In the understanding of Botong Warren, the only way to win is to shoot later than the enemy. Although he is considered a veteran compared to his comrades beside him, his veteran qualifications are limited to the limited military training and education he received during the Second Militia Division. Baotong Warren only knows a rough idea of ​​the various complex changes in the queuing shooting tactics. The only thing he remembers is the iron rule given to them by the instructors.

The queuing and shooting tactics. If the weapons of both sides have similar ranges, you must play with the enemy and shoot to win.

"Everyone listens to the drums behind you! Don't be afraid! We have to shoot later than the enemy!!"

The third time he emphasized what he remembered, Baotong Warren clamped his Glory Steam Ring with one hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other. Although the day was almost over, the weather was almost evening, it was not much cooler.

On the opposite side, the enemy in red clothes was clearly visible. Compared to his thin formation, an enemy line with division power was invested in one attack, which looked so strong and indestructible.

The sound of drums in the air became a little more impatient. Baotong Warren put the enemy into his aiming ring, and then compared it with the two scales on the ring, knowing that the opponent had entered his shooting range. However, the enemy did not intend to shoot, and their intentions were obvious and easy to guess. They were also waiting for Elena's sniper troops to shoot first.

If only there was a steam machine gun.

Baotong Warren himself had only seen steam machine guns several times from afar. The powerful weapon completely refreshed his understanding of war, made him realize Elena's power, and strengthened his confidence in Elena. However, not long ago, Baotong Warren was still watching those steam machine guns destroying the shooting range, but he could not imagine that one day he would fight with a group of untrained recruits without a steam machine gun.

"You can't shoot, you can't shoot, you can't shoot..."

The warrior walking beside Botong Warren was whispering and repeating the same words without counting. Botong Warren, who was a little distracted just now, was suddenly shocked and found that there was only about eighty meters between his own queue and the enemy queue. At this distance, the weapons of both sides could almost exert most of the power. After a round of shooting, the opponent would have to lie down to 10% to 20% of the enemy. However, under such temptation, no one was shooting either his own warrior or the soldiers on the opposite side.

"You can't shoot, you can't shoot, you can't shoot..."

The warrior was still repeating the words like spells. Although the sound was not loud, it sounded along with the drums that controlled the rhythm, which made Baotong feel a little depressed. His left hand holding the glory rifle was covered in sweat. Holding the gun handle, the index finger that was holding the trigger was even stiffer like a stone.

Why not shoot?

Why not shoot?

Those who will die will die will die!

Baotong was roaring inside, and the distance between the two sides was still shortening, and it had approached a very dangerous number. Outside that distance, the hit rate of everyone's first round of shooting will continue to increase as the distance between the two sides approaches. Within that distance, what the team that fired the shots later would get will be far less than what they lost.

Why not shoot yet!

"Bang bang!"

The rapid drum sounded almost indiscriminately. The soldiers on both sides who were getting closer suddenly tightened their right hands, and the bullets in their hands had already shot out. In the blink of an eye, the soldiers beside Baotong fell down. He looked at the opposite side and found that the situation on the opposite side was similar to that on his side.

For a moment, screams and moans kept coming.

However, the shooting continued.

The soldiers in the second row shot bullets in their hands at the opposite side without any pauses, while the soldiers on the opposite side did the same thing as if they were looking in the mirror. The only difference is that the soldiers of the Fourth Militia Division where Baotong is located were slightly flustered and distracted, while the enemy soldiers looked more serious and standardized.

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The drums and gunshots sounded one after another, and Baotong had already retreated to the back and charged. He was busy poking his lead bullet with a poke stick, but he couldn't poke it in. He raised his hand in a hurry to wipe his sweat, but found that at some point the hands were covered in blood.

"I'm shot?"

Baotong looked at his abdomen with a little slowness, where a small red hole was flowing outwards with blood.

"Don't it hurt?"

Baotong subconsciously had this question, but no one would answer the questions in his heart. Around him, everyone was fighting for Ailena and the enemy. In the air, the constant drum sounds became more and more rapid and depressing.

Baotong finally completed the loading. At this time, the soldiers beside him had already lost their formation. Everyone stood in a slightly curved wall of people, some lowered their heads to load, and some raised their guns to shoot. Without careful distinction, they could not even distinguish their positions.

