"Warriors of Albion, the whole world is watching you!"

Major General Edward Parkinson was pestled like a javelin on the podium, and behind him stood a row of generals and colonels who also displayed the same standard military posture, and the soldiers of the four infantry battalions were lined up in order, listening intently to the final mobilization speech before the battle began.

"The princes are the elite of the kingdom, the executors of justice and justice of human civilization, and the exemplars of the armies of the world. This is a critical time for the kings to show their loyalty and dedication to Her Majesty the Queen, and to show the world the heroic and fearless spirit of the warriors of the Kingdom. Every officer and soldier must forge an invincible bullet with flesh and blood and a warrior's spirit, and overwhelm the enemy's guns and iron bullets!

The Major General's eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, and the "small setback" he suffered yesterday -- this was the statement of the Major General himself, and the others discussed it for a long time, using "the tactical shift adopted to launch a larger attack" to explain what happened yesterday, and the more than 2,000 corpses left on the battlefield became "the tragic decision of a strong man to break his wrist......

In any case, the losses are there, and no matter how much they try to hide them, it will hurt morale and make the soldiers think that the officers are forcing them to send their heads away.

And so it was, when everyone heard that the Major General was going to throw four battalions into attack yesterday's death zone, a common thought took over their minds.

The officers are going crazy.

Almost overnight, vicious jokes and rumors about the Major General quickly circulated in the barracks. The most widespread of them was that the Major General had a rare form of madness, which had never been detected in the past and did not have a name. In honor of this disease, which was discovered for the first time in human history, it was unanimously named "Parkinson's Syndrome" in honor of His Excellency Major General Parkinson, who made a significant contribution to medicine, especially brain medicine......

One can imagine the reaction of His Excellency Major General to these jokes - 50 soldiers identified as "message makers" and "defeatists" were arrested and executed without trial by a military court, and no officer objected to this.

The reason is simple, like the armies of most countries, the officers of Albion are of noble origin, highly educated and trained. Have a good su zhì. The soldiers, however, were forced to join the army due to the pressure of life. Or they were tied with ropes by the people who pulled the strong dings, and the two classes had an impassable hierarchical line. The only means of maintaining the organization and discipline of the military is strict military discipline, supervision and punishment, not the charisma and so-called human touch of military commanders......

The soldiers of Albion had no respect for their commander, let alone worship. Just obey them. Their commanders were feared and hated under strict military discipline - but this did not affect the fighting power of the Albion army. In the past, officers of Albion, feared and hated by the soldiers, have always led their troops to victory over General Charlemagne, who was respected and adored by the soldiers. It used to be like this. It's the same now, even if you change the occasion and the opponent, this will never change.

So, the reason for yesterday's "small setback" will not, can't, and shouldn't be with the officers, the problem is with these soldiers, who are too brave enough.

They are not at all like the true warriors of Albion, they should be fearless, brave in the face of bullets and magical beasts, and have the determination to dedicate themselves to the queen and the kingdom, and go forward to break through the enemy positions and win the victory for the queen and the kingdom. However, this group of cowards actually lost their knowledge after suffering a little insignificant blow, and stopped in place and were wiped out by the enemy army!

A bunch of shameful fools!

It's a good habit to find a problem and start solving it right away, and Major General Parkinson happens to have that habit. He immediately arrested the cowardly defeatists, hung them from a tree, and then made a proclamation to the soldiers who were silent.

"All have heard that the honor of the kingdom is at stake in this war, and that it can only be forward, and not retreated at any time. ”

The Major General's tone became sinister, and his eyes glanced at the overseers standing solemnly.

"If anyone retreats, it will be regarded as treason, and the law will be corrected on the spot, and there will be no forgiveness. ”

The soldiers' bodies trembled, and many of them stole a sneak glance at the overseers, who were quickly frightened by the iron-plated faces.

"Warriors of Albion, the time has come to make a difference!"

