Chapter 35: The Great Alliance Moves forward (Twenty)
[Hagia Village]
"[There is no fortress that never falls]." Lieutenant Woods thought.
This motto is usually quoted as a metaphor, but for Woods at this moment, "there is no fortress that never falls" is the literal "there is no fortress that never falls."
While thinking about where this wonderful comical feeling came from, Woods put his cheeks and shoulders on the butts and aimed at the enemy on the roof not far away.
The lieutenant's shoulder was already swollen, and he felt heartbroken every time he touched the buttstock.
But he still stood the gun body motionless, breathing slowly, and waited until the interval between the two heartbeats before he pressed the firing rod steadily.
The red flames bursting from the muzzle briefly illuminated the main hall of the church. The lieutenant was aiming at the enemy raised his hands, then leaned back, and rolled down from the roof of the room that had burned only burnt wood and black mud.
Woods didn't feel pitiful or satisfied. He just handed the musket in his hand to the wounded soldiers beside him, and then waited for the latter to hand over another musket loaded with ammunition to himself.
The lieutenant's shooting efficiency was too high. The four wounded soldiers did not do anything else and just poured gunpowder and stuffed lead, so they could not be used by the lieutenant.
While waiting for the next musket to be handed over, Woods suddenly figured out where the ridiculousness of the motto [No Fortress That Never Falls] came from.
From the contrast between weekdays and now.
On the battlefield, the rules of daily life seamlessly transition into another set of completely different rules, making many things that are not ridiculous on weekdays become funny.
Woods thought, while looking at the altar at the end of the main hall.
After the altar, the silent son's eyes were lowered, avoiding the lieutenant's gaze; under the altar, the sacrificial vessel that the priest had not taken away was roughly swept to the corner of the wall and no one cared about; the silk that was originally laid on the altar, which the believers burned incense and worshipped had been pulled down, and turned into a bandage to bandage the wounds... and a piece of rag that was being stuffed into the muzzle.
Woods didn't understand why he still had the leisure to think about these messy things.
The church where he was located was surrounded by enemy troops, the enemy musketeers had already begun to climb up the roof to suppress his subordinates, and the enemy would soon carry the ladder from the east coast...
But the reality is that the more crisis the situation is, the more urgent the situation is, the more active Woods' mind becomes.
The battle situation is too clear: the square in Hegu Village is too small, and it is not even worthy of being called a square, but a circle of open space around the church, with almost no room for advance or retreat; as long as the attacking party continues to invest its troops, it is only a matter of time before the fall of this simple fortress made up of wooden fences, four-wheeled carriages and corpses.
The overly active mind encountered an overly simple situation, which made Lieutenant Woods only use instinctive random thoughts to consume excessive "brain power".
Woods thought, while taking another musket with a fuse hanging on it.
This time, he was not very lucky. The gunshot fired, but the enemy he was aiming at was squatting behind the chimney without any damage, resting his head, not knowing that the death sickle had just passed by.
Woods didn't feel regretful either. He just handed the musket in his hand to the wounded soldier behind him and told the latter calmly: "This gun has a bit too much lead, so I can change it to a gun that I haven't used much."
Then wait again.
While waiting, Woods Frank examined the barriers around the church, and a hint of regret came to his heart - regretting that he did not practice swordsmanship diligently when he was in the Army Academy.
Most of the artillery students regard sword fighting as a game of barbarians, and sneer at the long sword technique that everyone in the Army Academy is compulsory.
It is unknown how many defeated dogs barking far away. The result is clear at a glance - all sword skills from students to graduates in the artillery department are useless, and no one can show off.
Woods himself is very interested in swordsmanship, but unfortunately the artillery department is heavy, so he can only follow the crowd.
Looking around the battlefield, Lieutenant Woods thought with regret that if he had spent a little more time practicing swordsmanship back then, it might have come in handy today.
However, another voice immediately retorted coldly: Even if Woods Frank spent more time practicing swordsmanship back then, for Woods Frank at this moment, it was at most a difference between living a little longer and living a little less.
Woods shook his head and inadvertently glanced at the blood on his clothes. He immediately looked away, forcing himself not to look at the blood, and forcing himself not to think about where the blood was from.
At this moment, the observation whistle on the clock tower rang out in fear: "Here is here! Here!"
Immediately afterwards, the sound of attacking snare drums came from outside the barriers around the church.
The soldiers of the Xinkendi Expedition Army moved the long ladder to the highland where Hegu Village was located. Several 100-man teams each carried two or three siege ladders, followed the main roads and small roads in the village, and at the same time attacked the church in the middle of the village.
"Climb the wall!" Woods swept away all the distracting thoughts in his mind. He pulled out his almost unused sword and was the first to run out of the church: "Climb the wall!"
Previously, Woods set fire in the village and delayed the enemy. The enemy commander organized the fire to put out the fire, and sent musketeers to occupy the roofs around the church square. Woods led his subordinates to temporarily build "fort" lacking bunkers, and brown-clothed musketeers shot the defenders from a high place, as easy as shooting a target.
The remnants of the coalition forces retreating to the square had to leave the open land and hide in the buildings.
