Black Iron’s Glory

The second hundred and twenty-three chapters line up

The starting point is about one kilometer away from Wilfdon. In the first two hundred meters, the queue is still relatively neat. Everyone knows that this distance is safe. With the bronze whistle of Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, the offensive team stepped closer to the enemy's position.

Crowder stood in the middle of the first row. The speed of the teams on both sides and the parallel of the queues all proceeded on the basis of him. He numbly walked into the 800-meter shelling range with his legs. At this time, Claude's spirit is very tense. This is a gamble of life. No one knows whether it will be himself if he survives the enemy's artillery.

Not only is Claude alone, but almost all the soldiers are nervous. The footsteps began to become stiff and heavy, moving forward step by step in the sharp copper whistle next to it. As a soldier, on the battlefield, this is the fate that can't escape. Claude regrets that he was only caught by Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, and he didn't have the chance to try his own attack method...

However, Lieutenant Colonel Rosler had been awarded the command of the Grand Prince and led the battalion to launch an attack. As a member of the battalion battalion, Claude could not fight him. At this time, there was a conflict with Lieutenant Colonel Rosler. The only loss was for himself. The enemy is currently, no one cares about the views of a little sergeant. Lieutenant Colonel Rosler is more willing to take himself as a chicken...

Seven hundred meters, the enemy did not fire, six hundred meters, the enemy still did not fire artillery. The atmosphere became more and more tense, and Claude's sweat on his forehead fell down. At this moment, he felt that time was so long. It seemed that everything was still in his impression. Only the sharp copper whistle became So harsh and clear, urging myself to move forward...

After a long and very short moment, four loud bangs were heard in Claude's ear, and four white smokes were picked up in the distant Welfgang position. Crowder’s eyes saw four black dots grow from small to large, and they flashed through the air like slow and slow, followed by the sound of watermelon being smashed and the screams that could not be suppressed. Constant riots and the screams of the officers.

The enemy fired the artillery. I don't know why, Crowder suddenly felt that his heart was not so panicked, his feet were feeling that he was walking, and his pace became powerful. The copper whistle is still urging at the ear, and the team is still moving on.

After a minute or two minutes, the artillery on the hill was launched again. Claude heard four loud noises and saw four white smoke rising. He saw the black shells from far and near, from small to big and tied to the queue behind them. This time, Claude heard the whistling sound of the shells flying in the air. There were screams and crying again behind him. It seemed that the soldiers fled after pulling their legs, but soon, a scream accompanied the officer. Loud warning: "Runaways, kill innocent!"

Perhaps the first five attacks allowed them to consume too many shells, and the enemy positions on the Weavergang fired a total of six or seven rounds of artillery. But these rounds of artillery still brought heavy casualties to the offensive team. Claude could still hear the screams coming from behind, because of the painful mourning before the dying of the injured soldiers. sound……

Claude vowed that he would never forget the scene he had just seen. Of course, this must first allow him to survive this offensive. In the last round of shelling by the enemy, he almost thought he would die. The shell was very clear in his eyes, and it felt like the shell was directed at him.

At that moment, Claude felt that he had solidified in this scene. He forgot everything, his mind was blank, and he watched the shells in the air become very slow and very clear. He could even watch. It is clear that the shells are slowly rotating, and the lines of casting on the iron **** are faintly discernible. Crowder thought that he was avoiding, but he found that his body could not move. He could only watch the shells rush to himself...

But in the end the shell was passing by a foot of Claude, and then Crowder found his consciousness returned to his body, and he felt like he was moving forward, while he heard the side and Behind him came the "plop" sound and the screams of screaming, and a warm liquid splashed on Claude's back, and the **** smell came.

Three hundred meters away, Claude is still moving forward. He sees that the enemies on the defensive position at Wilfgang have been lined up, aiming the muzzle of the musket at the gentle hillside and stepping on the attack. Team. At the same time, I saw that there were people beside the four guns, stuffing a gray-white cloth into the muzzle, and then pushing it into the depths of the artillery with a long push rod...

It was a bullet, and the front row of soldiers were taut, and Claude was no exception. Two hundred meters away, it is necessary to face the attack of the rifle. The artillery fired by the artillery is by luck. If you are lucky, you will win the prize. In front of this large-scale ammunition, the front soldiers know that the death is near. No one can avoid it.

Claude still kept his senses and reached out to guide the soldiers in the queue to keep up. Don't go slower and slower, and quietly ordered: "The order was passed, when I was close to 100 meters, I was lying down, the first target four guns... ..."

The sharp copper whistle seemed to sound a little lighter, and Claude squinted to the left, but saw Lieutenant Colonel Rosler walking diagonally to the left, lengthening the distance from the queue, this time with Claude they The queues are all five or six meters away. It is no wonder that he has returned intact in the first two attacks. Paralyzed, you are so far from the queue, the enemy is aiming at the position and is aiming at the queue instead of being alone next to you...

Leading the team to launch an offensive, showing their bravery in front of the big prince, and at the last moment of the attack, they set aside their distance to protect their lives. At this moment, Claude hated the murder of Lieutenant Colonel Rosler and let so many soldiers go to death. But he can save his life and withdraw. You think it is beautiful. If it wasn't in the first row, Claude really wanted to play Lieutenant Colonel Rosler's black gun, but he can only think about it now. In the eyes of the public, if he did, it would be in this battle. Survived, he could not escape the severe punishment of the military law.

