That's right, they had to hold on.
Behind the campsite was a gentle hillside, so it was almost impossible to retreat to the hilltop under the hail of bullets. Moreover, the rescue teams had split up, so they could not get reliable support in a short period of time. In such a disadvantageous situation, holding on was the only way to inflict the greatest damage to the enemy.
After all, the difference in numbers between the two sides was too great. Moreover, everyone's backpack was filled with food, clothes, and other supplies, and they did not even bring a single heavy machine gun. As a result, the weapons on both sides were basically at the same level, and it was difficult to rely on long-range firepower to make up for the lack of numbers like in the past.
50 versus 1,000. Fish Ball could already foresee the result.
He admitted that he was still a little afraid when this idea popped up in his mind, but he was no longer a coward who could only cover his head and cower. Fear would not affect his duty as a squad leader.
Even if he were to die here, he would make the other party pay the price!
Obviously, his teammates had the same idea, or else they would not have deliberately suppressed their shooting speed and let the enemy come within 200 meters of them.
They had limited bullets, so they could only achieve the best hit rate when fighting at a medium or close range.
Of course, the enemy's accuracy would also increase as the distance shortened. This was a double-edged sword, and willpower determined everything.
The hillside slowed down the enemy's movement. Fish Ball waited for nearly a minute before he saw someone enter the 100-meter radius. At this distance, he could already see the faces of the sneak attackers through the telescope. This once again confirmed his previous conjecture. Most of them had clean faces and did not look like refugees who had been fleeing in the wind and rain. Their actions and expressions did not show any signs that they were being forced.
He no longer had to worry about killing innocent people.
Fish Ball aimed at the enemy at the front and pulled the trigger.
His teammates also chose to open fire at the same time.
For a moment, the sound of gunfire in the campsite suddenly drowned out the enemy's movements. In the blink of an eye, the attackers at the front fell, and the momentum of the attack was immediately halted. The surrounding enemies all lay down and fired back at the First Army. It was unknown whether they had learned this method from previous battles or if they had been taught by the demons, but the situation became a mutual shooting.
While the two sides were in a deadlock, the enemies at the back pushed several two-wheeled carts covered with cloth to the front line.
Fish Ball was no stranger to this kind of thing. Compared to carriages and mules, handcarts that relied on human labor were more suitable for ordinary people, especially when the whole family was moving and needed to carry large amounts of goods. He had originally thought that they were just props used by the enemy to conceal their identity, but he did not expect that after they started charging, the enemy still did not give up on these cumbersome carts.
It wasn't until the cloth was lifted that Fish Ball realized that the cart was actually carrying a Mark I HMG!
"Da da da —"
The rapid firing immediately suppressed the firepower of the First Army, and the bullets equipped with tracer effects were much more accurate than those of bolt rifles. It was as if the area in front of the camp was boiling. The grassland full of blooming wildflowers and soil were splattered everywhere. If not for the defense of the camp, they would have lost the ability to fight back.
Fortunately, the enemy didn't set up a machine gun position at the furthest point, but instead threw it into the assault. Now that the machine guns were only about 200 meters away from the defensive line, and the First Army was spread out far enough, this gave them a chance to catch their breath.
"Hanson!" Fish Ball yelled.
Hanson gestured that he understood and ran to the edge of the camp with his rifle.
The First Army rarely encountered a situation where they were at a disadvantage in firepower. According to the regulations in the combat manual, once they were at a disadvantage in firepower, they should call for backup from the rear as soon as possible, or specifically target the enemy's firepower to counterattack. Obviously, the only action the rescue team could take at this time was to use efficient and accurate sniping to deter the enemy's attack.
While the machine guns were reloading, Fish Ball and his teammates raised their heads and fired ferociously, trying to attract the enemy's attention. Hanson did not disappoint. He shot down the shooters on the cart with two shots. Those who wanted to climb onto the cart were also shot down one by one.
Without the suppression of the machine guns, the enemy who had taken advantage of the momentum to charge forward were beaten back by a round of gunfire before they could run more than ten steps. The battle was back to square one.
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"Damn it, why haven't these useless people conquered the camp yet?" Marwayne looked up at the gradually setting sun and stamped his feet impatiently. "Viscount Narnos, aren't your men too timid? They can't even take down a flank! If this drags on until nightfall, the Graycastle people will escape! "
As commanders, they naturally did not have to rush to the front line like squires and mercenaries. Moreover, the Graycastle people never followed the rules of war of the nobles. They did not deliberately hold back or exchange their captives for ransom … None of that existed. They had long seen how the Graycastle people treated the nobles. If they led the charge like before, they would not receive any honor or respect, but would only be the first to be shot full of holes.
"They've tried their best, and your men aren't any better," Narnos said discontentedly. "They have the most men, but the front line is the furthest back. If your central force could advance another hundred steps, the camp would have been conquered long ago. "
"You —" Marwayne was speechless. He could only look at the front line gloomily, but he remembered this hatred in his heart.
When I become the Lord of Everwinter, I'll make you pay!
But the most important thing now was to win. Without victory, the Sky Lord would not treat him differently.
But he did not understand why the situation had become so stalemate.
Everything went smoothly according to plan. In order to prevent the Graycastle people from discovering a flaw, they did not choose to set up an ambush in the town, nor did they split up to outflank the enemy. In this valley, the strength and arrangement of both sides could be seen at a glance. Marwayne had carefully considered any detail that could lead to exposure. As for the townspeople who might leak the news, he did not let any of them escape.
And that was how things developed. By the time the Graycastle people realized something was wrong, the distance between the two sides had already shortened to a few hundred steps. Since they outnumbered the enemy with guns and had far more men, the battle should have ended quickly. But why was the stalemate so long and they still could not break into the camp?
Even if the enemy had one gun each, there would only be about fifty guns, while the allied forces of the nobles had more than two hundred guns!
In Marwayne's imagination, the Graycastle people should have been scared out of their wits when faced with such fierce firepower.
But what he saw seemed to be the other way around.
The allied forces were pressed down on the hillside and could not move. Several times, they charged forward but were repelled by the intense gunfire. The counterattack of the allied forces was not enough to weaken the defense of the Graycastle people. It was as if the enemy had three heads and six arms and could control a few guns at the same time.
The continuous firing guns that he had high hopes for were even more useless. Not only did they not destroy the will of the Graycastle people, but they also hit their own people when they charged. Looking from the foot of the hillside, he saw that the continuous firing guns that he had painstakingly transported up the hill were surrounded by corpses. No one dared to touch them anymore.
If this continued, wouldn't the beautiful future that he had been looking forward to turn into a bubble?
After all, the Kingdom of Everwinter could not produce bullets. If he could not seize enough ammunition in this battle, how would he have the chance to bite a piece of meat off the Graycastle people in the next battle?
"Don't be impatient, my lord," Fleur comforted him. "According to my observation, the enemy's gunfire has become much more sparse than before. Obviously, they are running out of ammunition. As long as we hold on a little longer, we can use the method that we are best at to win. After all, they only have guns, but we have everything. "
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