The bullet marks that cut through the sky gradually became thinner, the black muzzles stopped roaring one after another, and the choking smoke gradually began to dissipate, but the terrifying bleeding and death had just begun at this moment------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Almost from the beginning of the battle, the battle between the two sides has entered a white-hot stage.

Without arrays, drum beats, and volleys, the two armies entered the most cruel close-fitting melee from the beginning! The fighting priests with dying aspirations rode on the dark iron cockroaches, and rushed through the gap between the two armies under the rain of artillery shells that had not yet stopped. They passed through the fences and chest walls that were blown away by artillery fire. They rely on the iron golem itself to exceed ten feet in length, easily crossed the narrow trench that the opponent was rushing to death!

In order to delay the enemy's advance as much as possible when the fortifications are not perfect, the Elf Army has sprinkled many caltrops and four-corner nails on the front of the position in advance. But these things may be more than enough to deal with the Inca infantry wearing straw sandals. If they encounter the iron legs of these big cockroaches, they will be useless and cannot even block the propulsion speed. As for the landmines... let alone how many such things a long-distance field force will carry, even if it has been laid in advance, it has already exploded or exploded in the shelling that was enough to shake the earth.

These noble death squad members were almost injured by their own artillery fire at the cost of almost 10% of their own artillery fire. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the Elf Army had not had time to run back to the position from the anti-aircraft shelter, they successfully entered the interior of the Elf Army's defensive position, giving their opponent a terrifying center. For a moment, a long spear slashed and a sabre swept across the saber. Grenades exploded everywhere, scorching shrapnel penetrated the fragile slaughter fiercely, and the remaining limbs and blood flew everywhere. The enchanted chain mail worn by the combat priests made these poorly physical charlatans as difficult to move as iron cans, but they also effectively blocked most attacks, and even bullets were difficult to penetrate the armor. As for the iron cockroaches themselves, let alone... Such obvious one-sided killing was really not enough for many guys to withstand.

Fortunately, the one who defended this area was the well-trained elves regular army, rather than the indigenous puppet troops with weak fighting spirit. They were finally in a panic and could still use weapons to resist for a while. Otherwise, the defensive troops would probably not even be able to make a decent counterattack, and they would collapse in a mess... But even so, this slap was still very difficult. Due to the blocking and destruction of several traffic ditches, and the uproar of some miscellaneous troops, a considerable part of the elves' forces lost contact with their superiors and fell into a state of confusion.

What's even more terrifying is that Manuel, who commanded the temple guards to charge through the formation, was really a bold guy. He ignored the meager strength of less than a hundred iron cockroaches on his side, and he forced himself to suicide by putting the breakthrough in the command center of the Elf Army, which seemed to be the most severely defended. This lonely old man seemed to have no intention of leaving the battlefield alive - and the guards of the Elf Army Command were probably used to being pampered. He actually collapsed in front of these iron cans, causing a group of iron cockroaches to rush in easily, and then there was a more terrifying bloody massacre...

Although several major generals, with General Daniel as the first general, all the communication tools, confidential documents and office supplies in the headquarters were lost, and even civilians and staff officers were killed and fled. Next, the headquarters should be temporarily transferred in the war and established a new command system... This gap of interruption of command was enough for the iron cans that rushed into the elves' belly to stir up everything.

On the other hand, seeing the fighting priests who were temporarily transferred to heavy cavalry broke into the enemy camp so smoothly. The hundreds of Inca warriors in the leading position naturally immediately boosted their morale. They shouted various slogans and followed the iron cockroaches to kill them. At this time, the obstacles set up along the road of the Elf Army were basically destroyed by the rampant iron cockroaches, knocked down or crushed into the mud. The defenders who had just been dispersed had no time to organize and blocked the gap again...

Therefore, less than a quarter of an hour had the battle between the two sides, the Elf Army had to fight a hand-to-hand combat that was the most inappropriate battle between the defense system and the command system was almost half collapsed. Within its own defensive position, the Inca warriors were rushing to fight the most unsuitable hand-to-hand combat. In close combat where the guns could not be placed, the power of the early muskets was often not as powerful as the mace, even if they were inserted into bayonets.

