Yubaan noticed the change in the battle situation.

He was always fighting with the mentality of knocking off the front teeth of the opponent even if he died in battle, but the pressure caused by the other party was lower than he expected.

When fighting against the devil in the fertile plains, the pressure on the battlefield almost made him unable to breathe. He had only one thought of shooting in his head, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone. But now, he still had the energy to observe the situation of his teammates and attackers, and think about the actions that the other party might take.

With the charges being forced to retreat several times, the enemy's movements have become much slower.

The most obvious point is that the gap between the First Army's accumulating fire was greatly extended - in order to save ammunition, they usually only fired intensively when the noble army launched a charge, but the last time the accumulating fire was basically an hour ago.

If the opponent does not send additional reinforcements in the future, this kind of "stalemate" of neither advancing nor retreating is definitely a taboo. In any case, the First Army is in a condescending half-slope position and is covered by a gravel camp, and its advantage in shooting is far greater than that of the opponent.

He didn't quite understand why the noble commander made such a choice - unlike cold weapons fighting, not contacting does not mean that there is no battle. The attackers are under the pressure of being shot at every moment, which is undoubtedly a blow to morale.

Some front lines do not advance but retreat, which proves that Yubaan saw with his own eyes that some people's lying position retreated nearly a hundred meters than the position they were originally placed in. Now the entire front line is as uneven as a tortuous wave.

This also reveals that the attacker is not a complete unit, but is temporarily pieced together by several teams.

In addition, Yubaan also noticed that the enemy may not be so good at the fighting style of muskets. Although there are obvious signs of imitating the First Army, it did not perform the effect that the weapon in his hand should have.

Otherwise they would not have been able to stick to this point.

Although it sounds a bit incredible, no one of the team has been killed and only five people have been injured.

This can no longer be explained simply by luck.

"Who can give me some bullets? Mine is almost exhausted!"

"So too, I only have the last clip on my hand."

"Squad leader, what should we do next?" Hansen asked, bent down and ran back, "There are no living enemies next to the machine gun, why don't we drag it until nightfall?"

Yubaan looked up at the sky. It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. The sun sets faster in late autumn, and it will dark in another hour and a half. By then, the threat of enemy guns will be greatly reduced, and even if you turn your back to direct firepower, there is no chance.

But perhaps because he had escaped too much before, he always considered retreat more.

The night weakens the accuracy of the musket, but the First Army will also lose its greatest support. More importantly, if the enemy regains morale and follows them in pursuit because of this move, can they repel the other party again?

Of course, if ammunition is sufficient, the team may be able to evacuate before the attacker can react. However, according to the current situation, the nobles should soon notice that the shooting frequency in the camp is no longer the same as before, and it is not difficult to guess their next move.

What's more, two of the five injured were seriously injured, and retreating with injured teammates would inevitably slow down further.

Yuba asked himself that he couldn't do anything like abandoning his teammates.

He hesitated for a while and finally made up his mind, "Call everyone else over, I have something to say."

After a while, Hansen gathered all his teammates scattered on the front.

The enemy did not seem to have noticed that the shooting points of the First Army were much concentrated. They were still lying on the grass, and occasionally they would raise their guns to shoot, which further strengthened the belief in fish balls.

He briefly told the situation and then looked around everyone, "Your Majesty often said that offense is always the best defense. If we can defeat these nobles in one fell swoop, then there will be no worries about whether to leave or stay. And if it is the other way around, it may give the enemy a chance to bite back. Now is the time to make a decision, we can hand over our destiny to the enemy, or we can control it ourselves. I want to hear what everyone thinks now."

"Squad leader, do you mean... let us take the initiative?" Hansen couldn't help but be stunned, "The number of people on the other side is far more than ours."

"I have considered it. They seem to have the advantage of numbers, but most of them are no longer interested in fighting. Just shooting at long distances cannot make the enemy intuitively realize the defeat. If we can defeat their strongest team, we may completely destroy the opponent's fighting will!"

"But we don't have many bullets..."

"The First Army is not an army that can only fight by relying on guns, the "Combat Manual" emphasized this point." Yuwan said in a voice.

After everyone was silent for a moment, Hansen was the first to speak, "I'll listen to you."

"Yes, squad leader, I don't want to leave anyone behind."

“Either leave or stay.”

"Give the order, squad leader!"

Everyone shouted.

Yuwan nodded solemnly. If it were before, he would never have thought that he would make such a decision. After only four years in the army, he felt that something had indeed been changed.

"You're not a coward."

A gentle and pleasant voice reappeared in my ears.

He took a deep breath and said word by word, "Everyone, get a bayonet!"

From the oldest flintlock rifle to the bolt-action rifle, the gun body structure has changed a lot, but the bayonet has never been cancelled. If you want to say the difference, it is better than before.

The soldiers pulled out the sword from the scabbard and inserted it into the locking tenon.

Yubaan inserted the last magazine into the gun chamber and shouted, "Come with me!"

He took the lead in digging out the camp.

The other teammates followed closely and rushed towards the enemy closest to the front!

The opponent obviously hadn't reacted to what had happened. Many of them didn't even get up from the ground immediately, but continued to shoot at the first army that was rushing down in a crappy posture.

The fish ball was ready to be shot, but the expected stinging pain was not heard for a long time. The distance of more than 100 meters arrived in an instant. At this time, the enemy stood up like a sudden awakening, standing there stupidly with a bare rifle, as if he didn't know what to do.

According to his training posture, he stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the first enemy-

"kill!"

The teammates also rushed up and rushed into the crowd while they were going down the mountain.

The shouts of killing suddenly resounded halfway up the hillside!

After stabbing one fish ball, shooting one to death, then turning around and stabbing the third one, he found that there was no new target around him.

He looked around and found that the enemy had begun to flee.

They probably did not expect the First Army to rush out of the camp at this time and fight with them in close combat. The string that was tense in their hearts also broke.

The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road.

The noble coalition, which had been gritting teeth and insisting, collapsed without resisting a few times. When the team at the forefront fled, panic spread throughout the army like a plague. The teams that were already retreating even dropped their weapons and fled to the bottom of the mountain in a panic. Many people even made a mistake and rolled down and knocked down a bunch of accomplices running in front.

When those heavy machine guns fell into the hands of the First Army and turned their guns and shot at the crowds running down the mountain, the enemy hated that they had fewer legs. If the machine gun hadn't had many bullets, they might not have even escaped from here.

Yubaan didn't know how far he chased after him, but he stopped slowly until his legs became weak.

All the enemies who were still alive on the hillside had kneeled to the ground and raised their hands to surrender. The nobles who had been hovering behind ran faster than anyone else, and it was almost impossible to see them again at this moment.

He clenched his fists hard, and an indescribable pleasure seemed to surge in his heart.

But before he could taste it carefully, his teammate who rushed up excitedly threw him to the ground, "Squad Leader, we won!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live the first army!"

He was lifted up by everyone and then threw him high into the air.

Yes, they won.

Everyone survived and there was no better ending than this.

The fish balls opened their hands to the slowly setting sunset and joined the shouts of celebrating victory with everyone.
Chapter completed!