In order to capture Strongwood, the commander of the Sixth Army, Joe McPherley, invested four divisions in this battlefield, the First Division, the Second Division and the Fourth Division, and the Third Division as reserves, were placed southwest of Strongwood by him. The three first-line divisions lined up north by the Lufenin River, and each of them had a border area of ​​about two hundred meters. Considering that the cavalry of the Principal of Toulucas had only three regiments in total, and two regiments were still crippled in the battles of the Twin Cities in Lorraine and Rennes, Joe McPherley did not concentrate the use of the cavalry in his hands, but delegated the right to use the troops to the commanders of each division. As long as they could attack Strongwood before sunset according to the scheduled plan, Joe McPherley did not mind their tactics.

This order gave the Fourth Division the largest space to deploy. According to the Legion's command, the Fourth Division unfolded next to the Lufenin River. The division commander Danny Carey placed the cavalry regiment in his hand at the junction with the Second Division to facilitate mutual echo. For the other eight infantry regiments, he arranged a rectangular loose array in the order of the front and back four, intending to experiment with Gastenth's platoon tactics in this battle.

The first regiment where Gastenth was located was placed on the front line by Danny Carey. Unlike other regiments, the first regiment's suicide squad had a survival rate of more than 50% because of Gastenth's tactics, and it was the highest survival rate among the nine regiments of the 4th Division. Due to the tight marching time, the new suicide squad was not sent in time in the rear. Danny Carey had to put the remaining suicide squads of the two regiments together and put them in the front of the team as the first cannon fodder to launch the charge. Gastenth was unable to use the steam spear due to an arm injury. At the strong request of Danny Carey and Charlotte Fendley, the commander of the first regiment, as one of the new tactics, he stood in front of the regular army and the end of the suicide squad.

"Captain, we have no problem this time?"

The one who was responsible for playing drums and controlling the rhythm with Gastens was Sink Warren, the serf who killed his landlord. Like Gastens, he stood in front of the regular army of the First Regiment in a grey uniform. The Lufenin River flowed through their right hand, and the gurgled sound was heard.

"No problem, this is a tactic that leads one generation. As long as everyone can implement it firmly, there is absolutely no problem!"

Gastenth said it was certain that he believed in the rich war experience of the earth and his own judgment. Wherever his sight was the troops that the enemy had gathered. They were yellow waves and waves. The enemy was silent and solidified, as if something was brewing.

"These stool guys seem to want to fight a tough battle, boss?"

"This is their capital. If the country loses, it will be gone. If they don't fight, what else can they do?"

Gastenth did not have too many questions about the enemy's vigorous fighting will. He touched the whistle hanging around his neck, looked at the drum placed in front of Sinke, reached out to touch the rough drum face, and told Sinke.

"When you play the drum later, follow our previous training. Do you understand? Your drum sound controls the pace of the whole group. You must pay attention to the rhythm, not too fast, and not be messy!"

"Don't worry, boss, although I'm illiterate, I'm very good at counting. When I helped our landlord herd sheep..."

Sink was flirted by Gastenth and began to talk nonstop, which was his unconscious expression when he was nervous. Gastenth looked at the suicide squad in front of him with some concern. In the gray wave, Ivan's tall body could be identified at a glance. According to Gastenth's instructions, Ivan was responsible for commanding the 19th suicide squad when Gastenth was away. Like Gastenth, he liked to stand in front when charging.

A loud noise came from afar.

"Qu——"

Gastenth whistled, and the first two rows of four combat regiments on the front line raised their guns together, pressed the steam valve down with their elbows, and began to inflate the steam rifle's cylinders.

"Bang!Bang!"

Sinke beat the drum in front of him, and the low drum sound spread far from the battlefield. The drum sound not only attracted the attention of the enemy opposite, but also attracted the attention of friendly troops. In the previous training and exercises of the Sixth Legion, there was no precedent for using drum sound to control combat. The Second Division, which was lined up on the left side of the Fourth Division, cast a lot of attention on the drum sound.