Following the fierce shelling of the first and forefront, the Inca army attacked bravely, and seemed to have achieved a pretty good start.

"...I used to think the Elf Army was very powerful. It seems that it is not very effective now!"

On the top deck of Xiangrui, a group of Naserier officers in blue and gray uniforms were lying on the edge of the railing. Each of them was holding a monocular telescope in their hands. They were enjoying the fierce fighting in front of them. From time to time, they pointed at the battlefield filled with smoke. When they saw that the defense line of the Elf Army was easily defeated, they all looked contemptuously compared to their middle fingers and booed.

Judging from their leisurely expressions, gentle tone, and large paper bags filled with popcorn, these guys seem to have no sense of the warriors. They are a little bit of watching opera... Please. Are you here to help the volunteer army in the allies? Why do you think of yourself as military officers watching the battle?

"Not a fight? This seems to be a bit too much!"

Hearing the rash fallacy of a certain officer, the pink figure surrounded by everyone in the center, couldn't help but raise his head, put down the telescope in his hand, and retorted.

"Pure Ground Elf Regular Army is still very capable of fighting, otherwise how could we be so badly beaten in Arctic Port? But the enemy we are facing now is mixed with many indigenous vassals, and even the Inca tribe that has just rebelled and defected to the past. In addition, the long-term warfare division was exhausted, and at the beginning it was suppressed so fiercely by the artillery fire of absolute superiority. So it looks a bit fragile. But even so, it is not easy for the Incas to annihilate them... You see, wasn't the Inca offensive momentum being held back there?"

"The commander is very insightful! I admire you!" "Sir. You are so right!"

There was a sound of flattery all around him, but it was obviously a bit perfunctory, which made the fake lady commander in pink maid outfit frown. Fortunately, a lieutenant who was good at observing the words and looked at the expression of the supreme commander quickly noticed the expression of the supreme commander, hurried forward and asked according to his wishes.

"Your Excellency, how do you think the battle will develop next? We all want to hear more about your opinions."

"Well, that's it... According to my opinion, the so-called good start is half the success. Since the Elf Army's defense line has been opened, the Inca army should do the next step, which is to immediately invest a large number of elite troops and expand the breakthrough as much as possible..."

Just as he was holding back all his words and wanted to say, Di Feili was indeed excited. With his half-barrel of water combat experience and several war laws learned from military magazines in another world, he began to snore at a so-called "official" who was more amateur than him.

"... And the Elf Army will definitely do its best to mobilize its troops, strive to exterminate a small number of Inca troops that broke into its own positions first, or at least drive them out, so as to block the gap and restore the integrity of the defense line. As for who can win... In this tragic offensive and defensive battle, any strategy and tactics are meaningless. Whoever invests more troops at the first time, and whoever lands is even more desperate, will win!"

"The officer has a great vision and is ashamed of himself..."

The sound of flattery sounded again. To be honest, although Feili's statement was not very novel, it was considered a medium-sized and moderate distance. It has a certain rationality. It is not a matter of talking about it on paper.

Unfortunately, the subsequent situation did not fit his calculations.

With the long horns, countless indigenous Inca people in messy clothes waved their rough weapons randomly, shouted unknown slogans, and rushed out of the array from behind in a mess. However, the Wang family guards in the yellow military uniforms were still standing in their original locations like reefs in the torrent.

I don't know if it was because it was difficult for the musketeers to sway their power in such a chaotic battlefield, or because it was purely out of the plan to consume miscellaneous military and local areas. In short, although Tecumse sent tens of thousands of troops to follow and seize and expand the breakthrough as soon as Manuel broke through the enemy formation. However, all the local militias were recruited from various vassal tribes, and the elite guards he brought himself did not move even one soldier.

