Trench Bolts and Magic

Chapter 93 Storm Assault Team Youth Edition
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Morin unleashed a torrent of bullets from the P08 artillery drum into the depths of the trench, the sound of gunfire echoing in the narrow space.

The stopping power of the 9mm Parabellum round has been criticized, as it sometimes fails to quickly incapacitate a target when it hits them.

But the biggest advantage of the gun in Morin's hand is that it has a lot of bullets.

The six Kingdom soldiers in the trench had no time to react before they were riddled with bullets and collapsed to the ground.

After clearing out the six enemies in front of him, Morin didn't pause at all. He immediately crouched down and quickly replaced the P08 with a new 32-round drum magazine.

Just then, "Boom! Boom!" Two violent explosions rang out not far in front of him; they were grenades thrown by the assault team members who had followed up.

This also knocked down several enemy soldiers who wanted to fire in this direction.

"Company commander!"

A corporal crouched low and rushed through the still-lingering smoke wall, followed by the remaining assault team members.

They lay down next to Morin and saw a group of enemies lying dead in the trench. Then they looked at Morin, who was squatting on the ground changing his drum magazine. None of them knew what to say.

The scene of the company commander disappearing into thin air and then reappearing in the enemy's position was a huge shock to them.

Can this war really be fought like this?
"Don't just stand there! Clear this trench! Watch out for the corners on both sides!"

Ignoring the shock on their faces, Morin gave the order directly.

"Yes, sir!"

The commandos immediately snapped out of their daze, split into two groups, and began to attack the flanks along the trench.

"Grenade!"

Following the orders of their daily training, an assault soldier shouted, pulled the fuse, and threw a ball grenade with all his might into the corner on the left.

After the explosion, several commandos rushed over immediately, firing their P08 pistols and Gew.98 rifles simultaneously, completely wiping out the machine gun team that had been stunned by the shelling around the corner.

Morin also stood up and followed another group to the right.

As he walked, he quickly surveyed the trench.

This thing is so rudimentary.

This trench is essentially a replica of the early trenches from the Franco-Prussian War era—the 'Salgarian War' of this world.

The trenches were only up to an adult's chest in depth, so soldiers mostly lay prone on the earthen slopes of the trenches to fire outwards, rather than standing upright inside them like in the trenches.

This design offers virtually no protection against artillery fire.

Moreover, soldiers are far less flexible in changing positions compared to those firing from a standing position in trenches.

"No wonder these guys were stunned after that round of shelling," Morin thought to himself.

The commando team cleared the area very quickly, and the Kingdom's defenders, already reeling from fifteen minutes of shelling, were already in a state of shock.

Now that Morin and his commando team have stormed into the trenches, they are unable to mount any effective response in the short term.

After all, even with a barrage of projectiles and coordinated infantry-artillery fire, it's not like the enemy is right in front of you the moment the shells land.
Many people were sent to meet their maker by grenades and bullets before they had even fully recovered from the shock of the shelling.

After clearing the enemy from the trenches within a few dozen meters on both flanks, Morin immediately halted the troops.

"Alright, stop wasting time here!" He pointed in the direction of the town. "Let's charge in! Straight to that castle!"

A corporal hesitated: "Company commander, shouldn't we wait for the main force? There are still quite a few enemies in this trench."

"The rest can be left to the first and second rows!"

Morin said firmly:
"We must take control of the castle before the enemy can react! Otherwise, once their main force retreats back into the castle, we'll have to pay with our lives to fight them again!"

In the war games I played before this time travel, this kind of easily defensible castle terrain was a nightmare for the attackers, a veritable 'mass grave'.
The attacking side often has to make huge sacrifices to break through—and that's assuming players can respawn.

In reality, there is no resurrection. High soldier casualty and death rates directly lead to a drop in morale and even a complete collapse.

After hearing Morin's explanation, the commandos no longer had any doubts.

"Listen to the company commander!"

"rush!"

Without another word, Morin was the first to flip over and jump out of the trench, rushing towards the town.

