Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 218: Ambush

“Sergeant, why are we ambushing here, not on that dune over there?” McJackie was wearing a grassy hat woven from weeds and shrubs, probing around and asking Claude, who was keeping an eye on the mud pit.

“Quite simply, we are now in the middle of an enemy scene, because of the ambush of our parade battalion, and the enemy's scouting has learned to behave, no longer in groups of three or four rides, but in teams of scouts working together. The hill in front is the only high point in the field. If the enemy's scouts want to scout on our side, they must first go up to the hill to observe the movement around them and see if our soldiers are ambushing the area.

As I've observed for some time now, the enemy's reconnaissance teams are divided into four fan-shaped squadrons. If we were to ambush the hills, our horizons would be wide open, but we would not be able to deal with enemies coming in four directions. Because we have guns, not artillery. Even if we can destroy enemies in one or two directions, at least half of them will rush to us. Unloaded guns will become firecrackers...

Those who didn't come back last week, I questioned the people I knew, and they were all ambushed, like you said, at high ground. Those who know say they did shoot one or two enemy scouts, but no one escapes the pursuit of a subsequent enemy. And the enemies are not fools, they are most vigilant when rushing to high ground, but when they find no ambush on the dune, they can't help but relax, which is our chance. ”

Claude was patient enough to explain to McJackie that the boy was a minor and only seventeen years old. Second, he has been with himself for almost a year. Be careful and be very close to him. Sometimes Claude will think of him as his brother.

The May sun shone head-on, giving you a feeling of laziness and unwillingness to move. Big Gummy has shrunk aside and fallen asleep, snoring slightly. This guy can eat and sleep, he is also the simplest person in Claude's mind, he is not demanding, as long as he can eat enough, nothing else matters.

“Sergeant, here we are.” McJackie's face on the floor with his ears tense, he heard horseshoes from afar and raised a finger: “A team of scouts. ”

Claude kicked him out of his sleep, kicking him in the leg of a big gemmy: “Wake up, the enemy is here. ”

Big Gummy rubbed his face, checked the grass seat over the mud pit, found nothing missing, and then lay down beside Claude, staring at the small mound in front through the gap between the grass seat and the grass bush.

The small mound in front of Claude was 70 to 80 meters away from the mud pit they were ambushing, while Berklin had two men ambushing in a mound 15 to 16 meters behind Claude's left, and Muriel had three soldiers ambushing behind his right, and they were also, like Claude, covered in a disguised grass seat with a disguised weed shrub on their heads.

Less often than not, a tall and robust horse appeared on the mound, which was the light cavalry of the Principality of Kanas in a dark blue uniform. Apparently, the scouts on the top of the hill relaxed for a moment, surrounded by a loud joke about something, leaving them to ride on the hill, even a few lightweight cavalry men disembarked their horses, pulled out their water bags and fed their beloved horses, and one wiped the sweat off their horses with a towel.

Claude aimed at a cavalry sitting on a horse with a single-barrel telescope, which should be the commanding officer of this scouting squad, presumably a lieutenant. At least the other soldiers spoke to him in a more serious position.

“Boom!” The gunshot went off, and the cavalry sitting on the horse with a single tube of binoculars swayed on the horse, one head resting on the ground. A panicked scream broke out on the hill, and several soldiers riding on horseback had turned their heads and looked to Claude's side, as the gunfire and the soaring smoke had exposed Claude's ambush, and the cavalry pushed hard and prompted the riders under him to come to Claude's side.

“Boom!” Claude fired another shot, and another horse-mounted cavalry fell from the horse.

The remaining 10 Duchy of Kanas scouts are already in a state of rage, pulling out their snowy cavalry machetes, shouting curses in their mouths at the horses flying down the hills, rushing towards Claude, whose first three rides are less than 30 meters from the mud pit where Claude was ambushed.

Claude grabbed the third gun that had lit the flaming rope and continued aiming at it without moving a sound. McJackie next door was loading Claude's first gun, and the big Grimes had two spear guns in their hand, and they were equally indifferent to the onslaught of enemy surveillance.

Just less than 20 meters from Claude, the three rides running in front of him suddenly fell on his horse, one of the most tragic high take-offs, and then his neck landed on the ground, and the sound of "Calabash" was silent, and he broke his neck and died instantly.

“Trimmersault!” The next few rides rushed to Le Horse, controlling the speed of the horse, and as they proceeded, opened their eyes to see if there were any tripping horseshoes in the weeds on the ground.

They just slowed down and gave Claude the chance to shoot.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Bang!” “Bang! ”

Four gunshots were fired and only three were planted on the back of the seven rides.

Bastard, two more shots were fired, not more than twenty or thirty meters away, it was impossible to fly, and the result was clearly a shot at one person.

The remaining four Duchy of Kanas scouts did not expect two more ambushes, but they just stunned and split the two rides to the two ambush points in Berklin and Muried, while the two rides continued to crash into the mud pit where Claude was located.

Now that Claude's done three shots, Mike's still loading the first gun. Claude was not worried about Berklin and Muriel in the back, because they still had two unfired guns in their hands, and it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a light cavalry. And on my side, I can only rely on big grammys.

Gemmy yelled and rushed out of the mud pit, shaking her hand and threw two spear guns at the two horsemen. Unfortunately, the first spear rubbed shoulder to shoulder with the scout in front of it, and the rider in the back was held upright by the spear, making a scream of the spear falling off the horse with its center belly covered.