The soldiers of the Fourth Division, who had entered the combat state, no longer had the energy to consider other people's eyes. They waited for the first and second rows to walk out about fifty meters before the third and fourth rows began to move forward. This was also the advice Gastenth gave to the division commander Danny Carey. Within the effective range of fifty meters, the combat teams in each two rows should be widened so that when the first row catches the enemy and suffers all casualties and loses combat power, the third and fourth rows can use neat volley guns to maximize the lethality of the volley gun tactics.

The Seventh Cavalry Regiment of the Third Brigade, whose positions are in the middle of the Fourth Division and the Second Division, has begun to charge. There are no cavalry opposite them, only a large number of infantry holding long poles and spears. The cavalry of Tulucas is only one regiment, which is placed directly behind the battlefield. It seems that they are planning to serve as a reserve. As the defensive party, they have the conditions to use infantry phalanx to fight against the cavalry.

Gastens stared at his brothers. In the gray waves, it was difficult for him to tell which suicide squad members were under his command. He could only stare at the figure half a head higher than others, and silently calculate the distance between the two sides in his heart.

"Bang!Bang!"

The sound of Sink's drums continued, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Not only was the Fourth Division moving forward at the rhythm of the drums, but even their enemies were somewhat affected by the sound of the drums. Gastenth stared at the distance between the two sides, and when it was about sixty meters, he blew the second whistle.

"brush--"

Almost uniformly, the suicide squad members who rushed to the front lined up and leveled the steam rifles in their hands. They stood densely in four rows, fifty meters behind them, were soldiers of the regular army of the Fourth Division, and they also stopped in two rows and in one group.

It's about to start.

The yellowish soldiers on the opposite side did not hesitate. They began to shoot arrows, howl, and wave the long sword in their hands. As Gastenth expected, Tulucas' soldiers were not equipped with steam rifles, relying on cold weapons and bows to fight steam weapons. Coupled with advanced platoon tactics, Gastenth did not feel that he had the possibility of losing.

"Qu——"

With the third whistle, the yellowish soldiers who rushed to the fifty-meter shooting area saw the hideous face of the gun volleyball tactics for the first time. As the suicide squads pulled the trigger together, after a burst of dense gunfire, the yellowish soldiers fell down one after another.

Unlike the first time that they used the volleyball tactics on their own suicide squads, this time, all the 4th Division's suicide squads were using this tactic. They stood in four rows, and the members in the first two rows repeated the process of firing and loading guns. The soldiers in the second two rows watched as one of the companions in front was knocked down and stood on their way to take over the companions. They were also responsible for the task of rushing over to approach the enemy on the defense line. This is a new tactic tailor-made for the suicide squads. It can reduce the difficulty of training while increasing the combat effectiveness of the suicide squads.

At this time, the other two divisions had entered a stage of close combat with the enemy. On the 4th Division, the front line of the suicide squad was used as the city wall to build a dazzling dead line of flesh and blood on the battlefield. In less than ten minutes, the enemy had already dropped more than one hundred corpses in front of this line. Although more people continued to rush through the last fifty meters and rushed into the suicide squad crowd, causing some disturbance to the front line. But overall, this front line showed amazing lethality.

"We're done!"

Sink shouted in a loud voice. His words were heard by the soldiers beside him. The soldiers in red dresses competed for Gastenth and Sink, two death squad soldiers in gray dresses, and continued to move forward.

The battle continues, and the reduction of the suicide squad is becoming more and more obvious. The training time for the volleyball tactics is limited, and the distance of less than 50 meters does not completely block the enemy's counterattack. However, Gastens could roughly see that those yellow waves were no longer as firm as before.

Keep going, keep going like this.

The turn happened at a moment. At some point, just as the formation of the suicide squad was about to be broken through, the enemy howled. The yellowish soldiers fighting the Fourth Division gave up the charge and turned around to start running back. The suicide squads in the front row were already red-eyed at this time. They threw down their steam backpacks, raised their scimitars and rushed up to chase the enemy.

"Don't chase!!! Keep the formation!!!"

Gastenth was anxious in an instant. The foundation of the queuing tactics lies in formation. If there is no formation, then there is no essential difference between them and the enemy. But his position is too far behind and his voice is too small, and no one can hear his voice. Only Ivan and the members of the Old 19 Suicide Squad are still maintaining the formation of shooting.

"Continue to beat the drum! Promote!"

