In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 790

Enrique felt as if he was in hell, with smoke, ashes, earthquakes, and explosions

It seemed like a century had passed before the sound of artillery fire stopped. He did not dare to get up because his crotch was already soaked. He reached out and pushed his comrade from the same village next to him: “Stop, stop lying down.”

But no response.

When he realized something was wrong and called Mr. “Military Doctor” over, he found that black blood was flowing from his hole and he was out of breath.

He squatted on the ground in a daze, and it was only when the military doctor stuffed a piece of chewing tobacco mixed with honey and licorice into his mouth that he felt that he was still alive.

After waking up, he discovered that the passage leading to the fort above his head had been completely destroyed. If the walls and protective doors below the fort had not been specially thickened to prevent the shell storage room from exploding, they would have been able to report to the underworld now.

“This is not the war I had in mind.”

Enrique murmured in a low voice. In his expectation, in this battle, he would display his proud shooting skills. He would be condescending and shoot one invader at a time. After the war, he would become the sheriff of the village or even the small town. .

“It’s not what I thought.”

Derem stuffed a cigarette into his mouth and let out a sigh of relief.

He had a deep sense of powerlessness. He once thought that after he was promoted to a knight and mastered the powerful combat skills given by God, he would no longer be as weak as before in worldly battles.

But the enemies he had faced, whether they were fierce Cuman mercenaries, Turkic cavalry, Saracen Mamluks, or Coptic cavalry, even if they drew their bows fully and fired arrows, they were no more than a hundred steps apart.

He could see the opponent’s full bow, cold blade, and fierce face.

But now he couldn’t even see the enemy, and he was already about to be killed by their artillery fire.

What made him feel even more desperate was that the enemy was not even a wizard. They were bombarded here indiscriminately, and they could not even consume the precious magic power of the spell casters on the opposite side to bring any help to the adults and their battle.

Moreover, it is said that their enemy is the richest country in all directions, and there is absolutely no risk of being short of arrows and stones like the Saracen army in the Middle Ages.

“Hurry up and rest. You never know when the enemy will come up.”

The commander of the fort, the horned man with a mustache and deep-set eyebrows, rummaged through the dirt and picked up his hat angrily: “Everyone who is still alive, please say something, these British sons of bitches , it’s like the shells are free.”

The British artillery positions no longer bombarded No. 1 Fort. Of course, their artillery shells cost money and had to be deployed from distant lands. This was the price of emasculating the colonial resistance.

But compared to Texas, as the first and currently only three industrialized countries in the world, they can carry ammunition that is unimaginable in Texas with just a 10,000-ton cargo ship.

In the evening, a group of British cavalry came along the mountain road. They stood proudly under the city of New Basilicata, admiring the bare hills that were bombarded by artillery fire.

“Under this kind of firepower, even if Texans were rats in the ground and evil spirits in the graves, they wouldn’t be able to survive.”

“I don’t know what those natives are afraid of. No matter what dirty things, monsters, or evil spirits they are, even if they are hit with a round of cannons, nothing will be left.”

They laughed and laughed for a while and then returned.

Behind the observation hole of the No. 1 Battery, which could almost be called a ruin, Enrique gritted his teeth: “Finally, someone alive is here!”

It’s such a terrible feeling to just be beaten and not be able to fight back.

He subconsciously took out his gun and poked out the shooting hole to take aim.

The rifle in his hand was a Martini Henry rifle, and it was the third improved version. It was a cutting-edge weapon of the British army that was originally stored in Shreveport for use by the expeditionary force.

But just when he was about to pull the trigger, the leader’s big and generous hand grasped the muzzle of the gun and pressed down: “They certainly didn’t expect that under such fierce artillery fire, there are still living people here. Wait until their large troops come up.” Fight again.”

He said, raising his tone: “Everyone retreat into the fortifications. It’s enough for me to be the only one left next to the observation hole.”

Hearing what he said, Enrique suddenly had a new understanding of this officer who usually seemed to have a vicious look and was always full of Sicilian country slang.

Just wait until the next morning.

Enrique didn’t know when he fell asleep last night. He only remembered that the military doctor pulled him and played several rounds of dice, winning all the cigarettes he received.

He shivered and climbed up wrapped in a blanket, feeling that his body was almost frozen.

