[Maggit Island]

[Temporary Ferry]

The attack of the Unionists was initiated by the cover of morning mist.

The Palatuns predicted this accurately.

The first punch of the Unionists did not hit the Bishop's Fort, but aimed at the ferry of the "rebels".

The Palathus also judged this.

So when the figures of the Union Provincial People appeared in the fog, the musketeers of the Baishan County Infantry Regiment, who had already been in place, did not rush to open fire, but waited patiently for the order.

Unlike the Paratus who charged into battle amid the slash of the sky, the United Provincial Infantry and Monta Infantry are in line with each other. They regard silence and discipline as the cornerstone of victory, and they will never scream and scream regardless of advancing or retreating on the battlefield.

Seeing the Union Provincial People moving forward quietly, the veterans of Baishan County behind their chests immediately realized that the group of muddy guys who came this morning were definitely not the new recruits last night.

In the silence, the distance between the two sides is getting shorter and shorter.

"It's too close," Bo Qiao, a new soldier, nervously reminded, "Lieutenant."

Alani Arthur shook his head gently.

Wait, keep waiting.

Sweat oozed out from Bocho's forehead, slipped down on his jaw, and smashed to pieces on the chest wall.

It was not until the outline of the United Provincial people was clearly visible, and even Bocho could see the dark red embers of the fuse wrapped around their wrists that the lieutenant's roar exploded in Bocho's ears.

"Open fire!"

The snare drum played a rapid drum beat, and the flags that had been used in the Battle of the Valley of the Sorrow were unfolded in the center of the position.

Bo Qiao cursed and pressed the launch rod, and shot a precise volley with his comrades.

Leads drew trajectories in the thick fog, like invisible spears, thrown towards the enemy's body.

Alani saw the vanguard at the forefront of the fox line of the United Provinces and fell without warning.

Within his field of vision, many enemies were stuck in their bodies and were "nailed" in place, but they still did not make any noise.

Until a sharp whistle sounded behind the fog wall.

The counterattack of the Unionists came immediately - a series of lead was splashed at the temporary ferry, and the wooden fences around the ferry were crackling.

Some leads passed through the gaps of the fence and flew towards the chest wall behind the fence, causing waves of soil on the chest wall.

Alani was confused by the sand and his eyes were blurred. He fell back to the ground, leaning against his chest, cursing, and shouting the name of the orderly soldier.

Sergeant Bocho was startled and hurriedly picked up the lieutenant. He found that the lieutenant was just blinded, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He handed the lieutenant to the orderly, picked up the tempering rope, roared and loaded the ammunition, and continued to shoot hatred projectiles at the Unionists.

The orderly officer hurriedly untied the kettle and helped the lieutenant clean his eyes.

The inability to look at things made Alanni so anxious that she was going crazy.

But at the same time, he was very glad that he rushed to the scene last night and repaired the fence around the temporary ferry. Otherwise, what would be splashing around now would not be lead and wood, but blood and flesh.

However, the next second, a crisp shattering sound came from the lieutenant's ear.

Alani, who had recovered his vision, turned his head and looked beside him. Bocho, who was still cursing the Unionist, had his skull lifted up. He lay on the ground, his head unnaturally leaned back, his eyes that had lost their spirits were wide open, and he stared straight into the sky.

Alani was just stunned for a moment, and Bocho's body was dragged away, and his yogurt-like brain objects flowed all over the floor, and another musketeer repaired it.

Alani stared at the fragments of the skull on the ground for half a second, then pushed the orderly and picked up Bocho's melee.

"Continue to fire!" Alanni yelled and pressed the reflector, "Kill them all!"

With the continuous shooting of both sides, gunpowder further obscured the battlefield vision.

The soldiers of Baishan County in the temporary ferry could hardly see the situation outside the fence and could only open fire blindly.

With the protection of smoke and fog, the Federation of Provincial Engineers approached the front of the fence.

A creepy blunt attack sounded, as if the Unionists were not cutting wood with an axe, but cutting the body of the position.

"Protect the fence!" Alani pulled out his sword and shouted anxiously.

The offensive and defensive battle around the temporary ferry immediately entered the most tragic stage of close combat.

The Palatus used all the weapons they could use and killed the UNOPS on the other side of the fence at any cost.

The Unionists are doing the same.

A soldier from Baishan County just stabbed a Unionist to death and was knocked down by muskets at the next moment.

The engineers of the United Provincial People were also constantly shot and killed at close range by the Palatou people.

The Bishops' fort in the distance also heard shouts of killing and gunshots. According to the original arrangement, the musketeers on the Bishops' fort should have attacked the flanks of the Unionists when the Unionists attacked the ferry.

