MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 20 Boom boom!

Amid the roar of artillery, the imperial cavalry under the fortress attacked the forward position.

From the icy frozen soil, the tremor of trampling iron hoofs swept down like a wave of water; in the roar of war drums and the smoke, there were cavalry soldiers who maintained a tight line and stood in neat formations like a city wall with knives. They rushed towards the siege position in the face of their own artillery fire.

"It's the cuirassiers, there are almost three hundred people, they are heading towards..."

Looking at the billowing smoke and dust, Carl, whose voice was shaking, suddenly looked at Anson with unblinking eyes:

"They, they rushed towards our position!"

Anson looked at Carl, who was in a state of dismay, and then looked at the line soldiers lying in the trenches, as well as the refugees from Fort Thunder who had just "joined the army". All of them were pale and trembling, and an atmosphere of panic spread rapidly among them.

"Can't run away, can't run away..." Carl's lips kept trembling, staring at Anson eagerly:

"What should I do, my commander--if they break into the defense line, we'll be dead!"

The roar of the tremor was getting louder and louder, and the attacking imperial cuirassiers had entered the acceleration stage.

The fortifications in front of them had been blown up by artillery, and the earthen walls on the trenches had been torn apart; in front of the murderous imperial cavalry, there was nothing that could hinder their charge.

"Gather the army and concentrate the whole regiment towards the center of the defense line."

Looking at the "cavalry wall" that was getting closer and closer, An Sen's expression was also unprecedentedly solemn: "Organize two horizontal teams in units of companies, and use separate volleys to repel the enemy!"

"What if the enemy ignores us and rushes directly over?"

"It doesn't matter, it's important to defend our own position first!"

"What about these people?" Karl pointed to the trembling refugees in the trenches.

"Give them rifles with bayonets, but don't give them any bullets; find someone to haul that infantry gun over, it's better than nothing."

Anson picked up Lisa, who was still shivering on the ground, and handed it to Carl's arms: "Also, take her away!"

"Okay!"

Karl, who gritted his teeth, turned around immediately, squeezed out the crowd and ran away.

"The trumpeter, blow the trumpet!"

With the rifle behind him, Anson pulled out his saber and raised it above his head:

"All in place - gather the formation and spread out in two horizontal lines!"

The privates who received the order completed their assembly with the sound of the officers and bugles. Although they were still panicked, they quickly entered a state of preparation, and quickly loaded their ammunition with the sound of scolding orders.

And the "recruits" who were stuffed with rifles still huddled in a panic - the weapons were just for them to protect themselves, and they didn't expect to be able to rely on these people to defend their positions.

Looking down at Lisa, the little girl who was trembling with the sound of the cannon, Anson's attention returned to the cavalry on the opposite side.

400 meters...350...300...

Amid the roaring hoofs, the gradually accelerating imperial cuirassier stabbed the saber forward in a uniform manner!

Towards the siege position, launched a charge!

"All in place—"

The angry Anson raised his saber and slammed it down straight ahead:

"Three hundred meters - volley in columns, fire!"

Gunfire flashed in the gray-white gunpowder, accompanied by the sound of platoons of gunfire on the siege position. In the neat and uniform "cavalry wall", several cavalrymen screamed and fell from the saddle, disappearing in the smoke. No trace.

But this didn't stop the cavalry's charge, and even a little slowing down the opponent's attack speed like when facing the imperial phalanx.

The calm and calm imperial cavalry still accelerated their charge. In just two rounds of salvo, this unstoppable torrent had already rushed in front of Anson.

"Go on the bayonet—!!"

In the cries of all-out efforts, the line soldiers who raised their rifles slashed the bright bayonets forward in unison, like the phalanx of spears in the previous era, preparing to resist the charge of the cavalry.

But they all guessed wrong.

Just as the imposing "cavalry wall" was about to rush into the trench, the cavalry in the front row suddenly reined in their horses and turned around, while the cavalry in the rear row pulled out their carbine from their saddle.

"boom-!!"

The messy gunshots sounded, several soldiers were killed on the spot, and the twitching corpses fell into the mud pit; the charging imperial cavalry took turns in an orderly manner, and continuously opened fire on the positions that were no longer safe to defend.

Less than 30 meters away from the line of defense, the imperial cavalry who kept firing in rounds did not even need to charge, and the entire 1st Infantry Regiment's counterattack was forcibly suppressed by firepower alone.

