Chapter 485 Asking for Help? Ask your sister!
The Great Xia Royal Guard had been established for several years and had developed several mature and effective tactics based on its rifles, armor, and manpower. The attack on Lan City was now using one of the most common tactics.
Riflemen would advance first, forming ranks and firing in unison, while heavy infantry would take the opportunity to assemble on both flanks and look for opportunities to engage. If the enemy charged forward fearlessly, the infantry would provide sufficient protection for the riflemen.
If the enemy panics and their formation falls apart when faced with a barrage of rifle fire, then the heavy infantry will seize the opportunity to catch up and completely crush them.
More than half of the riflemen of the Doujin Army were gathered outside the breach in the south city wall, taking turns shooting at the Lanshi City people who came to block the breach with stones and sandbags. They did not stop shooting even when the old people, women and children were shot down and screamed in agony.
War amplifies the most brutal aspects of human nature while erasing any sense of selfless kindness and compassion. There are far too many lessons learned from how momentary acts of kindness can send entire teams of brothers to their deaths.
Young recruits, under the beatings and scoldings of veterans, tearfully continued to fire bullets at civilians. When their tears were no longer shed for others, they became qualified veterans.
The people of Lan City finally collapsed. No matter how the Rakshasa and Orcs whipped them, they could not get them close to the breach in the city wall. The Great Xia Imperial Guard also formed an offensive formation, with heavy infantry in front and riflemen behind, and quickly pressed forward.
The orc warriors behind the city wall could no longer contain themselves and charged toward the Great Xia army with howls. After being subjected to two volleys of fire from the Great Xia riflemen, they finally crashed into the killing wall formed by the Great Xia heavy infantry.
Thanks to the cheap iron materials from the Da Yuan Steelworks, Wang Yushi's armor workshop has produced a large number of heavy infantry armors over the years. Each guard has a large number of heavily armored infantry, which gives the guard the ability to fight the orcs head-on at close range.
"Riflemen, load your weapons quickly and fire freely in coordination!"
"Loading complete!"
The rifleman behind shouted, and the infantry in front seized the opportunity to create a gap, aiming their rifles at the front and firing a shot that felled a tall enemy.
With a series of resounding "thumps," the Imperial Guard's steel formation slowly rolled over the city walls and entered the city.
"Commander, our army has entered the city! This victory of being the first to scale the walls belongs to our anti-Jin army!"
"Tell the brothers not to go too deep into the city. After occupying the gap, wait for the other armies to enter the city. Reassure the brothers that I, Qin Yuanzhi, will never take credit for their military achievements!" Qin Yuanzhi felt that something was wrong, so he told his men to be cautious and wait for the elite troops of the other four armies to enter the city before advancing into the inner city.
This attack went too smoothly. The orcs retreated after losing only a few hundred men. Just a few days ago, they weren't this cowardly. What happened to them today? Is this still the same savage and cruel race that was once?
In Lan City, the City Lord's Mansion is a stone building complex full of Western Region style. In the largest palace, there are three gorgeous chairs, where two people are sitting calmly listening to the report of their trusted generals.
"Marshal Miladov, the latest battle situation is as follows: Chief Jolin and the Heavenly Realm experts from Great Xia have gone north. Judging from the sounds of battle, they are at least twenty miles away from us."
"The Great Xia army in the north of the city is very strong, but they are not united. We have weakened their resistance twice, but they have not yet broken into the city."
"What about the south of the city? Has the Great Xia army in the south of the city not entered the city either?" On the right chair sat a dignified, square-faced middle-aged man, who was wearing the uniform of a marshal from the Rakshasa Kingdom.
"No, they've already entered the city. We only offered token resistance, but..."
"But what happened? Did they discover our intentions?" Marshal Miladov frowned. He had been holding back for too long, and it would be a great pity if the Great Xia army saw through his plan again.
"Probably not. They are advancing cautiously and slowly. By now, the Great Xia army that has entered the city numbers close to forty or fifty thousand!"
Marshal Miladov's imposing, square face furrowed, and after a moment he finally said, "Herkik, we can't wait any longer. Go to the south city now and launch an attack, then abandon the defenses of the north city wall to lure the enemy into the city!"
"I'll make the arrangements right away, Marshal Miladov!"
Herkirk turned to walk out the door, when Marshal Miladov called him back and gave him a perfect military salute: "May His Majesty be with you!"
"May His Majesty be with you!" Herkik returned the greeting, and a fervent fire began to burn in his eyes.
While Herkić and Marshal Miladov were talking, another person sitting in a chair remained silent, as if the battle before them had nothing to do with him.
He wore a gray robe that covered his full silver armor underneath, and a hood obscured his face. An aura of death swirled around him, and his chilling presence made people reluctant to approach him.
"Marquis Hamef, is your legion of the dead ready?"
“I’ve said it many times, I am no longer Hamef, much less a marquis!”
"...Hammerf, in my eyes you will always be that resilient and handsome Marquis of Harlinsburg!"
"Alright, Miladov, I'm going to prepare to fight the enemy. Don't call me Hamov anymore. Hamov... has already died for His Majesty."
Hamef had the hoarse voice characteristic of a knight of the dead, sharp and grating like metal scraping against the eardrums, but at this moment, Miradov was moved to tears by his harsh words.
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