"Whoosh!" A bullet flew past General Morse's face, and the feeling really made him very bad. He had mentally simulated the situation he was going to face countless times before charging, but when he actually rushed in front of the Elan Hill grenadiers, he realized that he had underestimated his opponent.

"Hiss......" A knight beside him, the war horse under his crotch let out a neigh, and then fell down on his heels, and fell under the iron hooves of the giant horse behind him, along with the knight behind him.

The knight, who was following closely beside General Morse, didn't even let out a scream before he was trampled on the head by the war horse behind him. Then more iron hooves trampled the carcasses of him and his horse.

However, the knights who were knocked down were still a minority, after all, they were heavily armored and protected by magical blessings, and after probably falling behind more than a hundred knights, they crashed headlong into the defense line of the 13th Regiment of Irlanhill.

"Hah!" As if to vent his hatred, the giant horse knight of the Holy Demon Empire at the front provoked an Elanhill grenadier with a single shot, and then swung his spear to pierce a second grenadier without armor on his gun.

The other cavalry who followed him only took a moment to knock down all the Erranhill grenadiers around him. The style of painting on the battlefield has changed abruptly, and the one-sided slaughter just now has become a bloody fight on both sides.

"Kill!" The heavy cavalry in the crowd was simply the most formidable slaughtering machine, and wherever they passed, all the soldiers of Ellan Hill fell to the ground. The ground was covered with blood and stumps everywhere, a sight that had happened countless times in the millennia, and this one more time didn't seem so strange.

"Phew!" The Ellan Hill Grenadiers were still doing their duty, and they were still firing at the cavalry that had already stormed their phalanx. Their bullets were more lethal at close range, knocking out more of the Holy Demon Empire's cavalry.

However, due to the need for reloading, these counterattacks were significantly less effective than cavalry onslaughts. The soldiers of Iran Hill died more and more, and the three phalanxes of hundreds of soldiers in a battalion were soon strangled by the meat grinders formed by these giant horses.

"Fight with them!" Among the remaining remnants, one of the Elanhill grenadiers saw the huge cavalry that had collided with him, and pulled the fuses of all three grenades on his chest. He shouted and lunged past his comrades and lunged at the cavalrymen, then closed his eyes.

"Boom!" The three grenades exploded almost simultaneously, sending a rain of steel around the horse knight. The shrapnel pierced the horse's muscles and the gaps between the knights' armor.

The knight fell sideways with his horse, and the fragments of the Irranhill grenadier who had perished fell beside him. With this explosion, more grenadiers showed their grenades, either throwing or hugging forward, and the entire defense line exploded one after another.

The 13th Regiment was a garrison regiment formed earlier, and it was about to be promoted to the main regiment. Not to mention the soldiers' combat effectiveness, the training is also very sufficient. In the face of the onslaught of the enemy, they showed unprecedented courage.

However, because the area of the frontal impact was not large, the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire who really fought was almost only the 2nd battalion of the 13th regiment. Now the 2nd Battalion has almost been completely annihilated, so the first line of defense of Ellan Hill has been completely penetrated by the Holy Demon Empire.

"The Holy Demon Empire will win!" Holding aloft his blood-strewn spear, General Morse ignored his own blood and shouted as loudly as he spoke. How many years? How many years have you not felt such a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction after crushing a mortal army? He couldn't even remember it himself.

However, the crushing of the army in front of him once again ignited his desire for victory, and the passion of charging into battle. The feeling excites him, fills him with strength, and makes him want to destroy the army in front of him once and for all.

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! Gather your troops! Go on the offensive! Turning his horse's head, General Morse commanded loudly to the cavalry that followed him.

More and more cavalry gathered and began to charge the second line of defense, past the corpses on the ground and the fallen banner of King Eranhill. The current magic cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire have also killed red eyes, and all they are thinking about is to tear apart all the mortals on the other side.

Almost in that attack just now, his side lost a full 300 excellent giant horse cavalry, which was about the same as the loss of the Elanhill grenadiers! This is definitely unacceptable to the Holy Demon Empire, and of course they want to get justice.

On the distant hillside, Chris and General Wilkes were also shocked by the attack power of the magical cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire. The moment these cavalry stormed the line of the 13th Regiment, both Chris and Wilkes knew that the first line of defense was over.

