Chapter 316 Charge
Enemy everywhere.
They are everywhere.
An imperial soldier hurriedly took out the crystal ammunition from his waist bag, tremblingly stuffed it into the gun chamber, poured in the catalyst and finished loading.
He suddenly saw a wounded soldier in white military uniform lying on the side of the road, with obvious bayonet marks on his chest.
There is no need for prisoners. Keeping so many prisoners will only waste the rations delivered by the army from the side of the portal. The imperial soldiers don't understand this, but they know: if one person eats more, the others will eat less.
They obviously finished this battle very beautifully, and they only need to cross this camp and take one step forward.
They can reach the rich land of this world.
"Stand up! Hold your ground!"
The roar of the supervisor came from behind the temporary barricade. He angrily asked each soldier to resist the enemy and they must hold their posts.
"Everyone, stand on the defense line! We will be saved as long as the follow-up support troops arrive."
The imperial soldiers held their fully loaded weapons in their arms, and their eyes fell on the so-called "defense line" of the supervisor.
A simple fortification made of wooden materials and troll corpses. Further away from the fortifications, less than ten meters away from them, a group of gray shadows were looming in the firelight.
Their weapons can penetrate light bunkers and medium armor. The 12mm full-power projectile can easily penetrate the bunkers built by the invaders with simple wooden houses.
The projectiles will roll and break into an inverted cone of lead bullets on the other side of the bunker, forming a very close-range fragmentation shotgun kill.
A dozen mutilated corpses and the dark holes in the fortifications are the best proof of the weapons in the hands of the gray-clothed soldiers. The fortifications that can withstand the shooting of magic rifles and crossbows cannot stop the guns in the hands of the gray-clothed soldiers.
The penetration and physical killing performance of the magic rifles are converted into stronger elemental killing capabilities, killing and collateral damage to unarmored targets.
These advantages are compressed to the extreme in extremely close-range combat, and the magic rifles have a slower firing rate than normal rifles and weaker penetration.
The imperial soldiers were suppressed by the fierce and accurate firepower of the gray-clothed soldiers in the medium and close-range combat.
The imperial soldiers focused their eyes on the other soldiers beside them. They all leaned against the earth slope closest to them, fearing that they would be killed by the bullets that penetrated the defense line like the corpses on the ground.
At the end of the broken temporary defense line, the caster holding the crystal blue and silver-white scepter leaned against the back of the building as embarrassed as them. The handsome face showed the same panic and helplessness as the imperial soldiers, and the originally exquisite armor had three dark dents.
The armor on the elven spellcaster helped him block three lead bullets aimed at his torso. These three lead bullets exhausted the energy of the rune armor, turning it into exquisite scrap iron.
The imperial soldier could vaguely hear him muttering, 'I shouldn't agree... What they said is true. '
It was the existence of this spellcaster that prevented the gray soldiers from launching a decisive attack.
The gray soldiers were observing and waiting.
The imperial soldier touched the bayonet hanging on his waist, gritted his teeth, and put it on the front end of the barrel of the magic rifle in his hand.
This way, at least he still had a glimmer of hope when facing the enemy's charge...
As long as they launched an attack.
The sackcloth-wrapped sack fell from the sky and landed in the simple fortifications used by the imperial soldiers as a defense line. The burning fuse drew a deadly white track in the air.
Not one, but two identical sacks.
The imperial soldier looked at the sack that fell in front of him, and the smell of the burning fuse mixed with the smell of the surrounding houses being burned. The pungent and unpleasant smell mixed into his nasal cavity, irritating the imperial soldier's throat.
The next moment, the fuse burned out.
The blazing flames completely destroyed the crumbling defense line with the smoke and dust, and the shock wave swept the remains and mud to crush everything around.
Grenadiers.
They lacked sufficient knowledge of this infantry unit that used explosives at close range.
"The enemy's fortifications have been completely destroyed, the road has been cleared, and the steam spider can enter an offensive posture."
The officer set his eyes on the grenadiers who were quietly crawling down from the enemy's defense line not far away. He nodded to the adjutant beside him and gave orders in a voice that every soldier could hear.
"Everyone put on bayonets and prepare to charge."
They raised their rifles, took out the bayonets from their waists and put them on the front of the rifles.
In the shadows, the fully prepared steam spider raised its body and stretched out its mechanical joints. The high-speed steam engine was accumulating heat for its steam spewing, and the rotating gears switched itself to the most suitable assault posture for charging.
The explosives used by the grenadiers cleared a path for the steam spider to move forward. The soldiers only needed to follow behind the steam spider's heavily armored body and move forward with it as in the drill.
The steam spider's charge was swift and fast, and the infantry had to charge with all their strength if they wanted to accompany the attack without being out of touch.
The human posture kept up with the pace of the construct's advance.
Charge.
The roaring iron creations overwhelmed the remaining fortifications, and the colorless superheated steam formed an arc of flames that engulfed all creatures in its way, whether they were flesh and blood holding magic rifles or high elves wielding arcane magic.
The scorching steam ignored all defenses as it spread and penetrated, destroying the original functions of biological tissues with high temperatures.
Then the gray army stretched out the edge of the bayonet and completed the final finishing work.
