MTL - Heroes of Silver Moon-Chapter 682 : Great Patriotic War (8)

The movement of the new legion did not hide from the orcs who were only separated by a river.

"What's the situation now?" Hagrid slowly walked out of the orc camp. He was Batu's confidant, and he was in command of the orc army when King Khan was away.

The subordinates hurriedly reported: "My lord, the humans on the other side seem to be preparing to cross the river."

"Crossing the river?" Hagrid frowned first, then looked up at the sky, and was a little stunned. Although the battle of the sanctuary in the sky could no longer be observed, it seemed that the Silver Moon King was about to die.

In this case, it seems understandable for humans to choose to jump over the wall in a hurry.

"Give me an order to prevent humans from crossing the river at all costs, especially not to allow them to stand firm, and at the same time strengthen the two wings of defense to prevent humans from turning around." Hagrid gave the order with a sneer.

Humans' alchemy weapons are strong, but if they take the initiative to cross the river and attack, the gap in weapons between the two sides will quickly narrow. Without these alchemy weapons, why should humans fight them?

The messengers ran in the continuous camp. Although the orc army was divided into several legions in name, they still used individual tribes as combat units.

The sudden battle order even threw the orc army into chaos.

Fortunately, the new army also received temporary orders. When they were ready to cross the river, the orcs barely completed their deployment.

Hundreds of thousands of orcs glared fiercely, bared their teeth, eagerly waiting for the battle to start, and there were more orcs in the rear preparing for the battle, ready to take turns on the battlefield at any time.

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On the south bank of the river, preparations were made for crossing the river. Hundreds of temporary boats have been distributed to the vanguard.

Mikil led the entire company's officers and soldiers, squatting halfway in the trench, waiting for orders with a dignified expression.

Bram, who was too nervous, had sweaty palms, but his long-term muscle memory made him hold the rifle in his hand tightly, and so did most of the others.

boom! A red flare went straight into the sky.

Even the orcs who don't know why, know that the most tragic battle is finally about to begin...

"Cross the river in one row and two rows, and wait in the third row!" Mikil blew the copper whistle on his neck vigorously.

As if in a chain reaction, the brass whistles of the grassroots commanders sounded one after another, and countless new soldiers rushed out of the trenches.

They lifted up the boat placed in front of the trench, and ran towards the Yelin River desperately.

"Archers step forward!" The orc army also responded, and archers from various tribes stepped forward one after another, trying to close the distance and attack the humans who were crossing the river.

In the previous battles, the orcs knew that human alchemy weapons had a long range, so they camped 1,500 meters away from the river bank.

Although it later proved that this distance is not enough in front of light artillery...

The shooting range of ordinary archers is generally two hundred meters, so if they want to attack humans who are crossing the river, they must get infinitely close to the river bank.

Not only the archers, but also the army of orcs waiting in battle. They couldn't let the humans stand firm on the north river bank, otherwise they would be the ones who would be in trouble.

Headquarters, looking at the orc army approaching the river bank, Harris gave an order with a serious face: "Let the artillery position provide fire assistance."

The Battle Beyond the Great Wall and the Battle of Ye Linhe almost wiped out the royal mages.

Coupled with factors such as Simon's expulsion of the Mage Guild and the rise of gunpowder weapons, the royal mage group has still not been able to recover. It can be said that there are two or three big cats and kittens.

Therefore, the new army can only rely on the newly assembled light artillery to provide strategic firepower suppression.

Fortunately, the orc shaman groups were all wiped out, and they didn't even have the most basic spell suppression.

Whoosh! The artillery shells screamed and fell into the north bank, and opened fire at the feet of the orc army. The orc soldiers in the dense formation instantly ran away with their heads in their hands, failing to realize the idea of ​​attacking halfway.

After the shells stopped, the orc officer finally gathered the soldiers and reorganized their formation.

The first wave of the vanguard of the new army had landed on the north bank, and hundreds of small boats returned to the south bank, ready to transport the second wave of vanguard.

beep! beep! beep!

The platoon leader's rapid copper whistle kept ringing in his ears, constantly provoking the soldiers' numb brains. As the squad leader, Bram quickly reacted and shouted: "Line up, everyone, hurry up and line up!"

The first batch of troops to cross the river were all infantry squads. They didn't carry any heavy weapons and only had one rifle in their hands. They had to form a tight formation so as not to be overwhelmed by the orc army.

The soldiers also reacted quickly, as usual training, with each company as a unit, forming one hollow square after another.

"The archers suppressed them, the wolf cavalry charged to suppress them, and the infantry retreated to make room for combat." Hagrid's face was rather ugly.

The battlefield chosen by humans is quite narrow, and the army of hundreds of thousands of orcs cannot be deployed at all. If a certain battle space is not reserved, it will become more and more crowded.

In contrast to this, the same is true for the new legion.

This river crossing area, which is no more than a kilometer long, is too small, whether it is 300,000 people or 150,000 people, and the two sides are doomed to use refueling tactics.

