"Charge! Capture the stronghold!"
"quick!!"
The Yan army cavalry charged across the battlefield engulfed in flames, shouting incessantly, while the main force of infantry advanced in skirmish lines from all directions toward the Gothic fortresses.
Despite the bombing that had been going on for several hours, these bunkers and fortresses remained standing and had become the most difficult strongholds for the Yan army to conquer. Because the Heinrich military base was close to the Enzos Mountains, the Goths used red sandstone mined from the mountains as building materials when the base was built. This red sandstone was not only hard but also resistant to erosion, making it an excellent military building material.
For this reason, the fortifications here are far more robust than those in the harbor. It is only because of the great difficulty of transportation that they have not been widely used in military fortresses throughout the territory. However, the Holy City of Salivia, as the core of the Delta Federation, has its city walls, the "Wall of Saint Marin", which are all constructed of red sandstone.
Construction of the Wall of Saint Marín began before von Palen ascended the throne, and it was not until nine years after von Palen's coronation that the Wall of Saint Marín, which encircles the entire city of Salvia, was finally completed. It was a massive project that took more than a decade and involved a huge amount of manpower and resources. This protective wall became the strongest defensive barrier for Salvia. It was named "Saint Marín" because the goddess Saint Marín symbolizes "protection" and "peace".
Now, the dark red color on the outer wall of the bunker, built with the same material, has gradually been stained brighter by the blood flowing down from above.
"Bang bang bang!"
Dark red sand and gravel flew out, and in front of the bunker's firing window, Golt soldiers were already hit by stray bullets and fell in front of the window. The people inside didn't care about anything else and directly pulled down their dead comrades and took over firing at the Yan soldiers below.
Contained in a sturdy bunker, and with the enemy positioned above them, the Golgar soldiers held a significant advantage. However, no one was happy, for they faced an overwhelming number of enemies who surged in from all directions, seeking every opening to launch a powerful attack. Dense bullets pounded against the bunker windows.
Every time they reloaded their bullets, they would see the Flame Soldiers advance a considerable distance, which made the soldiers increasingly panicked, and they could only yell at the artillerymen to fire the cannons quickly.
The artillerymen did indeed try their best, with ample ammunition and a considerable number of artillery pieces, but the enemy's scattered positions made it difficult for their shells to maximize their power.
Finally, as more and more Flame Soldiers approached the bunker and were about to rush in, the defenders had no choice but to use their last resort: barrels filled with flammable oil were thrown down. The barrels shattered upon hitting the ground, and the Golgar soldiers quickly threw down their torches.
With a "whoosh"!
Instantly, a raging fire spread below, and the attacking Yan soldiers were burned beyond recognition, causing the soldiers inside the bunker to burst into maniacal laughter.
However, the maniacal laughter did not last long. In areas untouched by the flames, more fire soldiers were relentlessly killing the Golt soldiers outside the bunker, which was now engulfed in flames and had its retreat blocked.
The smoke of battle continued to spread across the battlefield, growing thicker and thicker instead of dissipating. From this thick smoke, the soldiers inside the bunkers could see more and more enemies appearing in the smoke.
The large-scale casualties did not seem to have much of an impact on them, the fierce flames did not deter them, and the corpses scattered all over the ground did not make them stop for even a second.
“What are we fighting…” Inside the bunker, a soldier who had run out of bullets slumped to the ground, groaning in despair with lifeless eyes.
2:30 p.m.
Outside the bunker, Carter's cavalry had joined the battlefield. Just as Brewster had ordered, Carter led his cavalry to cut into the attacking Yan army formation from the flank.
To some extent, the cavalry did manage to cut off the Yan infantry, but Carter soon found his troops trapped. The number of Yan soldiers at the rear was too great, and the defenders on the front line were simply unable to contain them. As for the enemy forces in front of him, they were even more hopeless.
Like a torrent rushing down from a high mountain, tens of thousands of Yan soldiers charged in from all directions. Their numbers were so great that they were impossible to see clearly because the field of vision was too blurry. This battlefield, or rather, this ruin, was now filled not only with raging fire but also with smoke that blotted out the sky. Enemy troops and friendly troops were all fighting each other in a chaotic and disorderly manner.
One after another, the standing men were quickly turned into corpses, while the wounded crawling on the ground were trampled by the iron hooves of warhorses before they even had time to cry out. Among them were enemy soldiers and friendly soldiers, but at this moment, no one cared anymore. Everyone seemed to have gone mad, only knowing to shoot at the other side. Some even ran out of bullets and, without time to reload, fiercely charged forward with bayonets on their rifles.
They fought fiercely in the mud, and it wasn't enough that the blades had pierced their chests; they also twisted their necks with their hands, their faces contorted with rage, and tore at their enemies with their teeth like wild beasts, wishing they could rip them to pieces.
When the fighting reached such a point, most people had lost their minds and degenerated into instinctive beasts. After his warhorse was shot and fell, Carter became one of them. He had been swept up in the battlefield and, like everyone else, began his own killing spree until he fell and became a corpse.
——
It was just past 5 p.m., inside the operations command center.
"Order the 41st and 43rd Divisions to provide immediate support!!!"
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