Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters
Chapter 1235 - 39: Great Alliance Moves Forward (24)_2

Chapter 1235: Chapter 39: Great Alliance Moves Forward (24)_2

The soldiers of the Sixth Legion had never encountered such an enemy, like intense and silent lava, the Iron Peak County Military was more terrifying than the most fierce and fearless enemies they had faced today.

One hundred meters.

The musketeers of the Sixth Legion had already set up their firearms; yet the Iron Peak County Military continued to advance.

Ninety meters.

The fingers of the musketeers of the Sixth Legion could already feel the resistance from the firing lever; yet the Iron Peak County Military continued to advance.

Eighty meters.

The musketeers of the Sixth Legion felt their throats go dry and involuntarily swallowed; yet the Iron Peak County Military continued to advance.

Seventy meters.

The musketeers of the Sixth Legion looked nervously at their officers, eagerly awaiting orders; yet the Iron Peak County Military continued to advance.

Sixty meters.

Lieutenant Solin of the Sixth Legion felt his back soaked with cold sweat, he had never seen such tactics from the Iron Peak County Military, and he could vaguely guess their intentions, but he could not think of any way to counter them.

"Fire!" Lieutenant Solin shouted: "Fire!"

The musketeers of the Sixth Legion relievedly pulled the firing lever, the edges of the square formation burst into a string of flames, smoke filled the front, and a muffled sound of bodies hitting the ground came from behind the smoke.

But as the smoke cleared, the Iron Peak County Military continued to advance.

Fifty meters.

"Fire at will!" Lieutenant Solin urged the stunned musketeers sharply: "Reload quickly!"

The musketeers awoke as if from a dream, hastily rummaging for their gunpowder pots and lead shot bags, yet many musketeers’ fingers seemed frozen, making it difficult even to pour gunpowder into the barrels.

And the Iron Peak County Military continued to advance.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

Under the fearful eyes of the enemy, the Iron Peak County Military halted and stood firm where they were.

"Three-round volley." Tamas turned and ordered: "Prepare."

"Three-round volley—prepare!" The sergeants shouted and relayed the order.

The second and third ranks of the Iron Peak County musketeers quickly filled the gaps between the first rank, standing dangerously close to each other, they set up their matchlock guns, aiming at the enemy in front.

In front of them, the musketeers of the Sixth Legion were frantically ramming lead bullets down the gun barrels. This time, the Iron Peak County Military would not give them another chance.

Tamas stepped back into the line and roared out the command:

"Let them hear the thunder!!!"

In an instant, the gunfire across the line converged into deafening thunder, the pent-up rage and hatred transformed into magnificent and dazzling flames.

The destructive volley shattered the facing sides of the two square formations of the Council Army.

More than the casualties, the will and morale of the Council Army suffered a more thorough destruction.

Before the thunderous roar had dissipated, the beast-like cries of battle had already begun.

A short Iron Peak County soldier rushed out of the formation first, leaping into the Sixth Legion’s formation filled with wounded soldiers and corpses, heading straight for the junior officer under the military banner.

It was as if countless Iron Peak County soldiers followed, charging out from the lingering smoke like a storm of steel and blood, engulfing the Council Army soldiers in a kind of bloody melee they had never seen before.

The once unbreakable rock crumbled into a brown torrent, and the besieged Council Army formation groaned in agony, collapsing irreversibly.

"Don’t stop!" Without meeting the officers of White Mountain County, Tamas led his men to attack another Council Army formation: "Drive them! Drive them to rout the other formations!"

As Tamas’s commanded troops engaged the Council Army, the large contingent of the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army Cavalry finally returned to the battlefield.

As the figure of the Council Army cavalry officer appeared across the river, the previously roaming scattered cavalry near the Iron Peak County Military immediately found a backbone, and the once disordered brown-clad cavalry quickly regrouped and formed ranks on the West Bank.

The second battalion commander had been closely observing the Council Army cavalry movements, because no matter how confident he and Tamas were in their troops, they could not change the fact that their force was merely a light infantry lacking cavalry cover.

Therefore, when Tamas’s commanded troops had already gained the advantage, the forces led by Bart Xialing did not immediately follow up.

For Bart Xialing, protecting the flank and rear of allied forces from attack was more important than expanding the results.

Indeed, as expected by Bart Xialing, when Tamas’s forces and the remnants of White Mountain County attacked the enemy of the Sixth Legion from both inside and outside, the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army’s cavalry was ready to charge.

"Listen up! Boys!" Bart Xialing walked past the front of each company, slowly checking the equipment of the musketeers, loudly encouraging: "Whether we win this battle doesn’t depend on the first battalion commander’s skills, but on our abilities! What does handling a few weak pseudo-army soldiers count for? Only if we can hold back the pseudo-army cavalry can we call ourselves Blood Wolf soldiers! As for the tedious chores..."

Bart Xialing stopped, looked at his men, and burst into laughter: "Let the first battalion commander handle those!"

The Iron Peak County soldiers beside Bart Xialing also laughed along.

As they spoke, the cavalry on the opposite side began to move, guiding the cavalry to split into two groups, encircling the Iron Peak County Military from left and right.

"Alright! Stand straight and do not retreat a single step." Bart Xialing put away his smile and retreated into the wall of men: "Three-round volley! Prepare!"

"Three-round volley!" The sergeants passed the order along the line like a relay: "Prepare!"