In the chaos, there were constantly frightened refugees trying to escape, and overwhelmed soldiers trying to get up and fight back, but they became targets of the imperial cavalry.

The originally neat and orderly formation was instantly chaotic under the deterrence of the cavalry.

The weak firepower exposed the lack of strength of the 1st Corps. The imperial cavalry, who noticed this, immediately turned their horses, bypassed the front, and interspersed with the two wings of the forward position.

The trenches that are so narrow that they can barely cover, the fortifications that have been levelled by heavy artillery... The imperial cavalry is completely unmanned in the forward positions.

However, the imperial cavalry who passed through Anson's line of defense did not continue to charge, and there was no sign of dispersing the harassment; instead, the roaring hooves began to gather on his left and right flanks.

An Sen, who suddenly guessed something, widened his eyes in horror.

These imperial people... don't they want to harass the siege position, but plan to wipe out a siege force?

Is it just yourself? !

"Close the line of defense!"

Looking around Anson for a week, he shouted loudly:

"The first corps, assembled in a hollow square - array!"

Anson knew very well that he was in the enemy's arms by doing this. But failing to do so would make two hundred soldiers and himself a living target.

The only thing he can count on now is that this hastily formed hollow phalanx can withstand a round of imperial cavalry charges.

The bugle sounded again, and the panicked soldiers instinctively obeyed the order and gathered in the direction of Anson following the flag and the bugle.

But the imperial cavalry did not intend to give him this time. With a shout, the saber-wielding cavalry turned their horses and attacked the phalanx that was still hastily assembled.

Soldiers who were too late to gather, and refugees who fled in all directions, were trampled and crushed mercilessly by iron hooves.

The deafening neighs and roars of the warhorses charged from all directions like galloping waves.

Facing the oncoming cavalry, the line soldiers who maintained a tight formation side by side were bloodless, their hands holding their rifles were trembling constantly, and their eyes were full of fear as they looked ahead.

Standing in the center of the phalanx, Anson forced his composure and raised his rifle; his trembling pupils stared at the imperial cavalry that was about to rush to the front of the formation; he stared at the grinning face with his saber raised.

Then, pull the trigger.

"Boom!"

The moment the bullet flew out of the gun chamber, a shell that came from nowhere smashed into the line of cavalry charging.

Amid the loud noise of earth and rocks cracking, the three imperial cavalrymen were instantly knocked into the air by the air waves rolled up by the cannonballs, screaming and trampled over by the horses that did not come or stop behind them;

The imperial cavalry, who had been interrupted by the momentum of the charge, seemed to have hit an invisible wall and fell into a brief confusion.

"All in place—fire!"

Seizing the opportunity, Anson didn't have time to think about it, and gave an order decisively.

"boom-!!"

In the smoke of gunpowder in the sky, like thunder on the ground, countless gunfire was spewed out.

With a volley to the extreme, the imperial cavalry who were still charging instantly fell down an entire row.

In the wailing of people turning their backs on their horses, the Imperial cavalry, who had paid nearly a dozen casualties, rushed through the smoke and slammed into the hollow square of the First Corps.

"Maintain the formation and withstand them!"

At the moment of contact with the enemy, the battle between the two sides became incandescent.

In the melee, the imperial cavalry who were strangled into a group kept trying to break through, but in the face of a tight hollow phalanx, the huge size of the warhorse put the enemy cavalry at an absolute numerical disadvantage; the tactical and rigid line infantry, After a round of salvos, the bayonet in his hand is also difficult to hurt the imperial cavalry wearing the breastplate.

Some were decapitated by sabres, some were pierced through their necks by stray bullets, some were smashed into their chests by iron hoofs, and some were pierced through their torso by bayonets... The roar and the wailing alternated on the blood-splattered battlefield. The corpse fell down, and was quickly filled with people who were not completely dead behind him.

"boom-!"

Looking at the dark muzzle, the stunned cavalry was still clutching the saber, but found that he couldn't swing it; the blood spurting from his eyebrows dyed the world red the moment he fell.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time that Anson fell forward, a lead bullet stuck to his back, pulling the bullet and piercing the head of the charging horse.

The wailing warhorse neighed and threw the cavalry off its back; the cavalry with a carbine panicked and looked at the comrade-in-arms who had been killed by himself.

Gritting his teeth and gasping for breath, Anson stood up with his saber propped up.

