Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 223 Line Up

The departure point is about a thousand meters from Wierfgang. The first two hundred meters were quite neat and we all know that the distance is safe. With Lieutenant Colonel Rossler's copper whistle, the attacking team approached the enemy's position step by step.

Claude stood in the middle of the first platoon, and the team on both sides proceeded at a speed and parallel to his bench, with his numb legs walking into a range of 800 metres of shelling. At this point, Claude's spirit was so nervous that it was a gamble of life that no one knew if he would survive the enemy's gunfire.

It wasn't just Claude alone, almost all the soldiers were nervous. The footsteps also began to become rigid and heavy, moving step by step in the sharp copper whistle next to them. As a soldier, walking to the battlefield is a fate that cannot be escaped. Claude regrets being caught by Lieutenant Colonel Rossler, and has no chance to try his own way of attacking...

But Lieutenant Colonel Rossler had been instructed by the Grand Prince to lead the guerrilla battalion in its offensive, and as a member of the guerrilla battalion, Claude could not fight him. At this time, there is a conflict with Lieutenant Colonel Rossler. The only people who will lose will be themselves. Currently, no one will care about the opinion of a small sergeant. Lieutenant Colonel Rossler is more willing to use himself as a chicken...

Seven hundred meters, no fire from the enemy, six hundred meters, no artillery fire from the enemy. The atmosphere became more and more tense, Claude's forehead sweat dropped, at this moment he felt that time was so long, it seemed like everything was still in his impression, only that sharp copper whistle became so stinging and clear, urging himself to move forward as he had already...

Another very long, very brief moment later, four loud and loud sounds spread into Claude's ears, soaring four strands of white smoke in the distant Wilfgang position. Claude's eyes saw the four black dots grow from small to large, seemingly flashing through the air slowly, with the sound of the watermelon smashing behind him and the scream of uncontrollable repression, as well as the sound of constant riots and the reprimand of officers.

The enemy fired artillery. For some reason, Claude suddenly felt like he wasn't panicking, and his feet felt like he was walking, and his steps became stronger. The bronze whistle still hurried by the sound of an ear, and the team continued to move forward.

After a minute or two, the artillery on the hillside fired again. Claude heard four more loud noises and saw four sparking white smokes, and saw that black shell coming from afar and getting bigger into the queue behind him. Claude also heard that terrible whistle as the shells flew in the air, screaming and crying again behind him, as if there were soldiers pulling their legs and running back, but soon, a scream accompanied by an officer's loud warning: "Runner, kill without forgiveness! ”

Perhaps the first five attacks drained them too much shells, and enemy positions at the Wilf Post fired a total of six or seven rounds of artillery and ceased fire. However, these rounds of artillery still caused heavy casualties to the attacking team. Claude walked for half a day and could still hear the screams coming from behind him. That was because of the screams of the wounded soldiers who shelled him before dying...

Claude swore he would never forget the scene he had just seen, which of course had to survive the offensive. In the last round of the enemy's shelling, he almost thought he was bound to die. The shell grew very clearly in his eyes, and it felt like it was coming towards him.

At that moment Claude felt he had solidified in this scene, and he forgot everything, and his mind was blank, and he watched the shell become very slow and very clear in the sky, and he could even see the shell spinning slowly, and the cast lines on the iron ball were rare. Claude thought of hiding in his heart, but found his body immobile. He could only watch this shell pour at himself...

But eventually the shell rubbed over his shoulder a foot from Claude, and then Claude discovered that his consciousness had returned to his body, and he felt himself walking forward, while at the same time he heard the “fluttering” and screaming of his body falling down around him and behind him, a warm stream of liquid splashed onto Claude's back, and the smell of blood poured out his nose.

Three hundred meters away, Claude is still moving forward, and he sees the enemy at the Wilfgang defensive position lined up, pointing the gunshot at the squatting team on the gentle hillside. At the same time, I saw people busy next to those four guns, stuffed a grey white cloth bag into the gun's mouth, and pushed it deep with a long push rod...

That was a shotgun, and the soldiers in the front row were tight, and Claude was no exception. Two hundred meters further, you have to face the shotgun attack, the artillery fires solid shells, it's luck, see who's lucky to win the prize, and in the face of this massive shotgun, the soldiers at the front know that death is near, nobody can avoid it.

Claude also remained sane, reaching out to guide the soldiers in the same line to keep up. Don't walk any slower, whispering the order: "Pass on the order, lie back and shoot as you approach a hundred meters, first target four artillery...”

The sharp copper whistle also seemed slightly lighter, and Claude's oblique eyes looked to the left, but he saw Lieutenant Colonel Rossler sloping to the left, lengthening the distance from the queue, this time five or six meters away from Claude's queue. No wonder he returned unharmed in the first two attacks. Paralysis, you are so far from the queue, the enemy must have shot at the position in queue instead of you alone...

Lead the attack and show your courage in front of the great prince. At the end of the attack, draw a distance to protect your life. Claude hates this Colonel Rossler for biting his teeth at this moment, letting so many soldiers die, but he can save his own life. If it wasn't in the first row, Claude really wanted to shoot Lieutenant Colonel Rossler's black gun, but now he can only imagine, in front of everyone, that if he did, he would not escape the severe punishment of military justice if he survived the battle.

