Chapter 57
My Empire Chapter 57
2020-11-03
Chapter 57 57 Naru Street FightUnfortunately, he still did not expect that when he was preparing for the Final Struggle, the city of Naru would The gate has been pushed away by the defenders themselves. The soldiers standing on the city wall put down the long sword and long spear in their hands, the green king flag of the Arrant Empire, and were thrown off the tall and heavy city wall of Naru in the wind.
Teams of Alanhill soldiers poured into Naru City. After seeing the king's flag of Alanhill, the slightly nervous citizens retreated into the building. Almost filled with densely packed M42 helmets.
In the wooden attic, a teenager hung the black king flag of Alanhill that had been prepared for a long time outside his window, and was then pulled back into the room by his terrified girlfriend.
Soon, a steward hung a larger black king flag outside the gate of a mansion with a single-family house, and then the black king flag was like a contagious germ. The streets spread.
"Long live Alanhill!" a woman watching at the door of a street-side house shouted to the Alanhill Grenadiers who passed in front of him. She had long been looking forward to the day when the greedy City Lord had ruined his family, and her daily prayer was that someone could overthrow it.
"Go back to the house! It's dangerous here!" A grenadier with a grenade on his chest stopped in front of the woman, extending the hand with a push motion.
His action made the woman's eyes instantly wet, because if her son hadn't been killed by that hateful City Lord, he should have been so big now to the young grenadier in front of him. She looked at each other with tears in her eyes, crying hysterically: "Kill those bastards! Kill that bastard City Lord!" , according to his equipment, quickly followed his troops.
A decaying empire needs only a little external force, and it will collapse in an instant like a sand and gravel castle facing the waves. The Arrant Empire has been decaying for hundreds of years, and the only thing that maintains this empire is an equally decayed Holy Demon Emperor.
At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, a group of elite infantry in gray armor has formed a phalanx. Not everyone is surrounded by Alanhill. Naru, with a population of hundreds of thousands, is very huge. As City Lord Adam, it is actually very easy to cultivate a group of his cronies.
After all, Adam, the greedy and depraved City Lord, is not stupid. These elites outside City Lord's Mansion are the vested interests he has cultivated over the years, and they are also his most loyal direct line troops.
"Draw your sword! Prepare for battle!" Adam's cronie general took out the accessories around his waist and shouted to the soldiers who were also densely packed behind him. Following his shout, those fierce soldiers also drew their weapons.
"Those useless City Guards can't even defend the city walls, so they directly opened the city gates and let the enemy in! A group of trash!" The officer spat, carrying a long Sword cursed coldly.
He has every reason to look down on those City Guards who normally don't even get a salary and have no combat capability at all. The elites behind him can face ten times the number of City Guard idiots.
With just one charge, he can defeat the approaching enemy, and then take advantage of the chaos to take back the lost city wall. At that point, he'll find time to settle accounts with the damn City Guards—that's what the general had in mind.
"Long live Alanhill!" Suddenly, he heard some shouts, at first he thought it was the cheers from the Alanhill soldiers who occupied the city wall, but as these sounds became more and more The bigger the general, the Arrant general also realized that these cheers may be from the citizens of Naru City...
"Damn!" He squeezed the long sword in his hand, and cursed in his heart. Just as he cursed this sentence, at the end of the street in the distance, columns of Alanhill's grenadiers appeared.
"Let them see! The true strength of the Arrant warrior!" The general forced his composure, pointed his sword to the front, and issued an order to attack: "Go!"
Behind him, line after line of Tarrant soldiers began to squirm forward. The sound of the armor hitting oh la la oh la la was loud, and the long sword reflected a dazzling light in the sun. Countless soldiers shouted, covering the cheers of Alanhill in the distance: "Long live Arrant!"
"Hula!" The Alanhill Grenadiers in the front row stopped their steps, and they one -knee kneels, holding up his Mauser rifle. Behind them, the second platoon of soldiers stood up straight and also took up their weapons.
"oh la la!" Almost at the same time, the two platoons of soldiers pulled the bolts of their guns and loaded the bullets into the chambers. On the opposite side of them, those Arrant soldiers holding bright long swords were at least 40 meters away from them.
