Red Blood Dragon Knight

Julian calendar year 837, May 27, overcast.

The sky was densely covered with overcast clouds, like a huge lid, pressed above the head, impervious to the wind.

The air was so dull that it was almost breathless.

No one can be seen in the vast wilderness, only the long thatch undulates uncontrollably, like the waves in the sea, extremely magnificent.

Beneath the dark clouded dome, the whole world was in silence, leaving only a gray scene, revealing an unknown omen.

Suddenly, the loud and long horn sounded through the wilderness and spread far away.

Immediately I saw a black dot appearing on the distant skyline, and then, two, three, four... countless black dots slowly spread from the sky.

They formed a long black belt and slowly approached.

As they got closer, one could vaguely see the blitzkrieg flag flying high above them.

A flying eagle uttered a scream, and quickly emerged from the clouds, passing through the sky.

Looking down from the world, I saw the square formations formed by the soldiers, like carpets, neatly dividing the ground into squares, slowly advancing towards the east.

At this time, the flying eagle swooped down, rapidly narrowing the distance.

Through the eyes of the flying eagle, one can clearly see the fluttering flags on the ground, the forest-like spears, the gleaming swords and armors, and the young soldiers lifted toward the sky. Immature face...

These young soldiers marched forward under the command of the officer.

The neat footsteps sounded like thunder, rumbling, shaking the mountains with every step.

The evil spirit soaring to the sky seemed to penetrate the sky and the earth, the mountains and rivers changed color, the sun and the moon were dark.

This is a huge army.

Sergeant Amu, six company and three rows of the Seventy-one Regiment of the Fourth Division of the Lingshan National Independence and Freedom Army was squatting on the edge of his trench with a chicken leg in his mouth. He was so happy that he chewed. I didn't care even if I painted it all over.

The chicken was taken by Lamy when he captured the town yesterday.

Since everyone was ambushed, the fighting broke out extremely suddenly, and no one cared about the feelings of a chicken in panic.

Anyway, shelling and guns swept, and rubble was flying across the sky at that time.

Therefore, after finishing the battle and repelling the enemy, Lamy discovered that the chicken had been tied to his belt and followed him across the town.

And what made him most thankful was that a long arrow was still stuck on the chicken's body.

Judging from the position of the middle arrow, if it weren't for the brave chicken to block it, it is estimated that in the future, Rami would be able to sing the tenor without using it for surgery.

Therefore, Lamy took the chicken as his benefactor, solemnly buried it in the ground, and planted a cross in front of the chicken’s grave, and sincerely prayed to the demon god, wishing this goodness The chicken can ascend to heaven.

then……

Anderson figured it out again, and it finally became everyone's breakfast.

In Anderson's words, this is the true ultimate destination of a chicken. If the chicken spirit is in the sky, it must also hope that we do.

Lamy was very angry when he saw that his life-saving chicken was stewed. He rebuked Anderson and the others, and then sadly took away a chicken leg and a chicken wing.

Amu was quick to start, and only then did he **** this fatty chicken leg.

Due to the monotony of food in the army, they can only eat stewed canned beef, fried canned beef, boiled canned beef, and original canned beef every day at the front line. Amu who eats now feels sick when he sees canned food.

Therefore, for this precious chicken leg, he gnawed extremely carefully, not even a piece of meat.

While he was considering whether to chew the bones, he suddenly heard the sound of a horn from a distance.

"Enemy attack~!" The recruit egg next to him screamed loudly like a woman, and then jumped into the trenches rolling around, holding the gun in panic, widening his eyes, craned his neck, and went around. Looking for the target, he looks quite like a wary marmot.

As a veteran, Amu suddenly judged that the enemy was far away from him, so he went up, stared at him, and cursed loudly: "Why panic~!"

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and patted **** the recruit's hat, grabbed it and twisted it, and at the same time, smoothly wiped all the oil on his hand on it.

As a veteran, he has the right and obligation to bully these recruits with eggshells on their buttocks, so that they can grow up as soon as possible, and will not ruin their lives because of a stupid mistake.

Amu knew this well. He almost died twice because of a stupid act, if not for his luck.

Amu threw away the chicken bones, then stood up, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, staring at the long black line in the distance, and was stunned for a moment. The expression on his face looked very suspicious, and he muttered. : "Are they crazy?"

The recruit raised his head from the trench, glanced at him, and said timidly: "Boss, who... who is crazy?"

Amu snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped his head again, cursing: "If you are so nervous and startled, I will go crazy first. Squat me honestly~!"

The recruit immediately flushed with shame, but still insisted in his mouth: "But boss, I heard the enemy's horn, according to the "Infantry Practice Code"..."

Amu glanced at him with slanted eyes, and said coldly: "Shut up, you idiot, is "Infantry Exercises" useful on the battlefield, it's specifically to lie to you young recruits."