But the fog was too strong. Although the distance between the Bishop's Fort and the Ferry was less than two hundred meters, they could not see each other's situation at all.

And judging from the sound, Bishop's Fort is also exchanging fire.

The isolated defender of the ferry crossing was forced out of the weapon at the bottom of the box on the first round - the iron shell grenade.

This weapon, provided by the Iron Peak County Arsenal, proved its power in the River Valley Village.

The soldiers of Baishan County who have accumulated a lot of practical experience are even better at using this weapon than the people of Tiefeng County.

They cut the grenade fuses to the point where they only have their fingers short, so that they do not give the enemy the chance to step on the fire. Some of the grenades with great skills and courage can even let the grenade explode in mid-air.

Faced with the fierce offensive of the United Provincial people, Alani Arthur and his grenades, like throwing stones, smashed iron shell grenades outside the fence.

The deafening explosions continued to sound, and the engineers from the United Provinces were blown away by blood.

The air waves rolled, and the remaining limbs were raised into the sky along with the soil. The mist was constantly pushed away, and there was constantly fresh and hot smoke burst out.

Finally, the people of the United Provinces could not withstand such tragic casualties and retreated around the fence.

In the fog, the dying moans were heard.

"Did you start calling too?" Alani's eyes were red, and shed tears, venting loudly at the indelible smoke, "United Province?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The answer to him was more than a dozen crystal clear glass jars.

Each jar is filled with pure colorless liquid, surrounded by flames, which appear from the fog, and passes elegant arcs in the air and fall into the fence.

"Do not!" Alani pulled away his subordinate who was breathing on his knees and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Liquid fire!!!"

Before he finished speaking, a liquid fire had fallen on the heads of a soldier in Baishan County who had not yet come back to his senses from the fight just now.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of shattering, the soldiers who were directly hit by the liquid fire instantly became firemen.

The soldiers who were swallowed by the flames rolled wildly on the ground, and screamed in their throats that made everyone present tremble.

The comrades next to him wanted to help him put out the fire, but the fire could not be put out, and his clothes were lit.

The liquid fire that lands elsewhere is like its name, flowing in all directions like liquid.

The open space behind the fence was quickly covered with flames, and there was no place to settle.

The scorching flames forced people to approach, and the soldiers of Baishan County rolled and crawled from the fire like they were escaping from the devil.

Alani rushed to the soldier who was engulfed by the liquid fire, quickly took off his coat, and was about to cover the soldier, but was dragged away by a force pulling his belt.

"Be careful! Lieutenant!" The orderly voice had changed rapidly, "It's coming again!"

More than a dozen jars flew out of the fog and shattered near the fence. The already broken south fence turned into a wall of fire in an instant.

However, the liquid fire of the Union Provincial People had not used up yet, and it was another round of throwing. This time the landing point seemed to be farther than the previous two times, and it was heading inside the position.

Alani realized that something was wrong, and he shouted like crazy, "Take the grenade away!"

But it was too late, and a liquid fire had fallen into the wooden box containing the grenades.

It seems that after a few breaths in a lifetime, dazzling fire burst out from the inside of the ferry.

The empty grenade box was blown away, the full grenade box was blown up, and the heavy grenade was pushed in all directions by the shock wave. Some did not explode, while others were ignited by the flames.

In the desperate gaze of Lieutenant Alani, the deadly red light burst out again.

...

Fifty meters away from the southeast of the temporary ferry, there is a completed temporary fortress.

The turret is made of a triangular wooden frame, simple but enough to withstand the firing of muskets.

The turret is about 250 meters away from Bishop's Fort, just in the position of the smoothbore gun without any accuracy, but within the effective range of the cannon.

The fort is only fifty meters away from the temporary ferry of the "rebels".

Setting up a cannon at such a short distance is almost like pushing the rebels' forehead with the muzzle.

Lieutenant Colonel William Lodweck listened with his eyes down and his head tilted, confirming that the continuous explosions were coming from the enemy's positions.

"What's going on?" Lieutenant Colonel Lodweck asked with a frown.

Lieutenant Colonel Montekukoli, who was commanding the cannon into the cannon, turned his head, thought for a while, and guessed with uncertainty, "Is it possible that the ammunition carriage exploded? If this is the case, we will be lucky."

"I never expect luck," said Lodweck coldly, "Lt. Col.."

"I used to be as confident as you, Lieutenant Colonel," Montekukoli narrowed his eyes and deliberately dragged the word Lieutenant Colonel for a long time. "But now I believe that luck is the most amazing skill."
To be continued...