even turn his head.

"Ignore everything! Everyone, just move forward!"

Those classic heavy cavalry were very powerful, but so far, Prince Chris's army's artillery is the most terrifying and crucial weapon. As for the cavalry, let them charge if they want!

The Minisians continued their advance despite Chris's heavy artillery fire.

Dud's order was reckless and thoughtless, but it was very much in line with the character and temperament of the Minieses. For a time, it actually stabilized the morale of the entire army. Even though they were constantly being hit by artillery shells, they gritted their teeth and moved forward.

When the first Minisian infantryman crossed the one-kilometer dividing line, it also meant an increase in Chris's artillery fire.

The six-pound and nine-pound field guns began to speak. Their power was not comparable to that of siege heavy artillery, but they could fire at high speed, unleashing a barrage of bullets.

The rain of iron poured down, and the Minisian infantry squares were harvested like wheat fields.

A nine-pound shell landed to Dud's right front. It bounced up and down, and the three soldiers in front of it instantly turned into a whirlwind of flesh and blood. Bloodstained fragments of the military flag fluttered down like butterflies onto Dud's shoulder.

"Maintain formation!"

Dodd's voice was hoarse and barely audible. He had witnessed a solid shot pierce through the entire formation, and at the end of the bloody tunnel, a freckled little drummer was still mechanically striking the marching beat... even though his left arm was gone.

Eight hundred meters, seven hundred meters. Every meter forward comes at a bloody price.

Dodd's mount suddenly knelt on its front hooves... A broken sword, seemingly flying from nowhere, sliced ​​off half of the horse's head. He staggered to his feet and discovered that the sword at his waist was missing and nowhere to be found.

"General, our eagle guns are in position!"

A soldier carrying a signal flag, his face covered in soot, ran over to report.

Dudley glanced behind him; the five Eagle Guns had finally reached effective firing range. The gunners pushing them, ignoring their sweat, immediately loaded double the propellant. "Fire! Bombard the enemy artillery! Load with grapeshot!!!"

Duds roared, and soon, with a series of deafening cannon shots, hundreds of iron balls rained down on Chris's artillery positions like a storm.

This counterattack had a stunning effect. Chris's two field guns were silenced by the barrage of fire, and through his binoculars, Dodd could see the enemy gunners screaming and dancing in the rain of gunfire.

Despite the somewhat obscured view, the Minisian soldiers at the forefront erupted in long-awaited cheers, and their charge noticeably quickened.

……

"Ugh, what a disaster..."

The henchman, cursing and swearing, climbed up from the bottom of the sandbag next to the six-pound cannon. He sensed danger when the enemy opened fire and immediately lay down.

He shook off the sand covering his head and face, his ears still ringing. The volley of grapeshot had riddled the gun shield like a sieve, and the loader next to him, Tie Niu, had a gaping hole in his stomach, his intestines spilling out onto the ground.

Even so, this unlucky fellow is not dead yet; he's lying on the ground cursing and swearing.

"Emergency medical team!!!"

Prince Chris's army's battlefield first aid team was exceptionally reliable. The henchmen only had to shout twice before four medics in white uniforms came running over with a stretcher. They quickly lifted Tie Niu onto the stretcher, and one of the medics even managed to push the protruding intestines back in.

"Stop cursing! You won't die!"

The player leader of the medical team slapped Tie Niu on the forehead.

"I have some painkiller liquor that just arrived!"

"May I drink alcohol?"

"Drink your grandma's milk! I'm going to pour it all over your stomach!"

As he spoke, the squad leader pulled out a glass bottle with a wicked grin, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into Tie Niu's stomach, causing the latter to let out an even louder wail.

After dealing with the sole survivor at the gun emplacement, the henchman looked around to make sure no one else was watching, then picked up a water-soaked sponge handle and poked it into the scalding hot cannon barrel. Steam hissed out, burning his hand.

"You are riding on a horse..."

Just then, a deafening burst of gunfire erupted from the side. The henchman instinctively turned his head and saw that the enemy had closed to within 200 meters.

The distance was a bit far, but with thousands of flintlock muskets firing, regardless of accuracy, someone destined to catch the bullets would naturally step forward.

Loading shells by himself is a very strenuous task. After the henchman painstakingly stuffed a shot put, wrapped in oiled paper and shaped into a cylindrical shape, into his six-pound cannon, he couldn't wait to fire it.

The cannon recoiled violently, and the henchmen saw the charging crowd fall like wheat, but more Minisians surged forward, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, their weapons gleaming terrifyingly in the setting sun.

"Retreat! Artillery, retreat!"

The officer next to him shouted at the henchman, who ignored him completely.

"Retreat my ass! I've been waiting here for so long just to kill someone. Now that they've delivered themselves to my doorstep, you want me to retreat? Are you crazy?!"

(End of this chapter)