Two hundred meters away, the enemy queue at Wilfgang raised a gun and targeted the queue approaching on the hillside. Claude's heart started beating wildly, and he felt as if all the enemies were pointing their guns at him... but in fact the footsteps of the first queue had slowed down and the left and right sides had unwittingly fallen behind by two positions...

“Fire!” A password was sounded on the enemy's position, followed by a well-lined line of white smoke, three shots in a row, and white smoke spread almost throughout the position.

No one could look at the guns fired in the face, but Claude felt like he was roaming the stormy sea in a small boat, and whoever was on the left fell to the ground and was hit somewhere. The soldier on the right breathes out loud like a choking mouth, making a “hehe” breathable sound. Claude glanced at him and found his face twisted, but he followed in his footsteps...

A strange soldier in the rear hurried two steps to fill a vacant position on the left side of Upper Claude. It was not his willingness to come up, but a long brainwashing queue of marching trainings that gave him a subconscious response. The first platoon was soon filled by soldiers from behind, all of whom were still moving step by step.

More than a hundred and thirty metres away, the queues at the enemy positions at Wilfgang were loaded with ammunition and firearms were raised again. Claude heard the soldier just added on the left praying to the god of war, blessing him either with a bullet in his hand, lest he be left to suffer the pain of injury, or let him return home intact and be reunited with his family...

Claude glanced at him. This is a soldier in his thirties. The uniform on him is the uniform of the local army's guard battalion. He walked forward with his eyes closed while praying...

“Fire!” The sounds of the enemy were clearer this time, three shots in a row and another stormy blow. Claude found that the first platoon had been punched with a hundred holes, almost half of the soldiers were missing all at once, and the rest of the soldiers were a little stunned, not marching forward.

Claude was still not shot, as was the prayer soldier next to him. The unfortunate soldier on the right side with a distorted face, he no longer had to be nervous, a gun hit him in the chest, his pale face fell to the ground, his face was very quiet and he was no longer angry.

The copper whistle became sharper and more stingy, and soon came Colonel Rossler's hoarse roar: "What a fool! Keep moving...”

Enemy queues on the Wolfgang are nervously loading the guns, and they can fire again before they reach a distance of 100 meters, but even within a distance of 100 meters it is not possible to attack this Wolfgang position, as there are four more guns loaded with shotguns waiting for the attackers to arrive. The hillside is so big that two artillery cannons can cover the hillside. Four artillery cannons are fired alternately. The attackers will never rush to the position...

I can't go up there for nothing. I can use my methods to get over this Weaver post, but the problem is that that Lieutenant Colonel Rossler is standing in the way, and we have to find a way to get rid of him...

Perhaps it was the enemy at the position who loaded the guns, and because the losses in the first platoon were a little high, the queue had stopped at this location. This time, Colonel Rossler couldn't hold on. He had to rush to the front of the team, waving the command knife in his hand loudly and shouting: "Now, move on, leave the wounded on the ground, move on, keep up, fill it up, hurry up! ”

Some bodies were dumped on this part of the hillside, the bodies of soldiers killed in the first five attacks, all of which were taken away. Although it was June, when the sun was in the air, Claude felt this hillside gust of wind and a tingling cold. Looking at Colonel Rossler's twisted mouth, Claude moved in his heart and stood up and shouted, “Make it up in the back, line up horizontally against me, come on! ”

Claude then held the gun in his left hand, and his right finger began to outline the magic bullet array in the middle of the air with the cover of the gun in his chest. At this point, Lieutenant Colonel Rossler started walking to the left, and he also wanted to distance himself from the queue and avoid being the target of firing at enemy positions.

A strange soldier plugged in from behind and stood in line with Claude. Claude put his right index finger on Colonel Rossler a little bit, gave him this spell of meditation, and drank: “Follow me, move on! ”

Lieutenant Colonel Rossler, who had just arrived on the left side of the queue, suddenly stunned, and a clear foam cover appeared around his body. In the light of the sun, the foam flashed with colorful light.

Almost every enemy soldier on Weaver's post who was loaded with ammunition pointed his gun at this big bubble that sparkled in the sun, and many of the rushed soldiers fired directly without even waiting for an officer's orders. The sound of the gunshot became a piece. Lieutenant Colonel Rossler's body in this huge bubble trembled irresistibly. He was struck as a horse's nest...

“Down!” Claude drank that he did not know how many more of his squadron were alive, and that perhaps the soldiers in the guerrilla camp would understand what he meant by shouting to lie down, while the soldiers in the other forces would not understand, but would continue to march in stupidity when he fell injured.

Claude chose to lie down with the bodies of two soldiers, which could serve as a cover for Claude. At a distance of about 120 meters, Claude clamped the ignition rope onto the cover of the cartridge, then set the gun on the body, aimed at the person surrounding one of the four guns, and pulled the trigger.

Soon as the gunfire sounded, Claude heard dozens of gunshots coming from around and behind him. The people next to the four guns were missing. A panicked scream rang from the enemy's position, and a cannon even opened fire, firing a shrapnel, but no one returned from its coverage.

There was a continuous gunfire behind him, and Claude looked backwards, but the soldiers of the Grand Prince's guard battalion lined up in a neat queue, shooting at enemy positions on the Weave post 300 metres away using the limit range of the gun in his hand. It's just that their results don't seem very good. It seems that only five or six of the enemy's queues in the position have fallen...