I Will Be The Crowned King - v4 Chapter 479 iron box

"Then, what is that?!"

"Voice...Listen to the movement on the other side, it seems that something is coming towards us!"

"This, this movement, it sounds good, it seems... like a steam train!"

"What are you crazy about, this is the new world, where can you get a track that the train can run on!"

"Don't say it, I worked as a railway engineer in Beigang, and this movement really sounds like the sound of a steam core!"

The soldiers in the trenches quarreled endlessly, staring blankly at what came from the darkness, the rumbling sound like muffled thunder, until the officer’s scolding finally interrupted their quarrel, and they were nervous in the trenches. Expand the line formation, stick out the muzzle from the bunker, and prepare to block the incoming enemy.

The position under his feet was shaking slightly, and the choking smell of smoke wafted in the air, recalling the memory of the line soldier once working as a railway worker; he also smelled a similar smell at that time, lying on the railroad sleepers, relying on the vibration. Determine how long it will take for the steam train to pass you.

Getting closer, getting closer... It's coming, it's coming, it's already close...

"What are you talking about!"

The officer drew out his saber and smashed the soldier's shoulder with the back of the knife: "Stand steady with the weapon, don't be distracted, can you hear me clearly?!"

"Listen clearly!" The soldier who suddenly woke up turned his head: "Five hundred meters, company commander."

"Um?"

"The voice on the other side... It's less than 500 meters away from us... Now there are only about 400 left."

Four hundred... The grenadier company commander's face was extremely ugly. The enemy was approaching four hundred meters, and there was still no useful information on the position, which proved that the sentry station and scouts left behind in the front row had been wiped out.

And there has never been any unwanted sound...

The grenadier company commander was pale, staring at the darkness in front of him: "Everyone - prepare to shoot, who, report the coordinates!"

"Yes!"

The trembling soldier loading his gun shouted, "Three hundred and fifty meters!"

"Listen to my orders, all of them have - aim!"

The ground beneath his feet was trembling slightly, and the soldiers hiding in the trenches were also trembling non-stop. They raised their black muzzles and aimed at the enemy who could only be discerned indistinctly.

And when they really saw their enemy, they were completely stunned by the unimaginable picture.

The giant behemoth glowing with metallic luster spewed billowing steam, slowly emerged from the dark night, and approached the defensive line in a leisurely manner.

It...they are neatly arranged in three rows of five in a staggered pattern, advancing at a constant speed at the same time; no packhorses to pull, no peasants to push; what the stunned grenadiers saw There is only steam that covers the sky, plus a huge metal box.

Well, it looks like the iron tank is equipped with levers and gear transmissions, pushing the wheels through the steam core... The principle is probably similar to that of a steam train.

Unlike the colonies and the imperial people, most of the soldiers and immigrants from Clovis had a little impression of steam trains, and they subconsciously associated the "iron box" in front of them with that thing.

But without a track, how did this thing run on land?

Just as the soldiers were stunned, the "water tanks" on the opposite side suddenly stopped advancing, and the one on the left in the front row looked like a proud line soldier drummer, erecting the Ring of Order flag directly above it, fiercely. swing forward.

It... is this a salvo?

Although the company commander with an inexplicable face couldn't understand the situation, he instinctively issued a covert order to let the soldiers hide in the trenches obediently.

Then... this became the last order he regretted the most.

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"Land Cruiser?"

In the artillery position, the young knight who just rushed over personally urged the soldiers to prepare for defense, while trying to understand the information just obtained: "You mean that the Holy See has created a steam train that can use no rails, and can be used in it. Transporting soldiers and installing artillery?"

"It's a little bit different, but you can totally understand it." Fabian followed Louis with an expressionless face, keeping a half-step distance from him: "But it's not just scary. ."

"The birth of this weapon marks that the Holy See has completely completed the miniaturization of the steam core, and it must be equipped with various weapons that they have just developed and are still in the experimental stage - you are welcome, I think you should immediately organize The New World Legion breaks through, it can't be delayed for a moment!"

"Oh, because of a new type of weapon?"

