Vol 2 Chapter 653: Battle in the Loess Area

"Three companies, advance fifty meters!" On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the fight between humans and green skins is being staged: "One! Two! One!"
Soldiers who had only been trained for half a year, were still digging in the farmland this time last year, but now they are part of the line infantry, standing on the front line against the northern green barbarians.
The officer wearing a black coat and lined with metal armor commanded his soldiers with his voice, and moved forward in a uniform pace.
They were wearing black uniforms, and on the snowy plain, it was like a dark cloud crossing the border.
According to the infantry exercise code compiled by the Loess Region, what these aboriginal peasant soldiers do most every day is how to step out of a uniform pace and form a queue.
Every player who has passed the officer training will lead two hundred aboriginal soldiers to form a Dalian organization, and strictly implement tactical orders on the battlefield according to the chain of command.
This is also the smallest unit on the entire battlefield. Given the current power of gunpowder weapons, any unit with less than a hundred people cannot form a sufficient firepower density.
The range of the battlefield that can be seen at present is full of no less than a hundred Dalian advancing, and their enemies are green skins that cannot be counted.
The white mist emitted by the black powder after being activated filled the battlefield, not only making it difficult for mortals to breathe, but also blocking their vision.
Player officers are not even sure whether the team they are commanding has moved to the correct position, whether they are walking in a straight line, and whether they are in a sufficiently neat line?
"Get ready to shoot!" The player officer raised the command knife and shouted three times to make sure that the soldiers heard his command: "Raise the gun!"
Two hundred muskets were raised, and they were divided into two rows. When the first row finished shooting, the second row would shoot after three breaths.
The line infantry in the loess area extravagantly used silk as the material of the combustible cartridge case, combining gunpowder and projectiles into a whole, greatly improving the firing speed of the gun, without worrying about the incomplete combustion of the cartridge case and blocking the barrel.
These soldiers who have undergone half-year off-production training, if they can perform their own state normally, can complete the reloading within 20 seconds, thereby forming a continuous wave of attacks.
But this is almost impossible to do on the battlefield, let alone line soldiers, even players who are officers cannot guarantee their calm performance on the battlefield.
In particular, most of these officers have only undergone reserve training, with mediocre performances and low scores drifting by.
The real elite troops, active military players, and even players with outstanding performance in the reserve, have been transferred to other fronts.
The entire loess area is like sea urchins with teeth and claws, attacking everywhere on the long border, igniting the flames of war.
"Prepare with the army mage!" The command of the senior officer came from the chain of command: "The wind is rising!"
The player officer felt a breeze blowing from back to front, bringing fresh air, and the wind gradually increased, finally blowing away the thick white mist in front of him.
This time, both the officer and the line infantry saw five million roaring enemies and the smelly green-skinned barbarians.
Although the corpses of green-skinned barbarians were all over the ground between the two sides, the new enemy let out a roar of excitement nonchalantly: "aaagh! Xiao Xiami died!"
These green barbarians in simple leather armor are like savages, some holding iron axes, and others carrying thick-armed trunks onto the battlefield.
They eluded the fighters like joints, but it was these green skins that millions of them went south every winter and attacked the northern frontier of the Song Empire.
Several generations of dynasties worked hard and repaired the great city wall that stretched for thousands of miles in the frontier. After hundreds of years, the blood of green skin and human blood filled and soaked the wall.
These green barbarians are a lifetime nightmare for the northern people of the Song Empire. Once they break through a certain section of the city wall, panic in most of the northern region will occur.
They eat everything and grab everything. They are born to fight and have almost no other pursuits. They are either fighting or walking on the road to fighting.
Since the establishment of the Song Empire, this is almost the first time that the army has stepped out of the protection of the great wall and faced the impact of the green-skinned barbarians.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!" A series of gunshots sounded beside the player officer, but at a distance of nearly 500 meters, there was no threat to Green Skin.
Several nervous soldiers violated the order and opened fire privately.
"Stop shooting and wait for the firing order!" The player officer's face is also sweating, his heartbeat is quickening, and his tone is trembling. The reality of this game sometimes makes people forget the reality, but he still roars in a sharp tone: "Anyone who fires privately will be handled by the town government soldiers!"
The town government soldiers are the political commissars of the low-profile version of the game. They are held by high-level players and deal with all violations of military discipline. They are also the strongest force at the critical moment of occupation.
The assault team composed of all transcendents, well-equipped and skilled, ignoring casualties, is a deterrent to both the enemy and the natives.
The player officer looked at the green barbarians without any formation, and rushed over in a mess under the command of several big green barbarians.
He narrowed his eyes into a line, constantly calculating the distance between the two sides, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, green skin, strong muscles and overwhelming numbers, mixed with a suffocating smell. Come.
The knees of the line infantry were trembling, but they did not dare to escape. Six months of training let them know that there is still a chance to face the enemy and there is a dead end for deserters.
One hundred and fifty meters!
The player officer saw that the green-skinned barbarian had crossed the death line. At this distance, the musket hit almost half of it: "Fire!"
Not only the three companies under his command, the entire battle line is more than 15 kilometers, and the line infantry team of more than 100,000 people is facing the attack of more than 300,000 green skins!
The gun fires deadly projectiles, and the strong muscles have no effect before the gunpowder power, and are easily torn apart. Most of the green skins cannot resist such power.
The green-skinned barbarians that rushed to the forefront poured a piece in a row. Before the green-skins could slow down to figure out how these little shrimps hurt them, the line infantry in the back had already opened fire again.
Death spread in the green skin ~EbookFREE.me~ This round of blows caused at least more than 10,000 casualties to the opponent.
However, this place is a magical world after all, and the taller green-skinned boss is not afraid of the new toy of human Xiaoxi Mi, and lead bullets can't even penetrate their muscles!
However, there are not only the two sides on the battlefield. The chaos believers hiding in the dark are so excited that they twitch, and the corpses and blood on the ground make it easier for them to communicate with the evil god.
The restless psychic energy gathered over the entire battlefield, and the lightning and the distorted air made even the stupidest green skin feel uneasy.
Just like Efilar said, the sea of ​​psychic energy is boiling, and the sense of existence of chaos is constantly increasing. War, death, conspiracy, plague, desire, these emotions all strengthen the influence of the evil on this world.
But it is inevitable.
Efilar thought that the range of psionic restlessness was only the Far South colony, but she was wrong, the psionic power of the whole world was boiling.
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