That's right, stick to it.

Behind the camp is a gentle hillside, and it is almost impossible to retreat to the top of the mountain in a rain of bullets. The rescue teams are all acting separately and cannot receive reliable support in a short period of time. In the case of extremely unfavorable situation, sticking to this place is the only way to cause the greatest damage to the enemy at present.

After all, the gap in the number of people on both sides is too big, and everyone's backpacks are filled with food, clothes and other supplies, so they don't even bring a heavy machine gun, which makes the weapons on both sides basically at the same level, and it is difficult to make up for the shortage of numbers by relying on long-range firepower as in the past.

Fifty to one thousand, fish balls can already predict the results.

When he admitted that this thought came out, he was still a little scared in his heart, but he was no longer the coward who could only retreat with his head in his arms, and fear would not affect his responsibilities as the squad leader.

Even if he dies here, he will make the other party pay enough price!

Obviously, other teammates were also thinking the same at the moment, otherwise they would not have deliberately suppressed the shooting speed and put the enemy within 200 meters.

Everyone has limited bullets to carry, and only in mid-to-close combat can they achieve the best hit rate.

Of course, the enemy's accuracy will also be improved by the shortening of distance. This is a double-edged sword, and will determine everything.

The hillside delayed the other party's movement. Yubaan waited for nearly a minute before seeing someone entering a 100-meter circle. He could use his viewing glass to see the face of the sneak attacker clearly. This once again confirmed his previous speculation. Most people's faces were clean, completely different from those who fled in the wind and rain. His actions and expressions showed no signs of being forced.

He no longer has to worry about killing innocent people by mistake.

The fish ball aimed at the enemy who rushed to the front and pulled the trigger.

The teammates around him also chose to open fire at this moment.

For a moment, gunfire in the camp suddenly burst out, instantly overshadowing the opponent's movement. The attackers who were rushing to the front fell down in a blink of an eye, and the offensive momentum suddenly stopped. The surrounding enemies fell down and shot at the First Army. I don't know whether they had explored such a method of confrontation in the past battles or had been guided by the devil, and the situation turned into shooting at each other.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, the enemy behind pushed several cloth-covered two-wheeled carts close to the front line.

This kind of fish ball is not unfamiliar with this kind of thing. Compared with carriages and mules, carriages that rely on human push and pull are more suitable for ordinary families, especially when the family relocates and needs to carry a large amount of goods. He originally thought that they were just props used by the enemy to conceal his identity, but unexpectedly, after the charge started, the other party still did not give up these bulky carriages.

It was not until the cover was lifted that Yubaan discovered that the one who was dragging the cart was a Mark heavy machine gun!

"Dadadada"

The rapid continuous fire immediately suppressed the firepower of the First Army, and the bullets equipped with had tracer effects, and the correct head was much better than the bolt-moving rifle. In front of the camp, it seemed like it was boiling, and the grass full of wild flowers splashed everywhere. If there weren't a camp to resist, I was afraid that this wave would make them lose the ability to counterattack.

Fortunately, the enemy did not set up a machine gun position at the farthest distance, but instead threw it into the charge. Now the distance between the machine gun is only about 200 meters from the defense line, and the first army is dispersed enough, which gives them a chance to breathe.

"Hanson!" Yubaum shouted.

The latter made a clear gesture and ran towards the edge of the camp with a rifle.

The First Army rarely encounters a situation where firepower is at a disadvantage. According to the regulations in the combat manual, once it falls into an unfavorable situation of weak firepower, it should call the rear artillery as soon as possible for support, or specifically implement countermeasures against the enemy's firepower points. Obviously, the only action that the rescue team can take at this time is to use efficient and precise sniper to deter the enemy's offensive momentum.

Taking advantage of the inactivity of the machine gun changing, Yubaan and his teammates looked up and shot hard, attracting the opponent's attention as much as possible on him. Hansen did not disappoint him, and put the shooter on the cart to the ground with two shots. The people who wanted to climb onto the cart were also named one by one.

Without the suppression of machine guns, the enemy who took advantage of the situation to charge was defeated by a round of shooting before they could take ten steps, and the battle situation returned to the starting point.

...

"Damn it, why haven't this group of trash captured the camp yet?" Mavien looked up at the sun that was gradually setting in the west, and stamped his feet impatiently. "Bar North Viscount, are your people too timid and can't even take a wing! If they are dragged until night, the Greycastle people will run away!"

As commanders, they naturally do not have to rush to the front line like entourages and mercenaries. Moreover, these Greycastle people never pay attention to the laws of fighting aristocrats. They deliberately keep their hands on them, and they are captured and exchanged ransoms... They do not exist. They have long seen the attitude of Greycastle people towards the aristocrats. They will lead the team to charge like in the past and will not receive any honor or respect, and will only be beaten into a hornet's nest by the first one.

"They have tried their best, and your people are not much better," said Narños, dissatisfied. "Although the number of people is the most, the front line is the most. If your central troops could move forward a hundred steps, the camp would have been taken."

"You" Mavien was so blocked that he couldn't speak, so he had to look at the front line in a depressed manner, but he wrote down the hatred in his heart.

When I become the King of Eternal Winter, I will definitely make you look good!

But the most important thing now is to win. Without victory, the Lord of the Sky would not look at him differently.

But he didn't understand why the situation became so anxious?

Everything went as smoothly as planned. In order to prevent the Graycastle people from discovering flaws, they did not choose to set up an ambush in the town, nor did they make a decision to encircle the other party in this valley. The forces and arrangements of both sides were clear at a glance. He had carefully considered any details that might lead to exposure. As for those townsmen who might leak the news, he did not let anyone go.

The same is true for the facts. When the Greycastle people noticed something strange, the distance between the two sides had been narrowed to hundreds of steps. When the muskets and the number of people were far more than the other, the battle should have been over soon, but why until now, they could not attack the camp?

Even if each other party had a gun, there were only about fifty guns, and there were as many as two hundred noble coalition troops!

In Mavern's imagination, the Greycastle people should have been frightened and defeated in the face of such fierce firepower.

But the scene he saw seemed to be the opposite.

The coalition was pressed on the hillside and could not move. Several charges were repelled by intensive shooting. However, the counterattacks organized here were not painful and they still failed to weaken the defensive power of the Grayburg people, just as if the enemy had three heads and six arms and could control several muskets at the same time.

The fired fire guns that he had high hopes before were even more pitiful. Not only did he fail to destroy the will of the Graycastle people, he swept his own people several times. Looking from the foot of the hillside, he saw that the corpses that had finally been transported up were lying around and in front of the fired fire guns, and no one dared to touch them anymore.

If this continues, wouldn’t the bright prospects you are looking forward to turn into a bubble?

You should know that Yongdong cannot produce bullets. If he fails to seize enough ammunition in this battle, how can he have the chance to bite the Grayburger man in the next battle?

"Don't be impatient, sir," Furrey comforted, "According to my observation, the enemy's gunfire is much less than before, and it can be seen that their ammunition is left. As long as we persist, we can win in the best way. After all, they only have muskets, and we have everything."
Chapter completed!