Seeing the orc wolf cavalry rushing swiftly like the wind, the platoon leader in charge of the frontline command said in a deep voice: "Put up the bayonet, listen to my order to attack squad by squad, first squad, let go!"

Bang bang bang bang! A series of gunshots sounded, and the front row of dozens of hollow phalanxes opened fire one after another under the command of the commander.

The wolf cavalry who were running wildly seemed to have plunged into a spike trap, and the wargs or the riders on the back of the wargs suddenly fell down with blood splashing.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third rows of the hollow phalanx pulled the triggers in sequence.

Facts have proved that the three-stage attack from the flintlock is indeed a very good tactic. No wolf cavalry can rush to the unprotected human soldiers with continuous gunfire.

However, this is just a harassing attack from the orcs.

When they targeted these wolf cavalry, the advancing orc archers officially included them in the attack range.

"Get ready, shoot!" A wave of arrows rained down from the sky, and the unprotected human soldiers fell down in an instant.

But even so, they couldn't counterattack these archers, because the wolf cavalry who lost their firepower could overwhelm their defenses at any time.

Seeing soldiers falling down with arrows, the telescope in Harris' hands was trembling in the headquarters.

In the end, he still couldn't bear the condemnation of his conscience: "Let the artillery suppress fire again!"

Alyosha, who was in charge of dispatching the artillery, couldn't help persuading: "Our shells are only enough to provide three times of fire suppression. Are you sure you want to use the last one?"

It has been two and a half years since Clifford developed a stable explosive, but this does not mean that shells can be produced immediately.

Considering the inconvenience of transportation and other factors, Simon gave priority to the development of light weapons, such as heavy machine guns and mortars, and the same is true for the supply of ammunition.

It was not until half a year ago that Clifford completed the research on the new type of artillery and shells, and the formal production of shells was only a month old.

At the beginning of the war, the new army had only 30 light artillery pieces and less than 500 rounds of shells, which could provide up to three times of fire suppression.

Therefore, every firepower suppression must be used at critical moments that can determine the direction of the war.

Harris put down the binoculars and looked at him with red eyes: "Every soldier in the new regiment was trained by me personally. You rarely let me watch them die in vain! Execute the order!"

Alyosha felt helpless, but he could only obey, standing at attention and saluting: "Yes!"

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The rain of arrows from the orc archers greatly damaged the morale of the vanguard troops crossing the river.

Seeing his comrades-in-arms fall one after another, Bram felt his legs were trembling. All his heroic deeds, promotion and salary increase, and the return of a beautiful woman were all forgotten, and he wished to escape from this place immediately. Once felt the cruelty of war.

But this is a battlefield, the enemy in front of him and the supervising team behind him will not sit back and watch any deserter appear, and he can only obliterate this unrealistic idea in his mind.

Seeing that the platoon leader was still gathering formation, Bram felt a surge of anger in his heart. Facing the orcs, the arrow rain was still forming a dense formation. Was it because they didn't die fast enough? So, he yelled at the platoon leader: "We can't maintain a close formation, or we will all die!"

Unexpectedly, the platoon leader glared at him coldly, and shouted at all the terrified soldiers: "Then hold out your chests and face death bravely!"

Of course he knew that it would be a complete fool to maintain a dense formation under the rain of arrows, but if he didn't maintain a tight formation~www.novelbuddy.com~ when the orc wolf cavalry rushed in front of them, they would only die faster.

Bram felt chills all over his body. He never thought that he would get such an answer, as if they should die like this on the battlefield.

Without giving Bram a chance to continue thinking, the troops crossing the river, which had suffered heavy casualties, could no longer maintain absolute fire suppression, and the orc wolf cavalry rushed in front of them.

"Steady!" Following the platoon leader's order, Bram subconsciously gripped his rifle tightly and steadied his footsteps. The galloping wolf had no time to slow down, and directly crashed into the row of bayonets. The rider fell and was stabbed to death by the soldier who made up the knife.

Faced with this kind of hedgehog who couldn't speak, the wolf cavalry who rushed to the front had to turn around. After all, whoever hit it would die.

And in the next second, the shells dragging the flames fell again, instantly clearing the battlefield, and also focused on taking care of the orc archers.

"Long live!" Seeing this situation, the morale of the surviving vanguard surged, and the rain of arrows, which was similar to a reminder, finally stopped temporarily.

"Let the infantry go!" Hagrid gave the order sullenly at the orc camp.

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Taking advantage of the deployment of the orcs, the second wave of troops of the new army crossed the river smoothly, not only replenishing the lost troops, but also bringing heavy machine guns and mortars.

Without time to rest, Graton, the commander of the First Army, visited the battlefield in person and commanded the crossing troops to dig trenches on the spot, use the bomb craters to arrange heavy firepower points, and at the same time count the casualties and treat the wounded.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Graton felt a little sad, but he quickly adjusted. This is a war, and it is impossible to have no casualties, especially the grassroots officers and soldiers.

But the price is too high!