Chapter 48 Secret Treasure
Chapter 48 Secret Treasure
In the blink of an eye, four days passed.
Position 145 is still holding, and there are still 12 hours before the general attack.
At night, Tommy called the roll and found that there were 122 people left in the company. The new death row prisoners had poor combat skills and were almost all killed.
Jiang He sat in the bunker and gulped down a bottle of rum to replenish his water. The heavy machine gun next to him was the second one. The first one had been scrapped due to wear and tear and repeated overheating of the barrel.
[Number of soldiers killed by the player: 1325/50]
Jiang He threw away the bottle of wine. The high-intensity combat and pitifully little sleep made his eyes inevitably bloodshot. Including today's results, the number successfully exceeded one thousand, but this was only a small scene. During the entire Battle of the Somme, the warring parties will continue to fight for four and a half months, with a total loss of 126.5 million people. It was a veritable hell on earth.
After dinner, the deputy company commander came again. This time he brought a thousand people with him. It took a long time just to leave the tunnel. Almost all the death row prisoners in England were here, and they were carrying a large number of guns and ammunition.
The lieutenant had a bandage on his right arm and was covered in dust and blood. He couldn't help but feel angry when he saw his former adjutant.
"I understand now. You plan to use Position 145 to deal with the death row inmates, right?"
Tommy was relatively objective. He found the map and analyzed, "A Prussian infantry division is gathered around Position 145. This defense line now has a big loophole. If we go further, there may be a real gap. From a global perspective, the meaning of our existence is to consume the enemy's manpower through trench warfare."
The deputy company commander was a little embarrassed to speak, and said, "The major general has ordered that the 2nd Battalion of the Birmingham Infantry must launch a charge against the surrounding enemy forces tonight, creating a movement at all costs to create favorable conditions for the general attack tomorrow morning. Those who violate the order will be shot on the spot. In return, all the commander's requests will be granted as long as they are reasonable."
The lieutenant stood up angrily, took out his revolver and pointed it at the deputy company commander's forehead, shouting: "This is an absolute suicide operation. All the veterans in our company are almost wiped out!"
"For the sun never sets!" the deputy company commander shouted, "I will fight alongside you!"
"Damn the Prussians!" the lieutenant cursed and immediately ordered:
"Tommy, Lieutenant Machine Gun Captain."
"Rhine, Lieutenant Assault Company Commander."
"Arthur and Barney, Lieutenant Infantry Captain."
"And I want to leave a knighthood for my son, and send the medal directly back to the mainland. If the major general agrees, I will lead the charge tonight."
The deputy company commander knew that most knighthoods could not be inherited, but that was a headache for his superiors, so he found the signalman to convey the lieutenant's request.
On the other side of the bunker, Tommy lit a cigarette, stubbed out the match, and asked, "Which side do you think we should fight? To be honest, I'm beginning to hate war. Damn the meritorious service."
Jiang He naturally preferred to complete his own goal. "The two infantry battalions at the 144th battlefield were wiped out. The one next door is Colonel Kahn Fredenburg, who was originally stationed at the 143rd position. He is an old nobleman and his artillery regiment has a lot of shells. If we take down his artillery, we will have a chance to survive until dawn."
[Hint: Your reputation +1000]
[Hint: You have become a lieutenant (2000/2000)]
"Military rank increases very quickly, almost as fast as the rate of death." Jiang He said with a chuckle. He has not found any significant help in the promotion of military rank for the time being.
Tommy did not object to someone's suggestion. Tonight was nothing more than a death sentence, and it didn't matter which direction they charged. As for the lieutenant, he probably didn't care about such a small matter.
……
Late at night, the rain poured down.
The simply reorganized Birmingham 144nd Infantry Battalion rushed out to the right and attacked the next-door position No. . The lieutenant rushed to the front with a revolver and someone else, who was carrying a Maxim heavy machine gun. Charles X was responsible for loading the ammunition. Now all the soldiers on their side believed that "Charlie" was a synonym for bravery and curse.
It was raining heavily, but the artillery fire never stopped for the slightest. The artillery fire roared and there were countless flashes of exploding shells on the left and right, continuously illuminating the rainy night.
The Prussians were hiding in bunkers everywhere. The sound of the assault company's advance was covered by artillery shells and falling rain. As the grenade packages prepared in advance were thrown into the bunkers, several explosions sounded, and most of the infantry battalion responsible for the garrison was lost, and the battle officially began.
The sound of a horn echoed like it could pierce the eardrums.
A flash of lightning cut through the night sky, and countless Prussian soldiers rushed out of their simple fortifications and counterattacked the enemy under the leadership of their officers.
Jiang He was guarding the entrance of a trench, and his heavy machine gun was spraying a metal storm. The sharp and dense barrage of bullets swept across the entire passage in front of him, and dozens of people were shot like sieves.
Another wave of bullets shot and killed Charles X. Jiang He quickly turned around to empty the bullets. He threw the heavy machine gun aside to leave it to the machine gun company, took off his rifle with a bayonet and led the way through the blockade, with more than 200 privates following behind him.
"Prince of the Rhine, I want to be Charles XI!"
"Follow!"
The lieutenant fired repeatedly, but his accuracy was poor in the rainy night. He yelled and waved sideways. There were at least four or five thousand Prussian soldiers in position 144, and few people in the assault company could survive.
……
at the same time.
On the high slope of the No. 144 position, a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo had a grim look in his eyes and let the rain soak his whole body. He held the rapier at his waist in his left hand and a simple-style sniper rifle in his right hand, which was covered with carvings and wrapped with layers of coarse cloth.
When a knight dies, there is a 1% chance that the soul weapon will continue and merge with the most important item in the knight's life, sublimating into an extraordinary item - a secret treasure, and will inherit the knight's main ability.
The secret treasure also follows the unique principle. Before it is destroyed, the knight it represents cannot be born, and the alchemical matrix ritual for forging soul weapons is bound to fail, without exception.
On the high slope, surrounded by a dozen servants with bloodshot eyes, Kahn Fredenburg raised the sniper rifle with one hand. It was an heirloom of the Fredenburg family, originating from the modern Gopher Knights, and had the special effect of enhancing the bullet's ability to shatter.
In sight, thousands of British soldiers were attacking their positions and advancing continuously in the trench passages. The continuous falling shells from the sky did not damage the morale of the troops at all, mainly because in the chaos of the rainy night, it was difficult for the soldiers to fully observe their own casualties.
Kahn aimed at the officer who was charging in the front. The other party was holding a pistol and shouting continuously, which was completely exposed in front of him. As the trigger was pulled, the bullet flew out from the cold muzzle, and a ray of scarlet light penetrated the night at an incredible speed.
It seemed that at the same time as the shooting, the officer in the sight was shot. The bullet shattered his entire upper body, leaving only a broken corpse kneeling on the spot. The power was amazing.
With the death of the officer, the British soldiers' charge suddenly stopped, the bullets in their rifles were exhausted, and the battle turned into a more primitive bayonet fight.
Kahn carried the sniper rifle on his back, and a pair of blood-red wings suddenly spread out behind him. Every feather was as cold and hard as rock iron. He flapped his wings and took off, rushing towards the battlefield in a shadow, with the rapier in his hand unsheathed.
(End of this chapter)