"Damn it! Why hasn't the Dragon Knight shown up yet? Isn't it a good time for them to join the fight? Chris asked as he looked at Wilkes beside him a little anxiously.

When it comes to fighting, although he has strong theories, he has very little experience. He had never seen such a huge loss of his own side, nor had he experienced such a stalemate in battle. So when he encounters this kind of problem, he can only ask the generals around him for questioning.

"The last time those dragon knights attacked our troops, eyewitnesses claimed that there were only 3 dragons......" Wilkes began, "they may have left the field because of their heavy losses." ”

"There may be more dragon knights coming, too!" Chris said a little unconvinced. He didn't know whether he should continue to insist on keeping all the heavy firepower on alert to the air, or whether he should divert some heavy firepower and wipe out the Holy Demon Empire knight in front of him.

"Let the heavy machine gun unit enter the position!" Wilkes made his choice: "Your Majesty! If the front is pierced by these giant horse knights, we don't have to wait for the dragon knights to appear. ”

Chris nodded, knowing that he still didn't have this kind of experience in dealing with the situation, so he said, "General Wilkes, this battle will be in command for you!" I still won't interfere! ”

"Yes! Your Majesty! Wilkes replied as he mounted his horse, pressed his right hand into his chest with a fist on his chest, and bowed his head.

Then he turned around and gave the order to the officer behind him: "Let the heavy machine gun unit press forward!" Tune two anti-aircraft guns to the front! The other side is attacking the front of the Guards Regiment! Knock the other person back! ”

"Yes!" The officer saluted and rode away. Immediately after, on the position of the 1st Regiment, there was a neat shout: "Long live Iran Hill!" Fight for Your Majesty! ”

"Get on the bayonet!" A company commander drew his sword and shouted a command to the soldiers under his command. At his command, a platoon of soldiers neatly drew their bayonets and, with almost the same movement, stuck them into their rifles.

In the sunlight, the bayonet fence glistened, and the striking white Arabic numerals on the sides of the M42 steel helmet noted the difference between the troops: "1". This 1 represents the strongest fighting power of Iran Hill, and this 1 represents the great Majesty Chris behind them.

"Dang dang dang." In a burst of command, the heavy machine guns dragged by the horses were pushed into almost the same row as the soldiers, and then the wagons began to turn around, revealing the Makqin heavy machine gun with a steel shield on the tail support.

The co-shooter attached the precious rubber hose to the water-cooled barrel, and the prepared cold water was poured into the barrel. With the clatter of bolt pulls, every heavy machine gun was ready for battle.

On the opposite side of them, the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire had already begun their charge, and this time, they were closer to the Elanhill grenadiers, only about 300 meters away. As long as they rush through this empty plain, a great victory awaits them.

"Attack!" With a command, the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire began their assault again, they had just replenished their magic power, raised their defense to the maximum, and then rushed towards the very weak-looking Elanhill soldiers with twice the speed of ordinary cavalry.

"Fire!" In Ellan Hill's military formation, Walter, the commander of the 1st Regiment, gave a cold order with an expressionless face. As with his orders, the cold muzzles of the soldiers of the 1st Regiment were aimed at those targets that were constantly approaching.

"Suddenly! Dodo! Without any hesitation, the heavy machine gun roared, and the denser bullets swept towards the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire, and countless bullets slammed into the iron armor of the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire, splashing a dazzling spark on it.

It was really as if he was facing a tank, and Chris saw the cavalry in the distance who were not afraid of bullets, and his heart was full of envy and liking: if he could have such a force, maybe he could use tactics like blitzkrieg before the tank was developed.

It's a pity that these expensive and powerful cavalry belong to the enemy camp...... This is really bad news, a sad news. For Chris, since he can't take it for his own use, he has to destroy it.

"Ahh Another giant horse cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire was shot down from his horse, and when facing the machine gun, the giant horse cavalry, which originally looked very strong, finally began to fall exponentially. General Morse, who had already lost 300 cavalry, just casually calculated, knew that this time he wanted to get close to the enemies who were constantly spitting tongues of fire, and he would lose at least 1,000 men......

Three bullets hit General Morse almost simultaneously, and the bullets were bounced off by the arc of the magical defense and armor, but General Morse felt the power that shook his heart.

He finally suppressed the uncomfortable feeling, and whispered a prayer for what he longed for the most: "Victory!" ”