Release that Witch

Fish **** noticed changes in the battle.

He has been fighting with a mentality of smashing the opposite incisors even if he died in battle, but the pressure caused by the other party is lower than he expected.

When fighting in the fertile plains and the devil, the pressure on the battlefield almost made him difficult to breathe. There was only one thought in his head, and it was as stiff as a stone. But now, he still has the strength to observe the situation of his teammates and attackers, and to think about the actions that the other party is likely to take.

With several charges being forced back, the enemy's movements have been slowed down a lot.

The most obvious point is that the gap between the first army's shots has been greatly lengthened - in order to save ammunition, they usually only fire intensively when the aristocracy launched a charge, but the last shot was basically an hour ago.

In the absence of subsequent reinforcements from the other side, this "stagnation" that neither advances nor retreats is absolutely taboo. Then again, the first army is in a semi-slope position, and there is a cover for the sandstone camp. The advantage of shooting is far greater than the other.

He doesn't quite understand why the aristocratic commander will make such a choice - unlike cold weapons, no contact does not mean that no fighting takes place, and those attackers are under constant pressure from the moment, this pair Morale is undoubtedly a blow.

Some of the front lines do not go backwards. It is proof that the fish **** have seen with their own eyes that some people's crouching position has returned to nearly 100 meters than the position that was originally put in. Now the entire front line is as uneven as a twisty wave.

This also revealed that the attacker was not a complete force, but was temporarily patched up by several teams.

In addition, the fish **** also found that the enemy may not be so good at the way the firearms fight, although there are obvious traces of the first army, but they did not play the proper effect of the weapons in their hands.

Otherwise they can't stick to the present.

Although it sounded unbelievable, no one was killed in the squad, only five people were injured.

This can no longer be explained by luck alone.

"Who can give me some bullets, my flash is gone!"

"Me too, there is only one last clip in my hand."

"Squad leader, what do you do next?" Hansen ran back and asked, "There are no living enemies next to the machine guns, or will we retreat after the night?"

The fish ball looked up at the sky. At about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun in the late autumn is faster, and it will be dark in an hour and a half. By then the threat of enemy firearms will be greatly reduced, even if it is directed against direct firepower, there is no chance.

But perhaps because he had escaped too much before, he always considered more about retreating.

The night has weakened the bonfire's quasi-head, but the first army will also lose the most reliance. More critically, if the enemy rekindles morale because of this move, and they follow them, can they beat each other again?

Of course, if the ammunition is sufficient, the team may be able to complete the evacuation before the attacker reacts. However, according to the current situation, the nobility should soon notice that the frequency of shooting in the camp is no longer the same, so it is not difficult to guess their next move.

Moreover, two of the five injured were seriously injured, and the withdrawal of the injured teammates will inevitably slow down further.

And abandoning the teammates, the fish ball can not be asked.

He hesitated and repeated, and finally made up his mind, "Call everyone else, I have something to say."

In a short while, Hansen gathered all the teammates scattered on the front line.

The enemy did not seem to find that the first army's shooting points were concentrated. They still crouched on the grass, and occasionally they used guns to make such a hair, which strengthened the belief of the fish balls.

He told the situation briefly, and then looked around the crowd. "Your Majesty often said that the offense is always the best defense. If we can defeat these nobles in one fell swoop, then we will not have any worries when we leave." Come over, it is possible to give the enemy a chance to take a bite. Now is the time to make a decision. We can give the fate to the enemy, or we can control it by myself. I want to hear now, what is your idea? of."

"Squad leader, what do you mean... let us take the initiative?" Hansen couldn't help but sigh. "The number of opponents can be much more than us."

"I have already considered it. They seem to have a good number of people, but most of them have no intention of fighting. Just a long-range shot can't make the enemy intuitively aware of the defeat. If we can kill their strongest team, Maybe you can completely destroy the opponent's will to fight!"

"But we have not many bullets..."

"The First Army is not an army that can only fight with guns. The "Operation Manual" emphasizes this point." Fish **** condensed.

After everyone was silent for a moment, Hansen opened his mouth first. "I listen to you."

"Yes, squad leader, I don't want to leave anyone alone."

"Either go, or stay."

"Order, squad leader!"

Everyone shouted.

The fish ball nodded solemnly. If it was before, he would never have thought that he would make such a decision. After four years in the army, he felt that he really had something changed.

"You are not a coward."

A pleasing sound reappears to the ear.

He took a deep breath and said word by word, "Everyone, a bayonet!"

From the oldest rifle to the rifle, the structure of the gun has changed a lot, but the bayonet has not been canceled. It is different, that is, it is better than before.

The soldiers brushed the knife from the scabbard and inserted it into the cassette.

The fish ball inserted the last hair clip into the gun, and the arm screamed, "Come with me!"

He took the lead in turning out the camp.

The other teammates followed, rushing toward the enemy closest to the front!

The opponent apparently did not react to what happened. Many of them did not even climb up from the ground in the first place, but continued to shoot with the lame posture toward the first army that rushed down.

The fish **** have already been prepared for the shot, but the expected stinging has not been able to come, and the distance of more than 100 meters is instantaneous, and the enemy just dreams of standing up and standing up. The bare rifle stupidly stood in the same place, as if I didn't know how to be good.

In accordance with the posture of the training, he broke the bayonet into the chest of the first enemy -

"kill!"

The teammates also swarmed and rushed into the crowd with the momentum of going down the mountain.

Shouting and killing sounded through the hillside!

The fish ball pricked one, shot and killed one, then turned and stabbed the third, and found that there was no new target around.

He looked around and found that the enemy had begun to flee.

They probably didn't expect the first army to rush out of the camp at this time, and they started to fight with them, and the string that was finally tightened in the heart broke.

The narrow road meets the brave.

The aristocratic coalition forces who had long insisted on gnashing their teeth did not resist a few times, and they collapsed across the board. When the top team ran away, the panic spread like a plague throughout the army. The teams that had been retreating were even left their weapons, fleeing down the mountain, and even many people lost their feet and fell down, and knocked down a bunch of accomplices running in front.

When the heavy machine guns fell into the hands of the First Army and turned the guns to the crowds that rushed down the mountain, the enemy hated that they had two fewer legs. If it weren't for the machine guns, there wouldn't be many bullets, and they might not even get out of the place.

The fish ball did not know how far it was, until he was a little soft, he slowly stopped.

The enemies still alive on the hillside have all fallen to the ground, raising their hands and surrendering, and the nobles who have been squatting at the rear are running faster than anyone else, and it is almost impossible to see them again at this moment.

He clenched his fists hard, and there seemed to be an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

Just before I had time to taste it, the teammates who rushed up and threw him down to the ground. "Squad leader, we won!"

"Long live your majesty!"

"Long live the first army!"

He was lifted by everyone and then thrown high into the air.

Yes, they won.

Everyone has survived and there is no better ending than this.

The fish **** opened their hands to the setting sun, and joined everyone in the cry of celebrating victory.

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