Chapter 227 A massacre

Ictor looked at the jackals in front of him who were constantly being blown up into the sky by artillery fire, and said with emotion:

"This can no longer be called a battle."

"This is a massacre."

In this situation, Targaryen couldn't help but lament the changes of the times. It was a pity that the Skaven's own warpstone technology was too weird, so they could not use such a stable tactical system.

What's more, their main battlefield is underground, where such spectacular scenes are rarely seen.

"Clan leader, it is estimated that in three more rounds, they will have to launch an attack."

Targaryen assessed that no army could withstand such heavy fire without wavering, unless they chose to retreat.

But in that case, the entire army will be destroyed. At this time, the retreat will most likely turn into a rout. No one is willing to stay in front of the artillery to break up the rear.

Even if there were, they would be killed by the explosion.

Then the cavalry can catch up and slaughter these little brats.

The situation was indeed as expected by Targaryen. The shaken Jackal army had to give up its planned attack plan. All the troops that had not yet arrived began to gather towards the Chinese army, and the first batch of cannon fodder slaves had also set off.

On such a chaotic battlefield, only elite troops such as the Guards can maintain salvo fire. Once a salvo fire is used, the firing speed of the entire company will be limited by the barrel effect.

The skirmishers immediately stepped forward and began harassing fire.

On the battlefield where the artillery roared, it was difficult to hear each other's words clearly. Without the officers' orders, the rat people began to fire on their own in accordance with Ictor's instructions.

Then, there was an explosion that was more terrifying than a 120mm mortar. The special firing method allowed the rocket launcher to have more magic space than ordinary artillery shells. The devastating explosion could completely devour a dense team of 100 people with just the light of fire!

The Jackal troops that launched the attack were blown off their feet and the attack was blocked.

But the elite soldiers supervising them killed them without hesitation and ordered the following slave workers to attack the skirmishers.

And when using volleys, the soldiers could not effectively aim at their respective targets.

"Targorian! Let the fireworks cannon fire! Cover the company and evacuate!"

I saw several green paper shells taking off melodiously above the First Army's artillery position, and slowly landing in the Jackal's formation.

But at this time, the frontline commanders began to remind the soldiers to load shotguns, and many smart ratmen had already done so.

The entire Guards force, together with two line infantry battalions, had formed an anti-"L" formation.

The use of free fire, or "random shooting" as some generals call it, is undoubtedly the most suitable method for the battlefield, because it allows each soldier to maximize the rate of fire while achieving basic aiming (muskets still have accuracy after all)

), in order to tilt more bullets towards the opponent in the same time and achieve a higher hit rate.

"shooting!"

Commanders can no longer say instructions such as "Wait until they reload and then advance!" because the soldiers are under psychological pressure all the time.

"First Battalion! Raise your gun! Aim!"

The light artillery was directly driven by the artillery to follow up. By this time, the troops had semi-surrounded all the Jackals.

And there are six at a time. On these six lines, even the most powerful jackal transcendent cannot survive.

The skirmishers were stunned when they saw such a straightforward charge. The company that faced them fired the first round of bullets, and then began to load the shotguns.

A special artillery unit immediately took over the order and began to install paper rockets on the special chute of the fireworks rocket launcher.

When a company continues to fire projectiles several times the number of people and continues to achieve more than 100% hits, no matter how reckless a soldier is, he cannot guarantee absolute courage.

After a simple range measurement, the gunner pulled down a special gem excitation device, and the chaotic magic signal was transmitted to the wind array of each rocket through the magic conductor.

The skirmishers continued to reload calmly, and after the third round of shooting, the first group of jackal slaves raised the white flag on the spot, their morale collapsed and they fled to the rear.

The skirmishers had already run back into the formation with their extraordinary physical strength. Ickert mobilized them to the left wing to cooperate with the second battalion there to complete the defense.

After the Skaven began to fire freely, the Jackals did not feel any better mentally, because there was a fire gap for volley fire, but there was no gap for free fire.

However, before he could say a few more words, three guns were fired at him. One of the wolf's heads was exploded on the spot, and the headless body fell limply.

After the Guardsmen fired a round of shotgun, they all held bayonets and charged to the beat of the drums.

Every time the artillery and bullets sweep across, it means that there will be no more life on that line. After the soldiers are injured, they will only think about saving their lives, running away and their mother, instead of getting up and continuing to fight as if nothing has happened. Those are undead! Not living creatures!

(Except all supermen)

Under the urging of the life-loving priests from behind, the gnolls broke through the first layer of thorn net despite the firepower and corpses.

The firepower of the central company could no longer consolidate the position at this time, so the skirmishers moved very flexibly.

At this time, the first group of slave workers were four hundred meters away from the skirmishers. Even if they ran at full strength, it would take about a minute to rush in front of them.

A transcendent man waved a giant ax and encouraged the swaying warriors around him.

This is the victory of mathematics and the victory of science.

Thousands of muskets fired one after another over a width of less than 800 meters. After each company's volley fired, one-third of the jackals of the company fell.

This is the "real shooting method" that the generals on Blue Star finally figured out after countless battles.

As they approached, the first round of shotgun fire from the skirmishers followed. A jackal looked around and found that he was the only one left in the first row.

The first group of Jackals finally arrived in front of the First Army's formation, stepping over the layers of corpses of their companions. They felt like they were in hell.

After the first round of shooting, the rat officers continued to order:

"Free fire! Free fire from now on!"

They are meant to engage in harassment, and confronting them head-on is not part of their business.

In front of the warriors, the line infantrymen also raised their guns.

At the same time, loud bugles and dull drums sounded on the right wing of the army group, and 12 Sasha Maria cannons simultaneously sprayed canisters forward. Most of the Jackal army attacking the right wing was wiped out at once.

"As you command, clan leader!"

"Attack! Warriors of the Kingdom! Go forward with all your strength! We are facing the devil! This is glorious and just!"

Six 75mm artillery pieces also continued to pour firepower into the Jackal army. The artillerymen had never felt so refreshing with solid ammunition!

Seen from the sky, each shelling looks like drawing lines on a blackboard composed of jackals.

At this time, the company's rate of fire will be limited by the slowest reloading soldier.

The jackal slaves who ran to 300 meters only heard bursts of whistling in their ears, and then their comrades around them began to fall one after another.

Twelve artillery pieces were deployed on the flanks of the Jackals, and the skirmishers also circled back to the Jackals' right flank.

Looking at the black muzzles and artillery around him, the high priest of Saqqara felt deep despair.

In the last moments of his and the warriors' lives, all they could hear were those two words.

"Fire!"
Chapter completed!