As a knight, Louis frowned in disbelief, then suddenly stopped: "You mean that our current tactics and equipment are not enough to resist it?"

"I don't know." Fabian shook his head:

"But the person who told me this information said that the Holy See has spent fifteen years for this 'new weapon', the purpose is to quickly defeat the existing elite legions of most countries in the world of order with a small number of troops. "

"The reason is not difficult to understand. The Holy See, which has been deprived of the right to intervene in the world, has not formed a decent army for many years; what they need is not a large-scale army, but a weapon to win with one blow."

"As for whether it's really not enough to resist... I'm afraid it's not my turn to answer this question."

Louis nodded slightly... Obviously, the Holy See is determined to bring this weapon to the New World, in order to use the flesh and blood of the New World Legion and the millions of people of the Free Confederation to complete their final combat test.

"Boom-!!"

While the two were still discussing, a thunderous roar came from the front of the position.

"There's..." The stunned young knight turned his head sharply, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

"The first position on the northwest side, the grenadier regiment has a battalion of troops stationed there in advance."

Fabian's face was expressionless: "Grenadiers are the best equipped elites of the Storm Legion except for the guard company... There are three small-caliber howitzers, and all members are equipped with Borne rifles and Leopold rifles. Double short-barreled shotguns and grenades were deployed to squad level."

"They...should be the most suitable 'test' targets."

Louis' face sank, and in addition to being shocked and incredulous, he glanced at Fabian with a hint of disgust.

This person... in his heart, has he already regarded the soldiers of that battalion as dead?

An inexplicable anger rose in the heart of the young knight, but he couldn't do anything now, or he had to wait for everything... The enemy appeared too fast, no matter whether to organize defense, counterattack or break through, artillery positions and guards on various lines of defense. The army needs time to adjust.

The ear-piercing roar and cannon flames complemented each other on the ground, and countless shouts and killings penetrated the night and echoed in the ears of the two of them.

Fabian silently took out his pocket watch, staring at the dial with bloodshot eyes; the rotating hands seemed to have some kind of magic power at this moment, which could make him hear the mourning of countless people and see a fallen watch. A corpse in a pool of blood.

Five minutes, ten minutes... Just when the silent two men felt that they were about to endure the limit, the railroad worker, who was so embarrassed that he couldn't even find a hat, finally ran to the artillery position:

"Report! The 4th Infantry Company of the 2nd Infantry Battalion of the Grenadier Regiment... has suffered more than half of the casualties, lost their positions, and the remaining troops have no legal organization, and are withdrawing to the second line of defense... and flee!"

"Company commander Sanders Wain was attacked by an unknown burst of rifles, and he and his soldiers were killed in the front trenches... There are no bones left!"

"boom!"

Fabian, who was expressionless, smashed the pocket watch in his hand, and his right hand, which was full of metal parts and glass slag, was bloody.

"Artillery!" Louis, who had been trying his best to restrain himself, finally couldn't hold back, and roared around the position: "Tell me, how long will it take you?!"

"Sir, we..."

"Five minutes, fire a salvo on the first position immediately after five minutes; no matter how many artillery pieces you have ready and how many shells you have, shoot them all at once, and don't leave one!"

"Ah... ah, obey, obey!"

The artillery officer who saw the Marshal's expression like this for the first time immediately panicked, and began to growl at his subordinates as if in a dream.

Louis put his hands behind his back and looked back at Fabian: "Behind the grenadier regiment are two line infantry regiments in Yangfan City... The equipment is not as good as yours, but it should be able to last for more than ten minutes."

"Before I came, I had ordered the cuirassiers to assemble and stand by. If you count the miscellaneous troops, there should always be three or four thousand people. Even if you can't destroy those strange weapons, at least you can..."

"No, no!"

Before he could finish speaking, the railway worker who had just escaped grabbed the hem of the young knight's clothes: "Quick, let them all retreat!"

"Retreat?"

"Hurry up, you have to hurry up, if you don't hurry, it will be too late!" The railway worker was at a loss, and he couldn't even speak clearly: "It's not just the artillery... Those big iron boxes... can't be destroyed at all... And..."