Gastenth turned his head and told Sink. The drums sounded again, and the regular troops who had already formed the formation began to advance. In front of them, there were a chaotic suicide squad and enemy troops. If the situation continued like this, as long as the enemy's formation completely collapsed, the Fourth Division could open a gap from the opposite side and attack Strongwood.

However, the yellowish-colored soldiers seemed to hope that the formation would collapse more than here. They quickly fled and gave up a large area of ​​open space. Immediately afterwards, a musical instrument sounded opposite the Fourth Division.

The sound made Gastenth nervous. He vaguely remembered that he had heard it, but he could not remember it. His suicide squad was still charging, and a straggler belt was pulled out on the banks of the Lufenin River. Behind the straggler belt was a small array of gun platoons formed by soldiers of the 19th suicide straggler. Then, there were red regular troops, arranged in neat formations and advanced with the drum beats.

The enemy's yellow soldiers were still retreating, and the new sound seemed to have no effect on them. While Gastenth was puzzled, he suddenly found a dim metallic light appeared behind the enemy's yellow soldiers. The situation was like the black reef emerging from the yellow waves retreating towards the back, silent and hard.

That is the armored lancer! The elite force of the Republic of Negru!

Gastens finally remembered the sound, which was the empty flute of the Negro Republic, a long and ethereal instrument. And those black reefs were the arms that the Negro Republic should have appeared in batches in the great war. They were wearing thin plate armor, but were enough to resist the armored spearmen of the Type 27 rifle bullets!

More than 800 years later, are the armies of the two major countries finally meeting on the battlefield?

The suicide squads who were charging did not see the identity of the enemy. They howled and charged, but did not see the silent reefs beginning to follow the sound of the hollow flute, with the same neat steps. Their steam backpacks were different from Ankenrien, and they were smaller, and the steam rifles in their hands were also different in shape. Gastenth watched them move forward while picking up the steam rifles and pulling the trigger at the gray suicide squads all over the ground.

The gunfire sounded even louder than the Type 27 rifle, and the suicide squads who were charging fell to the ground. In order to catch up with the deserters on the other side, many of them threw down their steam backpacks. Now they leaned on a scimitar to fight against the enemy's armored spearmen, which was obviously alive. Gastenth felt that in just a blink of an eye, his own suicide squads, which had just been covered with the ground, had disappeared on the battlefield.

The sound of the empty flute continued, and the black reef was still advancing. And directly ahead of the reef was the thin line of gun volleyball formed by the 19th suicide squad and the regular army of the Fourth Division behind.

No, no, no!!!

Gastens could still see Ivan's tall body. He wanted to call back his brothers. Gastens, who had fought with these armored spearmen in the great war, knew the terror of the other party. But this was the battlefield, and except for the division commander and regiment commander, he was not qualified to command the troops. He could only grit his teeth and look at the two groups of troops that were about to come into contact.

"Qu——"

Even so, Gastenth did not forget his responsibility for command. His whistle was only sixty meters away from both sides. The 19th Suicide Squad picked up the gun. As long as Gastenth's next whistle sounded, they would use the weapons in their hands to prove their bravery.

The sound of the empty flute that filled the battlefield suddenly turned around. The reefs kept moving forward, leveled their guns, and pulled the trigger faster than the 19th Suicide Squad. After the gunshot, the 19th Suicide Squad fell halfway.

The enemy's weapons are more advanced! The range and power are more advanced!

Gastenth groaned silently in pain. He blew the whistle hard, wishing to bite off the whistle's handle. The 19th Death Squad, which was still standing on the battlefield, fired, and the gunshots were crisper than the opponent. However, after the gunshot, the enemy's formation could not be seen. Small lead bullets equipped with Type 27 rifles could not break through the opponent's defense of the plate armor, and most of the bullets were bounced off on the dark armor. A small hit could not stop the reefs from advancing or destroying their formation.

"Boss..."

Gastenth heard Sink's moan. With his current position, he could not react at all. He watched the enemy shoot for the second time. This time, the small line of the 19th Suicide Squad finally disappeared from the battlefield.

"Boss!!!"

Sink's voice cried. Gastenth stared at the black soldiers in the distance, his lips bleeded. He turned his head and shouted fiercely at Sink.

"You fucking beat the drum for me!!!!"
Chapter completed!