He paused, and then added another sentence, saying: "If you want to survive on the battlefield, you have to listen to me honestly, lower your head, move faster, brighter your eyes, and you don't understand~!"

The recruits couldn’t help but stagnated, and then remembered that following Amu was indeed learning a lot of "Infantry Code", such as how to steal chickens without being discovered, how to return the stuck bullets as fast as possible, how During the fight, the yin man...wait, wait, it was enough for him to use the tricks of a lifetime, and now he honestly closed his mouth.

At this time, Anderson was also carrying a machine gun, and ran up from behind.

With the help of recruits around him, he quickly installed the machine gun and inserted the magazine, then raised his head and asked Amu, "Are those people crazy?"

Amu shrugged, with no worry on his face, and said, "How do I know?"

Another voice said: "But I hope they are crazy."

The two Anderson listened and couldn't help turning their heads to look around. As expected, it was their old friend Lamy.

He was holding the gun, wearing his hat crookedly, and swayed over, sitting on the edge of the trench, and said: "If this is the case, everyone can relax. Finish the fight sooner, I still want to Go home before winter and marry a wife."

The three looked at each other, then grinned with a grin.

The recruit looked at it, although he didn't know why, but he couldn't help but grinned.

Anderson gave him a cold look and said, "What are you laughing at?"

The recruit was stunned for a moment, and then closed his mouth in a bewilderment with a sullen expression on his face.

Amu didn't want his little brother to be bullied, and immediately cursed: "Boy, I don't have any eyesight, take out your cigarette."

The soldier reluctantly took out a pack of cigarettes and handed them one by one to the three of them.

It is difficult to ration at the front line, and cigarettes, such non-essential items, are naturally rare. The veterans have already smoked out their cigarettes and then walked around the recruits.

Amu took out his lucky lighter with a knife mark on the shell, first helped the two people light, and then finally lit his own cigarette.

The three of them all took a deep breath together, then looked at the old government army slowly coming in the distance, and sighed in unison, "They are really crazy..."

No wonder they think so.

In front of machine guns, cannons, and war fortresses, line up in such an orderly phalanx, marching forward in a straightforward manner, that is, to die. Only lunatics can do it.

But for officers of the old Semitic government who adhere to the dogma, this is a very normal thing.

Back then, the Semitic expeditionary army fought against humans, and the clever Semitic officers and soldiers also summed up a lot of experience against machine guns and cannons, such as digging deep trenches and fighting night battles.

This is all practical experience in exchange for life.

However, the Semitic soldiers with these experiences have been wiped out. They either surrendered or died. No one passed this experience back.

For the old Semitic government forces, although they also knew that humans were equipped with weapons such as artillery and machine guns, they had never seen it before, nor could they understand it.

And at this moment, most of the troops organized by Madolins are recruits.

The experienced elite Semitic army has been lost on the human continent, and Madolins can only re-assemble. From officers to soldiers, most of them only undergo hasty training for two or three months.

They still think that everyone has to rely on archers to shoot, infantry offensive, and cavalry charge, which has continued for thousands of years.

Although in the brief contact war yesterday, some people described the advanced capabilities of human weapons and pointed out the characteristics of human combat.

But for these stubborn officers, they thought it was those soldiers who were greedy for life and fear of death, deliberately exaggerating the enemy's strength to escape guilt. Therefore, I didn't care about it at all.

In the words of the Minister of Military Order Fair, we must use a dignified formation to show the mighty power of our army and overwhelm the enemy from the momentum.

At this time, a sharp whistle sounded on the position of the Caribbean Division.

Amid the scolding of the officers, a group of soldiers jumped into the trenches and clenched their weapons. Aiming at the enemy in the distance.

The officers brandished their revolvers and yelled cursingly: "Attention all, you are not allowed to shoot without an order. You are not allowed to shoot without an order~!"

Seeing that the nervous eyes of the recruits around him were about to fall out, Amu grinned, then reached out and patted his shoulder, then took off one by one the grenades stuck in the belt, unscrewed the back cover, and placed it on Before. At the same time, he also signaled the recruit to do so.

The recruit tremblingly followed his example, took off the grenade and placed it in front of him.

At this moment, he heard another rapid sound of horseshoes behind him.

Amu looked back, and saw a carriage with the SS skull and crossbones galloping up from behind, stopping at the back of their position at intervals of every 100 meters.

Immediately, the carriage turned its head, all buttocks facing forward, showing a machine gun loaded in the carriage.

Amu looked at it and patted the recruit on the shoulder immediately, motioning him to look back.

Seeing the machine gun behind, especially the SS logo on the carriage, the recruit couldn't help but set his heart.

Nian's SS has always been known for being fierce, tenacious, brutal, and powerful.

They have the best soldiers, the most advanced weapons, and the latest artillery. With a few thousand people, they can block the attack of tens of thousands of old-style troops.

With them as backing, naturally there is no need to be afraid.