"Kill!!!!!!"

Seeing that the distance was close enough, the enemy on the opposite side rushed over after another shot. Baotong looked at his companion beside him and suddenly realized that his life and death and Ailena's life and death were all pressing on this small battle.

"Kill!!!"

Baotong shouted, raising the big knife on his back and rushed forward. His abdomen hurt slightly, but he didn't mind. In his entire field of vision, there were only the enemies roaring and rushing towards him.

Their clothes are as bloody as blood.

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While Botton Warren and his companions were fighting for Elena, the army of the Negru Republic appeared west of the Willow River, in front of the position that Elena was building. They gathered about one kilometer in front of the position, camped, and then sent scouts to start reconnaissance of the surrounding terrain and expand the control area. The soldiers guarding the defense line on the west bank of the Willow River could roughly see the enemy's movements.

"Hurry, hurry up, don't use any stone and wooden stakes. Just pile up sandbags for me, just pile them up!!!"

Garron Warren walked along a chest wall defense line that was working. In front of him, busy soldiers were using their last time to build defense lines. Because of the tight time, the iron shield defense line composed of wooden stakes, filled with stones, and movable iron plates was not too late to build. Garron Warren and his comrades had to adopt a simple method of urgently reading the rules, using sandbags and gravel to first pile up a half-man-high fortification to talk about defense. However, the enemy arrived too fast and they could not even complete such defense.

"Can such fortification work work?"

During Carribe Warren's absence, Becken Warren, who succeeded him in managing the first militia division, walked beside Garrons, with a little uncertain tone, "How to protect the upper body if you only use sandbags?"

"High the fortifications, just make do..." Garrons was not particularly satisfied with this urgent fortification. However, neither time nor the enemy would allow him to build more complete and stronger fortifications. He and Becken Warren walked along the fortifications. Some of the soldiers who were building the fortifications recognized them and gave way to the road to salute. Some were still working. Garrons helped a soldier pile up sandbags on fortifications before turning around and continuing to talk to Becken Warren.

"There is no news after Kalaibo goes to the Xinshan Pass, and he doesn't know how it is going on there."

"He didn't take us there. He was probably not easy to do things when he went there alone. The one who stayed there is still your Ninth Group, and I don't know if I can handle Elliot."

"Isel is not afraid of death, but not very delicate. Carribe went to help him, so we can deal with the enemies here more with peace of mind."

As the commander of the Second Militia Division, Garrons still has a basic understanding of the personalities and abilities of the nine regiment commanders under his command. In his opinion, if Caribbet and Issel can cooperate, Prince Eliot will not have any problems as long as he does not use force.

"The enemy won't attack today, right? I see that their steam cannons have not come."

Becken had no doubt about Garrons' judgment. He turned his head to look at the busy positions of the enemy in the distance and began to talk about the current situation.

"It's very likely, and it's almost dark now, and it's dark to fight, it's not a good thing for them or us."

Garance's answer was not loud. He had already had a preliminary idea of ​​how to guard the west side of the river bay for as long as possible, just one word, drag. The enemy now needs to clean up the camp and control the surrounding open areas. He is very busy and should not remember to attack them for a while. What they have to do is to use this time to build as many fortifications as possible to improve the combat effectiveness of the army.

Hearing Garrons' words, Becken nodded slightly. His judgment was the same as Garrons. The enemy should wait until their killer steam cannons are in place and launch an attack tomorrow. What he needs to do is to resist and kill the enemy as much as possible and withdraw back to the east bank of the river as quickly as possible.

However, the actions of the Negro Republic's army once again exceeded the judgment of Garrons and Beken. Just as Garrons and Beken completed the inspection of the fortifications under construction, the Negro army, which had not yet been placed in the distance, began to assemble again.

"Combat preparation! Array defense! Everyone inflates the rifle! Be careful of the enemy's attack!!!"

After discovering the enemy's actions, shouts of fighting preparations on one's own positions were heard one after another. The soldiers of the First Militia Division and the Second Militia Division who retreated from the Luoshan intersection began to line up after just building less than half of the defense line. In the sky above their heads, the dazzling sunlight was gradually becoming gentle.