"Bah! Bah!" A crackle of gunshots rang out, and the bullets crashed into the wall of Arrant soldiers. The huge impact ripped apart the thin armor, and the bullets sank into the flesh and blood inside the armor after being severely deformed.
The Arrant soldier in the front screamed and collapsed, and the Arrant soldier in the second row was stunned on the spot. Many of them didn't see what the other side was doing, and only heard a sharp sound, and saw their companions in front of them fall in a pool of blood.
The next second, they saw the Alanhill soldiers on the opposite side pull the bolts neatly and pull out the metal cartridges in the chambers in a thin layer of smoke. The soldiers then pushed the bolt back into its original position, ignoring the hot, rolling cartridge cases under their feet.
Accompanied by their seemingly rhythmic movements, there is another "oh la la" sound from the friction of the bolts representing death. The Alanhill Grenadiers fired their second round of fire because it was so close that it was almost impossible to aim.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!" There was another crackle of gunshots. The second row finally saw the enemy Arrant soldiers on the opposite side. Before they could step over the corpses of their comrades in the front row, Just got hit by a new round of bullets.
The fear did not spread easily, because I knew that the powerful soldier on the opposite side was now clutching his chest and stomach and fell to the ground. The Arrant soldiers who were crowding forward had no idea what was going on, all they knew was that their team seemed to have stopped and could no longer move forward.
"What the hell is that sound?" A soldier asked his comrades beside him a little worriedly. He heard the sound getting closer, and his courage seemed to be slipping away from his body. But he asked in vain, because the comrades around him were also full of doubts and nervousness at this moment.
When the fifth shot was fired, the Alanhill infantrymen in the first two platoons immediately gave up their positions. Behind them, the other two platoons of soldiers who had been ready stepped forward and took over. the shooting position.
In front of them, there was a sea of corpses and blood. Countless soldiers of the Arrant Empire fell on this street, blood flowed along the cracks and textures on the stone-built street, and finally merged into the drains on both sides.
These Alanhill Grenadiers who have been trained countless times ignore the disgusting pictures, they are just mechanical, and operate their weapons according to their normal training, some even even The eyes didn't even lift.
Seconds later, the soldiers of the Arrant Empire, who had been shaved off a great deal, finally realized their situation. Arrant's army, who had already laid down at least seven or eight platoons of soldiers, finally lost what little courage they had.
Countless people crowded backwards, hoping to exit this alley that symbolized death, and the people behind continued to move forward under the urging of generals and officers. The chaotic scenes made the retreat and any advance a joke, with the armies of the Arrant Empire blocking themselves in a narrow path.
"Let me go! The front is already defeated!" A soldier who was pushed back by his own people screamed and begged to the soldier behind him. The soldier behind him couldn't even turn back, so he could only explain his tragic situation to the person in front of him: "I can't turn back, someone pushes me from behind!"
"Go back! Go back!" The Arrant soldiers further ahead saw the Alanhill Grenadiers who were moving forward with their black muzzles passing through the thin mist raised by the shooting, and pleading with a pale look.
Beside him, the desperate man knelt on the ground, loudly praying to the soldier on the opposite side, hoping that the other side could let him live. However, no matter whether they surrendered or retreated, the rhythmic gunshots still rang out again and again, as if it was the bell of the end sounded by the devil.
"What's going on?" The general of the Arrant Empire, who was standing in the line, held his long sword and looked at the stagnant army, frowned not knowing what to do. He thought that the opponent might be difficult to deal with, but he really never thought that his well-equipped and well-trained elite troops would be so easily blocked by the opponent.
At this time, Alanhill's soldiers also appeared in other directions. These soldiers compressed the defense line of the elite soldiers of the Arrant Empire assembled around the City Lord's Mansion from all directions, shrinking the encirclement little by little.
"Hold me up!" The dangerous Arrant general was heard from the dense gunshots. At this time, there was no hope of regaining the city. What he was thinking about now was how to regroup and break through this matter.
Just as he was about to gather his cronies and plan to take his troops back to the City Lord's Mansion to continue resisting, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed right at his feet. He was taken aback and looked down just to see a black cylindrical iron knot attached to a pale-yellow wooden handle, and the end of the wooden handle was spewing white smoke.
(end of this chapter)