At this moment, Sylvie, his face covered in mud, was holding a musket and leading a group of soldiers to hide behind a shoal. The sound of bullets kept ringing out all around them. Sylvie looked anxious because the bullets were coming from multiple directions.
"Sir, the enemy troops have spread out, and it's difficult for us to stop their attack!" the deputy, who had been shot in the shoulder, said with a pained expression.
"I don't care about anything else! Shoot anyone you see!" Sylvie said fiercely.
He was well aware of the dire situation he was in. The enemy launched an attack with concentrated artillery fire, and after several hours of bombardment, they launched a surprise attack in the form of small detachments. These combat detachments came from all directions, and the multi-point attack made it very difficult for his side to defend. With no other choice, Sylvie had to order his soldiers to disperse and use cover to launch a counterattack.
However, the counterattack did not go smoothly. After losing the linear formation of firing in unison, the scattered firing method made the bullets fired by the soldiers have a very low hit rate.
The mountainous terrain was already fraught with obstacles, and the sparse bullets made it even harder to inflict effective damage. However, the enemy possessed a superior burst fire capability compared to their own, and they were entrenched in various locations, constantly launching precise shots from behind cover, which caused their soldiers to be quickly taken down.
As casualties mounted and the position gradually fell, Sylvie was frantic with worry. This sudden attack by the enemy was far too unexpected. He could only surmise that the enemy had already reached this point but had not yet launched an attack.
Or perhaps, it was Tachino's action that allowed the enemy lurking in the mountains to pinpoint their exact location.
Thinking of Tachino, Sylvie gritted his teeth, his anger surging within him.
At the start of the shelling, Tachino fled into the jungle like a madman, carrying his gun, and his fate is now unknown.
"You'd better be dead, you bastard!" Sylvie cursed inwardly.
"Puff puff puff!"
Just then, several bullets struck the earthen slope, kicking up a cloud of dirt. Sylvie's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly dodged to the side.
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