At the urging of “Mr. Military Doctor”, he took out from under the cot the long loaf of bread wrapped in canvas that had been distributed to everyone last night, a small paper package of jam, and the same small paper package of meat sauce.

As a result, he couldn’t help but cursed – while he was sleeping last night, the damn mouse had tasted breakfast for him first.

“Mr. Drim, you are more knowledgeable than me. Please tell me, is there such a damn little thing in any corner of the world?”

He broke off the edges of the bread that had been gnawed by mice and ate his breakfast with a chewy taste of jam.

Derem smiled and replied: “I used to live in deserts and oases, and later I also wandered around the coastal areas of Egypt. I may not have visited many more places than you, but as far as I know, rats like this Planting things is just like mosquitoes and flies. Whether it is the palaces of princes and nobles or the shabby houses of ordinary people, they will not miss it. “

But at this moment, Jiaotou’s shout came from the corridor: “The enemy is coming up, prepare to fight!”

Enrique quickly stuffed the dry bread into his mouth, unscrewed the kettle and drank it hard. He picked up the gun and rushed into the corridor. There were already many comrades in front of him, hunched over, walking quickly towards the observation hole. Pushing aside the exit barrier, they filed into the trench.

Facing the early morning mist, they could clearly see a group of soldiers in the mountains carrying the Stars and Stripes flag and wearing tawny military uniforms, slowly advancing in a skirmish line.

“No one is allowed to shoot without my order!”

Kakutou warned loudly. He wore an officer’s hat crookedly and opened the back covers of the wooden handle grenades, revealing the long pull cords inside. They were filled with white crystal powder and had amazing destructive power. It was Dirk. The weapons recently installed by the Sass people, thanks to the strong physical fitness of the wolves, can often be used to perform functions similar to small-caliber howitzers.

Mr. “Military Doctor” also discharged three grenades and placed them in front of him. This was obtained after he showed his stone-throwing skills to the battery commander.

The enemy was about to enter the firing range, and the more than a hundred defenders of the No. 1 Fort were also ready.

But at this moment, a piercing scream sounded.

Enrique knew this sound all too well – enemy shelling!

Before he had time to run to the underground bunker, he dropped his weapon and lay down under the trench. Then there was a violent roar – even more violent than what he felt yesterday!

A shell exploded almost near him.

The shock wave blew him away for more than a meter.

Enrique’s mind went blank until someone shook him, and he got up from the ground unsteadily.

Mr. “Military Doctor” shouted into his ear: “The enemy didn’t notice us. They were just conducting routine shelling. It’s time for us to fight back!”

Bang–

Scattered gunshots rang out.

Enrique sat on the ground, unable to recover for a long time. There was a broken arm next to him, and there was a gold ring on his finger, which seemed to belong to William of Solace Town.

When he saw Derem, he rounded his arms and threw the grenade, followed by a violent explosion in the mountain pass.

Enrique forced himself to stand up, stumbled back to the trench, raised his gun and took a shot – he missed. He didn’t dare to reach out and take aim. The original anger and hatred in his heart could not be overcome. The fear brought about by walking around the gate of hell.

Bang–

The military doctor’s arm was shot. He fell next to him and roared: “Enrique, on the battlefield, the more you fear death, the more likely you are to die!”

Enrique cursed angrily, leaned out of the trench, took aim at the enemy, and pulled the trigger again.

He saw with his own eyes a flower of blood explode on the chest of an enemy with the sound of gunfire, but the enemies that surged up like a tide did not lose any momentum because one person was killed.

Comrades fell one after another.

He saw the military doctor laughing and picking up the grenade, like a vigorous cheetah jumping out of the trench and rushing towards the enemy, followed by a violent explosion.

“We’re fucked.”

These were Enrique’s last thoughts.

He is not a hero, nor is he the protagonist in the novel. He does not have the good luck to walk on the ground in a hail of bullets, nor does he have the power to turn the tide alone. He is not even as courageous as the military doctor who dares to hold a grenade and die with the enemy.

“Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”

He saw in the corner of his house that he had transformed into a werewolf covered with gray hair, leaping out of the trench with a grenade in his arms. The bullets penetrated his body, leaving bloody flowers, but he seemed not to feel anything and rushed forward without hesitation. Towards the enemy.

boom!

Enrique’s world was in chaos.