Great Warlord: The Second Ancestor of the Empire

"Captain, are you okay?" After killing two Rakshasa soldiers, the soldier from the fifth division looked at his captain with a worried look.

The captain's right leg and left arm were hit, and he could only sit paralyzed in the ditch with his back against the wall.

"Leave me alone! Charge forward, charge forward!" The captain could only use his right arm to order the soldiers under his command, asking them to charge forward.

They were about to arrive at the artillery position. The Rakshasa soldiers guarding the intersection were killed by their side, and the new defenders were not in place yet.

This is a good opportunity to rush over. If it's more than ten seconds later, the person from the opposite side will arrive to fill the position.

After hearing the captain's words, the soldier next to him could only abandon the captain temporarily, then picked up his rifle and quickly crawled towards the T-shaped opening.

Just when the soldier was about to climb to the end, four or five more Rakshasa soldiers jumped into the ditch and occupied the T-junction first.

This time, the Rakshasa soldiers were very close to the soldiers of the Fifth Division. After they climbed down the ditch, they did not need to aim, they just raised their guns and shot.

In such a narrow canal, there is no room for shelter.

When the soldier at the front saw four or five Rakshasa soldiers coming in and aiming their guns at him, he knew that there was absolutely no chance of him surviving. With the idea of ​​killing one without loss, the soldier also raised his gun.

The two sides started shooting at each other with a distance of less than five meters.

The soldier of the Fifth Division was shot four times, and before he fell to the ground, he also shot two people on the opposite side with the same shot.

At the same time, due to the close distance and the small space, the four shots fired by the Rakshasa soldiers all hit the first Daxia soldier and did not hit the person behind him.

Moreover, the Rakshasa people use bolt-action rifles, and to fire a shot, you need to pull the bolt.

Now of the four people on the opposite side, two are dead, and the remaining two are now pulling the bolt.

On Daxia's side, after the soldier fell, he gave way to the shooting position for his companions behind him.

The soldier behind him didn't say much. He just raised his submachine gun and fired a burst of fire, killing the two Rakshasa soldiers on the spot.

But just when he was about to rush forward again, two grenades were thrown in from above the ditch.

The soldier didn't think about it, so he jumped forward and put the grenade under his body.

Weapons like grenades are more lethal in a confined space than in an open space.

There was an experiment before. The same type of grenade could only form a killing range of ten meters in an open space.

But if a grenade is placed in a trench, the shock wave of the grenade will extend in the direction of the trench, and the furthest shock wave will return to about 20 meters.

Therefore, Lin Yi stipulated that the trenches built by Daxia soldiers should not be straight, but must have many turns, just to avoid bombs falling into the trenches and causing huge casualties to the soldiers in the trenches.

Even on some specific occasions, soldiers are required to use their flesh and blood to block the explosion of grenades.

Therefore, after seeing the two grenades, the soldier pounced on them without hesitation.

Because he is the first, whether he pounces or not, he will be the first to die.

At the same time, if he didn't pounce on him, not only he would die, but also the soldiers behind him. On the contrary, if he pounced on him and put the grenade under him, his companions behind him might still survive.

"Boom..."

There were two loud noises, the grenade exploded, and the soldier was blown to pieces.

The soldiers who were left behind by him all had red eyes. Suddenly, five or six soldiers threw grenades, pulled the fuse, and threw them in all directions.

There was a series of explosions, and screams suddenly sounded outside the canal.

"Throw it again, and then charge!" The captain looked at the soldiers under his hand and saw that the effect of throwing the grenade was extremely good, so he ordered the soldiers to throw the grenade again.

After hearing the captain's words, the soldiers did not hesitate, immediately took out the grenades and threw them out.

This time, the soldiers did not throw grenades autonomously, but in the form of orders, so this time more than twenty grenades were thrown out.

The scale of the explosion this time was completely different from the last time. A series of explosions made the surrounding soil fall directly on them like rain.

"Fix bayonets, charge forward..." Before the captain could finish his words, a bigger explosion than before happened.

An orange-red fireball suddenly appeared in the sky, dyeing everything around it a layer of orange.

The captain felt as if there were springs under his butt, and like he was sitting on a fast-running carriage.

His lungs felt like they were being hit hard with a sledgehammer, leaving him breathless.

And his head was like being covered in a big bell, and then there were people outside who were constantly hitting the big bell.

His mind was confused and there was a trace of blood flowing out of his mouth.

The captain didn't know that he just had people throw a wave of grenades, why did such a big explosion happen?

However, the captain now knows one thing, that is, he is in a low-lying area and has received such a huge impact, but what about the Rakshasa people above?

It will definitely be worse than people like myself.

So, the captain used all his strength but still shouted in a low voice: "Attack, attack!"

Every time he shouted, a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth. The captain knew that he must have suffered serious internal injuries.

But he didn't dare to take any pause.

While shouting, he grabbed a rifle, forced himself to stand up, and wanted to join the attack.

To be honest, the soldiers under him probably didn't hear the captain's words clearly, but they vaguely saw that their captain had stood up, and they all understood what the captain meant.

These soldiers also stood up tremblingly, pulled out bayonets from their waists, and stuck them in the muzzles of their guns.

"Long live the Empire, long live the Emperor!"

Although some of these soldiers were still unsteady, they all roared at the top of their lungs.

Then, holding their guns, they wanted to roll over to the ground and launch an attack on the Rakshasa artillery position.

However, when they climbed up to the ground, they discovered that at least half of the artillery positions outside had been destroyed.

The ground was in a mess, with mutilated corpses everywhere, and even the office building was half destroyed by the bomb.

And only about ten meters away from their ditch, a huge deep pit suddenly appeared.

The soldiers didn't know that one of the wave of grenades they had just thrown had accidentally rolled to the place where the Rakshasa people had piled up the shells.

The grenade exploded, directly detonating the piled artillery shells.

Since more than a dozen boxes of artillery shells only had a caliber of 75 mm, the power of the explosion together still destroyed half of the artillery position.

As for the people around them, they also walked peacefully. At the moment of the explosion, a huge shock wave took away their lives.

At the same time, half of the originally sturdy office building collapsed.