With the "vision" that can see everything around him, he can indeed see all the enemies 360 degrees without any blind spots; but just "seeing" is far from enough to survive this melee.

What's more, God knows whether this extremely bizarre "power" has any side effects - the kind of pain that seems to be pierced through the skull by a bayonet, Anson really doesn't want to experience it a second time.

The howling cold wind hit from the side, An Sen, who gritted his teeth tightly, clenched the handle of the knife and swung to his side.

"Clang!"

The blood-stained blade blocked the sharp blade that was slashing towards the neck, and the pitch-black revolver muzzle directly pressed against the opponent's head.

Gunfire and gunpowder smoke spewed out from behind the shattered skull, and another imperial cavalry fell to the ground.

But this was not enough to reverse the decline of the First Corps.

The hollow phalanx formed by more than 200 people was smashed to pieces in front of the elite and fierce imperial cavalry; almost from the moment of contact with the enemy, everyone fell into a hard fight.

Even being able to persevere until this moment and still support it, without breaking down, can be regarded as an incredible miracle.

"Boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the cannonballs that flew from nowhere smashed into the queue of the imperial cavalry.

In the screams of people turning their backs on their backs, the first corps, which got a chance to breathe, quickly closed the front; the imperial cavalry, who tried a round of charge and failed to penetrate the phalanx, had to retreat while covering and shooting.

Facing the First Corps, which had not completely collapsed and could barely maintain the phalanx, the Imperial cavalry seemed to have fallen into some kind of indecision.

They believed that they could defeat the Clovis in front of them, but they would definitely have to pay a lot of casualties.

"Knights of the Empire!"

A loud roar sounded in the imperial army column, and a young cavalry wielding a saber rushed out of his team:

"Before today, it was the gang of sinful Clovis people in front of us who killed the noble Sir Louis Bernard! Let us, in the name of the Empire, report for our Paozer Louis..."

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, everyone only had time to see the whistling shadow, and the young cavalry who shouted angrily lost their heads.

In front of everyone's eyes, the headless corpse clutching the saber swayed twice on the horse's back and fell into the cold mud pit.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to the direction where the cannon sounded; but apart from the gunpowder smoke floating in the sky, there was nothing.

"Boom!"

There was another round of cannonballs, and the whistling shells precisely escaped the hollow square on one side, tearing an imperial cavalry man and horse to pieces.

Looking at Paoze, who was silently bombed to death, the imperial cavalry seemed to have finally made up their minds, quickly spread out their formations around, and detoured around the position of the first corps.

The surviving soldiers looked at the back of the enemy leaving, and at the corpses in front of them, in a trance as if everything was just an illusion.

Only An Sen stood there, staring thoughtfully in the direction where the cannon sounded just now.

At the same time, Carl Bain, who was hiding in the trenches of the defense line, leaned on the "Boom Cannon" behind him, and silently took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth , "clicking" with a match to strike the fire.

The little girl Lisa August beside her was lying on the gun port of the artillery, grinning excitedly and playing with it up and down, as if she was looking at her beloved doll. She was very cute.

But there was only a trace of fear in Carl's eyes when he looked at the little girl.

In his military career, which is neither short nor long, he has heard and seen all kinds of legends beyond imagination - the sharpshooter from 800 meters away, the cavalry charging in the hail of bullets, the stormtrooper with one enemy and a hundred, suspected of mastering A staff officer who controls the undead with black magic...

He basically didn't believe it.

And now I have to believe it.

Just now, he watched this "cute" little girl with his own eyes. With this "Pong Pong Cannon", which can only be filled with one pound (about 0.45 kg) shells, he abruptly defeated the 1st Corps that almost wiped out the entire corps. Imperial cavalry!

If this is only "very powerful", then "artillery headshot" can only be described as "horror"!

Thinking of the unimaginable bloodline power of a certain "Master Captain", Carl suddenly began to wonder if he was surrounded by a bunch of terrifying guys, and he was the only normal person who didn't know anything?

Thinking of this, Carl bit the cigarette holder and sighed hard.

"Oh, why are you looking at me?"

Lisa raised her head and looked at Carl curiously with innocent eyes.

"Oh, no, no... I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at it!"

Karl, who was breathing clouds and mist, desperately held down his trembling right hand, and patted the still-hot gun barrel, a smile appeared on his stiff face:

"I just sighed suddenly, this cannon came just in time!"