Satisfied with the effect he had made, Major General Parkinson drew his command knife and shouted at maximum volume:

"For the Mother Goddess! For the Queen!"

"Long live Her Majesty the Queen!!"

The officers took a step forward, shouting with their hands raised, and the soldiers also took a step forward, raising their rifles and shouting slogans. The howls of "Hooray, hooray!" floated to the positions of the principality's army, and just after breakfast, the burping bears poked their heads out of the trenches and looked curiously at the other end of the battle line.

Soon, under the reprimand of the officers and the correction of leather boots, they ceased to be curious, quickly took up their weapons and clinged to the side walls of the trenches.

The people of Albion are coming.

The first to greet was the artillery, hundreds of artillery pieces made an extremely spectacular scene, the ground and air artillery carefully cultivated the positions that had not been broken through yesterday, the explosions - shells and detonated mines, together created a dense roar, the crouching in the trenches of the bear soldiers clung to their rifles, covered their ears, some were shouting, but no one could hear anything other than the explosion.

"They're going to bury us alive with shells!"

One of the soldiers next to Zaitsev made a desperate voice, but the explosion drowned out his speech, and his comrades around him covered their ears so that no one could hear what he said, but this was the same feeling from everyone, including Zaitsev.

Drowning the opponent with shells is an extremely monotonous, almost technical tactic, as long as the barrel of the shells is enough, the gunner's skills are not too bad, anyone can do this. But no one can ignore the enormous threat posed by artillery cover – both physical and psychological.

The overwhelming artillery fire is not used to create a spectacular scene, and the barrage is gradually clearing the obstacles in the path of the Albiang army, and the mines, horses, square nails, and corpses are all bathed in the baptism of shells, and they continue to disappear from the eyes.

The people of Albion seem to have an inexhaustible supply of shells. Zaitsev felt the shaking of the ground intensifying, and such a thought came to his heart as he trembled with the ground. Apparently the hairless monkeys had learned from their previous failures and were no longer rashly sending infantry for a surprise attack, and their intention was to wipe the positions and fortresses off the face of the earth with shells, inch by inch, without giving the glorious principality a chance.

In order to save money and time, as well as technical secrecy, the trenches of the Principality Army were not the complex zigzag shapes of modern trenches, but large sections of straight lines. It is sufficient to defend against howitzers and cannons, but in the event of a ballistic curved mortar, grenade, or vertical strike from the air, this structure has no effect.

The Albians had no mortars, and the grenadiers were still approaching the first trench, but the floating gunboats were forming a line of battle, pouring shells at the trenches. With the advantage of altitude, the range and accuracy of the firepower of the floating gunboat are better than those of their counterparts on the ground, especially the grenade launched in the air, the end trajectory of which is almost perpendicular to the ground, once it falls into the trench and explodes, the shrapnel flying horizontally will not be blocked in any way.

Woo...... Rumble!!

The shock wave spread to the bottom of the trench, the strong smell of gunsmoke filled Zaitsev's nostrils, the earth poured on his back like a downpour, and an arm rolled down in front of the young soldier. He paused for a moment and picked up the arm.

"Maybe anyone else needs this. ”

He muttered quietly, as if to convince himself, and just then, the waves of the explosion faded away, and the light-hearted "March of the Grenadiers" and the cries of humanity came over.

He didn't understand Albion, he didn't know what he was saying, but he knew what to do next.

The whistle and the roar of the officers "Ready for battle!" rang out, and Zaitsev raised his gun and put an officer wielding a command knife into the door.

At the same time, Major Conig lowered his binoculars and pressed the throat receiver to give instructions to the elven snipers who were hiding everywhere.

"Gentlemen, get ready, our patrons have come to the door. ”

Dozens of sniper rifles aimed at their respective prey, and then under the cover of the salvo of the principality army, a large wave of 7.92mm sniper special rounds rushed towards the heads. (To be continued......)