Two hundred meters away, the enemy queue on the Weilggang lifted the musket and aimed at the queue that was approaching on the hillside. Claude’s heart began to jump wildly. He seemed to feel that all the enemy’s muzzles were aimed at himself... moving on, but in fact the pace of the first row of queues has begun to slow down, and the left and right sides are unconscious. It’s already two positions behind...

"Open fire!" A voice was heard on the enemy's position, and then the neatly arranged team whipped up a piece of white smoke. For three consecutive bursts of gunfire, the white smoke almost filled the entire position.

No one can look at the guns that were hit on the face, but Claude felt like he was driving a boat in the stormy sea. The one on the left fell to the ground, not knowing where it was hit. The soldier on the right side breathes like a suffocating mouth, and makes a "hehehe" breathable sound. Crowder glanced at him, only to find that his face was twisted, but his footsteps followed him to go forward...

A strange soldier in the back row took two steps to fill the vacant position on the left side of Claude. This is not his willingness to come up, but the long-term brainwashing of the queue training allowed him to make a subconscious reaction. The first row was quickly filled with vacancies by the soldiers who were filled up later, and everyone was still moving forward step by step.

More than 130 meters away, the queue on the enemy position in Werffgang has already loaded the drug bomb, and once again raised the gun. Claude heard that the soldier who had just been added on the left was praying to God of War, blessing him or killing him with a shot, lest he should stay in the world to suffer the pain, or let him return to his hometown and reunite with his family in good condition...

Crowder glanced at him. It was a soldier in his thirties. His uniform was the uniform of the battalion soldiers of the local army. He prayed with his eyes closed.

"Open fire!" The passwords that the enemies heard this time were clearer. For three consecutive bursts of shots, there was a violent storm. Claude found that the first row had been hit with holes. Almost all of the soldiers were missing, and the rest of the soldiers were a little worried, staying in the same place and not marching forward.

Claude is still not shot, as is the soldier who is praying next to him. The unfortunate one was the distorted soldier on the right side. He no longer had to be nervous. A gun hit his chest. He fell pale on the ground. He looked very peaceful and was no longer angry.

The copper whistle became more sharp and harsh, and soon the hoarse roar of Lieutenant Colonel Rosler came: "What to do! Go ahead..."

The enemies on the Welfur Post are nervously bombarding the guns. They can fire again once they are close to a hundred meters, but even within a distance of 100 meters, it is impossible to overcome this Welfgang. Position, because there are four guns filled with shotguns waiting for the attackers to arrive. The hillside is so big that two artillery pieces can cover this hillside. Four guns are fired in turn, and the attackers simply don't want to rush to the position...

I can't go to life in vain. I can use my method to get rid of this Welfgang, but the problem is that Lieutenant Colonel Rosler is really in the way and must find a way to get rid of him...

Perhaps the enemy on the position was bombing the gun, and because the loss in the first row was a little bigger, the queue had stopped at this position. This time, Lieutenant Colonel Rosler couldn’t stay there. He had to rush to the front of the team and shouted the commanding knife in his hand and shouted: "I’m going straight ahead, keep moving forward, don’t worry about the wounded soldiers on the ground, go forward, behind Keep up, fill it up, move faster!"

There were a lot of dead bodies on this piece of land on the hillside. This was the body of the soldiers who sacrificed in the first five attacks. They were all confiscated. Although it was June, the sun was shining, but Claude felt that there was a bitter cold in this hillside. Looking at the distorted face of Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, Claude’s heart moved and stood up and shouted: “The back is quick to make up, take me as the benchmark, line up horizontally, hurry up!”

Then Claude held the gun in his left hand, and his right hand began to outline the magical figure in the air by the cover of the musket. At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Rosler began to go to the left, he also wanted to open the distance from the queue, to avoid becoming the target of fire shooting on the enemy's position.

A strange soldier was inserted from the back and stood in line with Claude. Claude used his right index finger to point to Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, cast this spell of meditation in his heart, and then drank: "Follow me, go forward!"

Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, who had just walked to the left of the queue, suddenly stopped, and there was a transparent foam cover around his body. Under the sunlight, the foam cover flashed with colorful light.

Almost all the enemy soldiers who had loaded the drug bombs on the Weavergang pointed their guns at this big bubble that shone in the sun. Even before the officers ordered it, many anxious soldiers fired directly. The gunshots were connected, and the body of Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, who was in the midst of this big bubble, was shaking and he was beaten into a horse's nest...

"Lone!" Crowd shouted. He didn't know how many people in his squadron were alive. Maybe the soldiers in the battalion would understand what he meant by lying down, but the soldiers of other troops didn't understand. When he fell to the ground, he continued to walk stupidly.

Crowder chose the body of two soldiers in the place where he was lying down, just to be the cover of Claude. At a distance of about 120 meters, Claude clamped the ignited fire rope over the lid of the pillbox, then set up a rifle on the corpse, aimed at the figure around the gun in the four guns, and pulled the trigger.

As the gunshots sounded, Claude soon heard dozens of gunshots coming from behind and behind, and there were fewer people next to the four guns, and the screaming sounds from the enemy’s position. An artillery fired even a piece of ammunition, but no one was covered in it and it failed.

There was a continuous stream of gunshots behind him. Claude looked back, but the guards of the Grand Prince’s guards were arranged in a neat queue. They used the extreme range of the rifle in the hands of the rifle 300 meters away. The enemy positions are fired at the same fire. It’s just that their results don’t seem to be great. The enemy’s queue seems to have fallen only five or six...