It was already evening and the battle was not over.

In less than twenty minutes, the enemy's vanguard troops completed the assembly and began to blow the bagpipes. This aggravated the tension of Elena. You should know that those who stayed on the position now were all soldiers who fought at the Luoshan intersection for four days and had almost no rest. After they arrived at the west side of the river, they first helped the farmers evacuate and built the construction site, and there was basically no time to rest. It was difficult for such extremely tired soldiers to prepare for battle again. Even if the enemy's steam cannons did not arrive, the two sides would also fight to line up and shoot them, and Elena's troops would have no chance of winning.

"They started moving forward..."

Standing on the platform where more than a dozen boxes were built, Garrons fed back the information he saw to Becken. Becken nodded and asked the irrelevant people to retreat to the east side of the river. According to their plan, the position on the west side of the river did not need to be guarded for a long time. If he could drag the other party for a day, he would drag the other party for a day. If he could drag the other party for a long time, he would drag the other party for a long time.

From the perspective of Garrons, the Nigrus soldiers in blue dress turned into an irrecognizable brown color in the evening sunlight. They stepped on the empty flute and approached Elena's river bay position step by step.

“How many people are there?”

Bacon climbed up and sat on the edge of a box, "The enemy is so anxious to launch an attack, the number of people should not be large. Is it possible for us to fight back?"

"About a division, I haven't seen the military flag before. It's not the 19th, 20th, and 21st Army who have been fighting with us, but they should be their 22nd Army."

"It's good if there are too many people. You can fight on a rotating battle. This division should be a full-time division. And this time, there hasn't been a war yet. Both the mental state and desire to fight are good." Becken frowned, "If this continues, it's hard for us to fight."

"Well, the people that the first and second divisions can fight now are the strength of the same division, and many soldiers are still very tired. But we don't have to fight here to kill them. Fight and kill their living forces, then retreat to the east side of the river bay and drag them with them. When the chairman comes back, we are letting the enemy know what depression is."

Garrons has always been silent about the chairman's eastward direction, and this is the first time he has taken the initiative to talk to Becken. As a loyal user of Gastens, Becken became interested when he heard about the chairman's news. He approached Garrons and asked in a low voice.

"When will the Chairman come back?"

"I don't know," Garrons shook his head, "But I will definitely come back, and it should be soon. When the Chairman comes back, we will make these Niglu bastards who dare to attack Elena while the Chairman is not here to look good!"

"Yeah! Kill them all!"

Becken's voice became louder unconsciously, but was immediately drowned by the louder drums in the air. In front of the two, the first formation of soldiers on both sides had already begun to fight.

The gunshots were like a sudden rain, and they were heard.

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"Is it a fight again?"

In the office of Eilena's First Factory, Daisy raised her head and looked in the direction of the river bay. She always felt that she had heard gunshots, but the distance from Willow River bay to the First Factory was not enough for her to hear any sound. In her sight, there was only the sunset in the sky on the west side, like a blood-colored rainbow, hanging in the sky.

"I don't know, but our spies said that the enemy was marching at the fastest speed. If they insisted on attacking continuously while we were not prepared enough, it would be possible to continue fighting tonight."

While packing up what he had at hand, Sink looked at Daisy, "Daisy, do you want to prepare too. The situation at Xinshan Pass is very bad. The 9th Regiment of the Fourth Division has disappeared after encountering the enemy. The spy said that their troops are still marching towards Elena quickly. Our troops on the east side are not enough to organize an effective sniper battle, and we don't have much time left."

"I know."

Daisy responded softly, remained silent for a while, and cursed again.

"Fuck Elliot!"

"The boss said early in the morning that we cannot believe in feudal forces, and we must always prepare for the alliance with them. We have always known that we did not expect that something happened at the critical moment of the attack of the Niglu Republic..."

Sink frowned, and the strength in his hands also increased a little. "After this disaster, we must settle accounts with the Gibsons."

“Required.”

Daisy took her eyes back from the sunset that dyed the sky red, and turned around and went out.

"I'll go back and get some stuff and come to clean up later."

"good."

Sink put the last stack of meeting minutes into the box, glanced at the conference room that witnessed the founding of the Communist Party, sighed softly, and closed the door.
Chapter completed!