"And?!" Fabian suddenly stepped forward with a condensed gaze.

The railway worker turned his head sharply, staring at the deputy commander, who had already been furious in his heart, and his tears suddenly overflowed like a flood that broke down a dam: "Spit fire..."

"That iron box monster... can breathe fire ah ah ah ah!"

Looking at the sobbing soldiers, Fabien and Louis looked at each other silently, and at the same time saw panic in each other's pupils.

The situation was even worse than they expected.

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"Commander, under the trench on the left, there are two soldiers who are trying to ambush us and clear them up."

Grad Manfred, who was sitting in the center of the three periscopes in the body of the "steel monster" that was billowing with heat, said lightly, "Target a little bit, we are a temporary operation this time, and we only have half a base of ammunition."

"Ming~ Bai~ Lord Captain!"

The one who responded to him was a strong man with a naked upper body and a face covered with golden fluff. He was laughing and stuffing a metallic shell into the magazine:

"By the way, why don't you hand over such a good target to those sub-gunners? There should be enough bullets, right?"

"The angle is too biased. The 'cruiser' was not designed to approach the depression angle problem at the beginning. To kill them, you must let the sub-gunner bring a gun to the hatch; that way there is a possibility of being shot by the enemy, which is too dangerous." Grande shook his head:

"It seems to be really perfect, and it doesn't seem to be completely like that when it is used... Alas, those lunatics in the monastery are really disappointing!"

"Is there? Why do I think it's not bad..." The gunner muttered softly, locking the breech carefully, and then...

"Boom!"

The golden-red fire swept across the trench, and there was a shrill scream from the pile of corpses that could no longer be seen, and the shattered pieces of meat scattered into the sky.

And this is just the beginning.

"There is an enemy gathering right in front of you. It is estimated that there are about ten to twenty people." A sub-gunner, who was half-squatting on the ground in front, holding what looked like a steam spray gun, said coldly:

"Request an order to fire!"

"Slow down, don't be in such a hurry." Glad raised his head with a smile, and looked at the opposite side from the periscope, who were scrambling to gather in the trenches, as if planning to charge a dozen figures with bayonets.

Looking at their expressions, it seems that they are very clear that they can't stop themselves with the weapons in their hands, but they still came without hesitation. This is really...

"Wait a little longer, and wait for them to rush up to die."

"Follow your orders!"

With an expression as if he was watching a good show, Grad stared at the picture in the periscope with anticipation.

Sure enough... After noticing that the "iron box monster" in front of him had stopped moving, a dozen soldiers from Sail City finally raised their bayonets and charged forward, 60 meters, 40 meters, 30 meters...

The deputy gunner pulled the trigger silently, like shaking a grinding disc, and turned the small rocker arm on the gun unhurriedly. The unremarkable muzzle spewed out fireworks that did not seem to go out, and the bullets were not interrupted. swept towards those indomitable figures. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

And then... watch them fall like wheat harvested by a scythe.

"Um?!"

Just after smashing the entire row of enemies into pieces, the wide-eyed deputy gunner saw the figure still hiding behind them, holding a dozen bundled grenades, trying to climb over here.

The soldier who seemed to be aware of his exposure from the muzzle of the gun, who was frightened and frightened, actually stood up, raised the grenade above his head, and tried his best to throw it directly on top of the "cruiser".

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!"

The unwilling roar echoed in the sea of ​​​​fire, and the deputy gunner was stunned; Glad Manfred, who had been laughing and watching the show, suddenly turned cold, got up, pushed open the hatch at the top, and pulled out his revolver to aim. The soldier pulled the trigger decisively.

"Boom!"

The lead bullet hit the center of the grenade precisely, and the soldiers who had not had time to throw it out were directly blasted into the sky.

"The regiment, the regiment leader, I..."

"Next time, don't hesitate, let alone have any sympathy; you killed heretics and false believers. They are the mortal enemies of the Ring of Order, and they are not human." Grad said coldly:

"Driver, keep moving forward—target the New World Army Corps Position Command!"

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