But then, he whispered to Amu: "Sergeant, their machine guns seem to be different from ours."

Amu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look. He just looked at people, and didn't carefully observe the opponent's weapons.

Now I took a closer look, and as expected, I saw that the opponent's machine gun was a bit weird, with a thick barrel, about the same thickness as the mouth of the bowl.

There was only a short muzzle left in the front, like a huge needle, which was very different from the multi-barrel Gatling gun on his side.

Compared with it, their multi-tube Gatling looked big and stupid.

Amu stretched out his hand and patted Anderson, motioning him to look back.

Anderson turned his head and took a look, then curled his lips, revealing a trace of disdain: That machine gun had only one barrel, but he had six.

What does the machine gun depend on?

Rate of fire~!

The more barrels, the faster the rate of fire. If he could, Anderson would wish his machine gun had twenty barrels.

"It seems that the bullet may be really nervous" Amu and Anderson had the same thought.

At this time, the enemy on the opposite side was getting closer and closer, less than two kilometers away from here.

Immediately, a huge sound was heard from behind.

The voice was extremely loud, and every word resounded like thunder. The ears of the shaking frontline soldiers buzzed.

It is clear that the SS has once again moved out their mass persuasive weapons.

"Brothers of the Semi tribe, brothers of the opposite Semi tribe. Let's not kill each other for the sake of being an official. Put down your weapons and surrender~!"

"In order to protect his position, Madolins pays 7.8 billion gold coins to the undead every year. He is the biggest vampire of our Semites."

"We are here to understand and save the suffering of the Semitic compatriots."

"Don't be our enemy."

"Our real enemy is Madolins..."

"Think of the old mother in your family, think of the family who can't survive because of the exploitation of officials. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices."

"Take your weapon, aim it at the officials, and chop off their heads. We have many rewards..."

"..."

But this time this large-scale persuasive weapon seemed to have lost its effect. No matter how they yelled, the old government army on the opposite side turned a deaf ear to it. They were still marching in order and rumbling forward, looking very morale.

Lorraine watched after the battle, and couldn't help feeling distressed: these were all excellent soldiers, but because of the stupidity of those officers, they would lose their lives in vain.

If this kind of excellent labor is brought into the factory, how much surplus value can be exploited by oneself every month.

It's a shame to die here for nothing.

At this moment, the forwards in the distance have been in range.

Lorraine put down the telescope in his hand, sighed helplessly, and then said, "Let's start~!"

Although Sir Alex deplores his life, he just sorrows himself for a while. He is not their father, so there is no need to be responsible for them. They love to death~!

With an order from Sir Alex Ferguson, dozens of cannons arranged in the front position began to roar.

The muzzle spewed orange flames, and the shells roared across the sky, then landed in the enemy's phalanx, and then burst into bloom like fireworks.

At the moment when the orange-red flame exploded, you could clearly see countless human bodies flying high like rag dolls, flying everywhere.

There was a sudden chaos in the Semitic army.

There are so many magic cannons for humans~!

And the firepower is so powerful~!

At the moment of their surprise, the second batch of shells had been smashed down.

"Boom, boom, boom boom..." The huge explosion sounded continuously, and the black gun smoke enveloped the enemy in front.

In the violent explosion, human stumps and fragments were thrown high into the air, and then smashed into the soldiers below.

Then, before they slowed down, the third batch of shells had fallen.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but shiver.

I saw that the phalanx at the front of the queue had completely disappeared, leaving only a piece of stump. There are also a few solitary soldiers who have been smoked by artillery fire~www.wuxiaspot.com~ standing blankly on the spot, looking very abrupt.

The Semi officers who watched the formation from the rear looked at them, and their hands trembled a few times: This...The magical cannon is not only powerful, but also has such a fast rate of fire, it has completely subverted their perceptions, and how humans can control it. What weapon?

At this moment they couldn't help but think of the soldiers' report during the tentative attack yesterday, maybe... maybe those guys were not telling lies.

In the human army, Hawkes, the former commander of the Semitic guards watching the battle behind the position, couldn't help but be silent for a while.

Although he had seen the power of human artillery during military test firing exercises, he did not expect it to be so powerful. A phalanx was eliminated in just three volleys~!

At this moment, the human artillery turned around and aimed at another phalanx. Immediately a round of cannonballs roared out of the chamber.

At the same time, there was a loud horn in the Semitic army.

Those officers are not fools. If they continue to advance so slowly, even if they are not blown to pieces by the enemy's artillery, the soldiers will all collapse because of fear.

An officer drew out his saber and shouted hoarsely: "Brothers, for the glory of the Semi, rush!"

The soldiers immediately uttered a tsunami-like shout, and rushed toward the human position.

Looking at the enemy running from a distance, the Free Army soldiers calmly squeezed their guns, and did not fire.

At the same time, the machine guns of the SS in the rear rang out ‘suddenly’.

(To be continued)