Fortunately, relying on the opponent's team being in chaos and our side has an almost 2-to-1 military advantage. Some of the miscellaneous local armed forces equipped with stone tools have successfully entered the interior of the Elf Army's position, further expanding the chaos... However, their desperate efforts have only expanded the scope of chaos. To turn the advantage into a winning position, the cost is still too little.

So, on this small mudflat that was broken by trenches and craters, the soldiers of the two armies began to shoot, fight, roll, and even bite each other between mud, flames and corpses. From the axes made of black shining stones to the latest magic pistols, war tools from different eras appeared on the stage together, drinking the blood of various intelligent life races.

The sound of guns shooting, the whizzing sound of crossbow shooting, the roar of small-caliber shotguns, the sound of metal collision between white and blades, and the wailing of despair of dying people... On the battlefield that was extremely noisy and chaotic, the military flags were raised and cut down, and they were driven back after repeated charges and breakthroughs. Within less than a quarter of an hour, the casualties of both sides reached four digits and were climbing sharply in the direction of five digits!

During the melee, although the command was disorderly and morale was low, the Inca Miscellaneous Army's backwardness in equipment and training was really shocking. When the initial aura disappeared, the momentum of the offensive gradually declined, and due to the lack of support, they began to be driven out of the position little by little. At this time of dying struggle, the Elf Army did not care about saving counterattack firepower. They pushed out their own artillery from the bunker, poked out the muzzle from several intact frontier gun positions, and fired a piece of shotgun rain at the Inca army that was pouring into their own positions.

Although the Elves' Army was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of number of artillery and range, the skillful skill of the Elves' Artillery's volleys per minute made up for the shortcomings of hardware conditions to a considerable extent. In an instant, countless shells roared into the Inca offensive queue like a storm. The scorching iron filings and fragments carried huge kinetic energy and easily penetrated the thin vine armor and twisted the strong bodies into pieces.

Under the sudden and violent attack, the Incas' tsunami-like attack wave was interrupted and stopped. The soldiers in the Mercedes-Benz fell to the ground in groups with blood holes, and occasionally collapsed and turned around and fled. Although under the threat of the saber of the supervising team, most of the remaining soldiers still stood up, bypassed the layers of corpses, and continued to break into the enemy's positions. However, their morale had been greatly hit and their number had been reduced a lot--the Inca army could no longer carry out a powerful wave attack.

The rumbling sound of cannons was still stirring in the air, and the huge recoil was still shaking the barrel repeatedly. The well-trained elf artillery began to quickly put away the cannon stands, then pulled the cannon jackets, loaded the cannon and ammunition boxes on a special trailer, and pushed them away along the pre-layed temporary track.

In just a few minutes, they finished their work and began to rush to the next firing position to continue fighting. When the Inca artillery finally completed the calculation and adjustment, fired retaliatory counterattack artillery fire, and covered the elves artillery positions with fire and smoke. The experienced elves gunners had already completed the combat preparations at the next firing position, and from another angle, they spit out flames at the surging Inca miscellaneous brands...

As smoke and dust enveloped the battlefield, even with the best aerial observation platform of Xiangrui, the Incas could not accurately capture the enemy's artillery every move. The elves were able to fully demonstrate their talents, and with less than one-sixth of the opponent's number of artillery, they fought in artillery battles. Every time they could barely escape the carpet-style fire bombardment of the Inca artillery at the critical moment, and even knocked off several of the opponent's shooting positions... This terrifying tactical technique made the half-baked spectators on Xiangrui shocked, and finally they had a preliminary understanding of what a world-class strong army was called.

Even though the red-eyed Inca artillery bombed indiscriminately at any cost, causing a terrible sea of ​​fire and smoke to form on both sides of the breakthrough, it still did not get any effect. Each batch of offensive troops passing through the array of the two armies was still under the crazy massacre of the cross-fire power of the elves.

As the reinforcements were gradually blocked, the Incas' offensive, which had a good start, gradually became weak. The Black Hawk military flag fell one after another, and the troops that had entered the front suffered heavy casualties. They were expelled from many key points and began to go into a stalemate, and seemed to be further moving towards a direction that was not conducive to the Inca army.
Chapter completed!