Seeing the lieutenant rushing towards the barrier without hesitation and able to fight, soldiers from Leiqun County also poured out from churches, warehouses, and cemeteries.
The brown-clothed soldier stepped on the hot soil and shouted to put the long ladder on the barricade.
"Regular oil!" Woods pointed directly at the direction where the ladder appeared with his sword.
The coalition soldiers defending the church immediately threw out the last few bottles of pots containing alchemy fuel, and a wave of heat suddenly burst out outside the barrier. Even if the vision was blocked by the wall, the defenders could clearly hear the heart-wrenching screams.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The enemy on one road is temporarily blocked by the firewall, but the enemy's offensive is not only launched from one direction, but the defenders have used up all the distilled oil.
As the brown-clad soldiers climbed the ladder and jumped into the inside of the wall, hand-to-hand combat began.
The remaining soldiers of Baishan County and Leiqun County used everything they could find. The hoe used for weeding turned into a long halberd, and the muskets that had been exhausted all of the ammunition turned into warhammers. If there were no weapons, use stones, and if there were no stones, use nails.
People try their best to kill each other, you chop at me, I hit you, flesh and blood fly, and brain splashes everywhere.
Woods was also slashing wildly. He suddenly realized the essence of swordsmanship, which was to chop down at another person without any mercy, chopping his arms, shoulders, thighs, and chopping wherever he was soft.
Hand-to-hand combat is cruel and rapid: a cut into an artery can quickly cause excessive blood loss and shock; a piercing of the heart and lungs can immediately cause people to lose their ability to move.
Woods had a pain in his back, his arms, and every part of his body. Apart from a few scratches, there were no more fatal wounds on his body. But it was not because he was skilled in swordsmanship, nor because he was lucky, but because his subordinates were trying hard to protect him.
However, as hand-to-hand combat continued, the figures of his subordinates were becoming less and less, while the brown-clothed soldiers never retreated.
The enemy also discovered this extremely brave officer. Someone shouted and issued an order, and more and more brown-clothed soldiers attacked him.
By the time Woods came to his senses again, he had been surrounded by three brown soldiers.
The brown-clothed soldiers hesitated, exchanged eyes with each other, swallowed their saliva, and no one dared to take action first.
But Woods no longer cared about anything. He raised his sword stiffly and shouted that he would slash at the enemy directly in front of him.
At this moment, a huge force came from behind the lieutenant, and someone grabbed his collar and lifted him back.
Woods saw a one-armed thin figure passing by him and faced the enemy instead of him. With one block and one stab, he would knock down the brown-clothed soldier who rushed to the front.
Two more soldiers in light green messenger uniforms met two other brown-clothed soldiers. The thin, one-armed old soldier protected Woods and retreated to the church door.
"I thought." Woods gasped: "You ordered me to hold on until death."
"We will all die, sooner or later, Lieutenant." Colonel Bode scrutinized the soldiers of the two armies in the melee: "But it won't be now."
Another deafening shouts and war drums filled the highlands where River Valley Village was located.
The Second Infantry Brigade of Leiqun County, which was repelled from the east coast, and the Second Infantry Brigade of Baishan County, which was the northernmost right wing of the coalition front, also attacked the village from both northwest and southwest directions.
Saner drew too many troops from the central army, and the parliamentary army that attacked Hegu Village was only two brigades, and no longer had an overwhelming advantage in force.
Caught off guard, the dispatched troops of Xinkendi, which besieged the Church Square, were defeated and were once again pushed off the high ground.
It took a while before the church defenders realized what was going on. One Baishan County soldier suddenly cheered, and another Leiqun County soldier cheered.
Immediately afterwards, all the coalition soldiers, whether it was Leiqun County or Baishan County, cheered loudly, and cheered from the bottom of their hearts with the greatest strength.
Even the hand-to-hand combat that was still alive and death just now came to an abrupt end. The brown-clothed soldiers who attacked the fortress were at a loss and subconsciously moved closer to each other. This time, it was their turn to become the besieged side.
Woods Frank was cheering, tears slid out of his eyes uncontrollably.
Colonel Bode walked towards the parliamentary soldiers trapped inside the fortress, as if giving orders to his subordinates, and said calmly: "Surrender, you are lucky that this battle is over for you."
The Brown-clothed Parliamentary Soldiers looked at me, I looked at you, no one knew what to do, and no one did.
Only one middle-aged sergeant stared at Colonel Bode in disbelief, and saw the latter from his feet to his head, and then from his head to his feet, finally staying at the colonel's empty broken arm.
As if suddenly awakened from his sleep, the middle-aged soldier looked around in a panic, looking at the dying person who was lying on the ground and moaning, and looking at the blood-stained enemy and comrades-in-arms. He wanted to say something, but a big stone was blocked in his throat.
The middle-aged sergeant lowered his head and released the weapon in his hand.
With a "clang", the blood-stained steel sword fell on the stone slab.
After a moment of silence, more metal bumps into the stone slabs sounded, and the other brown-clothed soldiers also threw away their weapons one after another.
Chapter completed!