The rider in front lifted the cavalry curve knife and cut it off at the neck of the big man, the grown man, though very flexible, jumped directly on the floor. The knife flashed over his head and cut him in half with the weed shrub ring. This scout ran into the mud pit with a horse smooth...

“Boom! Boom! Bang!” There were three shots coming back, not knowing if Berklin and Muriel had taken care of the two rides that rushed toward them. It's just Claude, they're facing a bigger crisis, and they're not paying attention to what's going on.

McJackie slipped away from the horseshoe trample, and Claude grabbed a gun and hit the cavalry with his head over his face. However, the scout lifted a curved knife, knocked the gun open and struck it straight in front of Claude's chest. Claude retreated suddenly, but the mud pit was small and there was no room to hide. Fortunately, the gun was still in his hand and was in a hurry to get in front of him. “Ding," the sharp machete cut into the barrel and almost cut off half the barrel.

His life was at stake, and Claude threw the gun in his hand over his head while the light cavalry pulled its knife. The light cavalry leaned back, dodged the gun, and watched unarmed Claude smile. In his eyes, Mike still hasn't climbed up on the ground in front of the horse, and Claude, who should be in charge, has been pushed into the corner by himself. He will lose his head if he waves a curved knife...

Claude did not wait for the enemy in front of him to lift his machete, but as soon as he lifted his hand it was a magical flying arrow, opening a hole in the chest of the Light Cavalry. The light-headed cavalry never dreamed that the enemy still had this hand. He stagnated on his horse, slowly lowered his head and wanted to see his wound. Then the machete in his hand landed, and the man fell off his horse.

Claude pulled out the dagger in the back of the leather boot barrel and pounded it like a leopard, inserting the dagger into the chest of a light cavalry wound caused by a magical flying arrow, stirring it twice hard. Though the soldiers who followed the ambush were under their own command and close to each other, Claude was reluctant to let others know he was magical.

Claude raised his head from the mud pit and wanted to see what was going on back there. I didn't expect to see a scene that stunned him.

The light cavalry on Muried's side had been killed, and the scout who rushed to Berklin had beheaded a soldier. As for Berklin and the other soldier, he took a bayonet gun and circled around this scout. Muried was on his way to support him with two soldiers. Another soldier had not fired a gun and was aiming at him with a kneeling gun, but the target and Berklin were entangled. He was not sure that he had injured his own people, and the three kept moving, making him unable to aim, so that he could not shoot at the latest...

Damn it, how could that happen, Claude scolding, hurrying to pick up a neat gun from the ground and load it, hoping he could make it.

“Boom!” The soldier's gun finally rang, unfortunately it still missed, and the gun was wiped from behind the scout. The scout screamed a painful sound, instead reminding him to leave Berklin and the soldier, as well as Muriel and others who were about to arrive, and rushed to the soldier who had just shot him.

The power of the light cavalry is that when the horses rush off, the stopped cavalry has little power, which is why the two soldiers, the light cavalry and the Berklin, have been involved for half a day. The two bayonets also pose a considerable threat to the spinning Light Cavalry. If the three Murieds arrive, the Light Cavalry will never be better off.

Seeing the light cavalry rush towards himself, the soldier who had just fired the gun began to panic. After all, he was alone now, the gun had become a firecracker, without even a bayonet, and the distance of more than 10 meters was only two or three seconds for the cavalry. He panicked and ran as soon as he threw the gun, and the light cavalry had laid down the machete in his hand. As soon as the horse ran past the soldier, the machete smoothly cut off the enemy's head without effort...

Claude suddenly realized that the loading took a long time. For a fireline shooter, it was very quick to fire three times a minute. But now he feels that the loading procedure is too cumbersome. He can't save the soldier, he can only close his eyes helplessly...

“Bang!” a gunshot sounded so pleasant. Claude opened his eyes and saw the light cavalry shake his body twice on the horse, then fell.

It was Mike who fired the gun, and he rushed to the last second, and the light cavalry immediately caught up with the deserting soldier, shooting at a distance of fourteen or five meters, a straight line, and the target didn't hide, so he shot dead.

Claudette was relieved, loaded with the ammunition of the gun in her hand, and then climbed out of the mud pit and walked to Berklin, where several soldiers were darkly wounded surrounded by beheaded bodies.

“How Alijah died, Baker, say it! ”

This decapitated soldier is one of those eight soldiers who are somewhat retarded, and now there are only three left. I didn't expect him to die today.

“Enemy, when the enemy rushed over, suddenly hid on the side of the mount, and I, we all shot and fell out of the sky. Alijah thought he had killed the enemy, so he stood up, and suddenly the guy appeared on the horse's back, one knife...”

Turns out this light cavalry can still slip into hiding. The equestrian technique is excellent, but McJackie has avenged Alijah. Claude was saddened by the fact that a perfect ambush still cost his team their lives.

“Pack up and we'll take Alijie back…" Claude said in a refreshing spirit.

“Boss, this time we got a good harvest, ambushed a squad of enemies, and got a dozen good horses.” Muried laughed and pulled an enemy mount and turned over: “There's a horse on the hill, I'll get it. ”

That was Claude's first shot at the enemy, and it was supposed to be the captain of the reconnaissance team, who had been on the hill.

Claude was about to say that the enemy above had a single-barrel telescope. When you brought it back to me, you heard a few more gunshots. Muriel, who had just mounted the horse, fell from the horse, and the two soldiers next to him also fell on the floor...

“Enemy attack! Get down!” Claude fell to the ground and crawled to Muriel's side with his hands busy.