Led by Morin, the commando team quickly broke away from the main trenches and moved rapidly towards the castle, hugging the low mud-brick houses on the outskirts of the town.

As soon as the commando team rushed into the town, they ran into a group of Kingdom soldiers who were coming out of the town to provide support on a narrow street.

The two met face-to-face at the street corner and were both stunned for a moment.

"Enemy attack!"

An officer from the Kingdom's army screamed and raised his revolver. Morin instinctively raised his gun and fired.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two shots rang out, but the outcomes were completely different.

The royal officer watched helplessly as his bullet exploded in a blue spark upon striking the leading Saxon officer before bouncing away limply.

But two blood flowers bloomed on his chest.

"Fire! Fire!"

Morin completely ignored the enemy's firing; his mage armor easily deflected the small-caliber pistol bullets. He roared orders while rapidly adjusting his weapon, continuing to pull the trigger on the chaotic group of enemies behind the officer.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The assault team members following behind him instinctively ducked behind the nearest cover or lay prone on the ground the moment they made contact with the enemy.

At that moment, ten P08 artillery-type guns unleashed terrifying firepower.

A dense hail of bullets swept across the street corner. The bolt-action rifles in the hands of the Kingdom soldiers had barely fired a single shot, and before they even had a chance to pull the bolt, they were shot down to the ground with screams.

Their P08 might be no match for bolt-action rifles at a distance of a few hundred meters.

However, once inside the town, the firefight distance is shortened to tens of meters or even less, and the P08 with its 32-round drum magazine can instantly exert its firepower advantage.

Once you reach the advantageous range, the semi-automatic is the king of the bolt-action!
With a large number of grenades clearing the way, the firepower of this 20-man assault team far exceeds that of an equal number of enemies.

"Clear the area with grenades!"

Morin emptied half of his drumsticks again, kicked open the wooden door of a nearby house, and slipped inside.

After the Kingdom Army began stationing troops in the town, most of the town's residents had already left, leaving only a small number who were forced to stay and do chores, tend horses, and wash clothes.

So once the battle began, there were hardly any civilians to be seen; the stage was entirely left to the two warring parties.
Several commandos followed Morin's lead and rushed in, simultaneously pulling the pins on their grenades and throwing them haphazardly across the street.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amid the explosions, the remaining Kingdom soldiers on the street were also blown to pieces.

"Safety!"

Morin peeked out from behind the door, and after confirming that there were no enemies standing on the street, he led his team out again.

"Finish off any remaining enemies on the ground! Then keep moving forward! Watch out for the windows and rooftops on both sides!"

Relying on his mage armor, Morin fought very aggressively.

He would often deliberately rush out from behind cover alone to draw enemy fire.

Chinese-style dry-pulled noodles, kid!
The Kingdom soldiers hiding behind windows or on rooftops would instinctively unleash a barrage of fire when they saw an enemy swaggering out.

Then they would discover in despair that all the bullets that hit the Saxon soldier would explode into blue sparks, causing no damage at all.

Soon, someone realized that this guy looked like a mage.

But he seems quite different from the monks they had in mind?
Just as they were shocked or confused, frantically pulling the bolts to prepare for a second round of firing.

The assault team members equipped with P08s would emerge from every corner and completely overwhelm them with a dense barrage of fire.

Commandos equipped with Gew.98 rifles were specifically tasked with dealing with those who were further away or hiding behind cover.

The entire commando team, like a well-coordinated killing machine, efficiently eliminated every resistance force in the town under Morin's leadership.

……

Meanwhile, on the outer defense line of the town.

The first echelon of the 1st Company, led by 1st Platoon Leader Kahn and 2nd Platoon Leader Barak, also began preparing to attack the enemy's trenches.

"Machine gun! Machine gun, suppress that enemy firing point!"

Kahn lay prone on the edge of the trench where the assault had begun, peering through binoculars and shouting.

At either end of the trench, two MG08 heavy machine guns were emitting a deep and powerful roar.

The scorching bullets flew like a chain towards a royal army machine gun position a hundred meters away, which was still trying to return fire.

However, the enemy machine gunner had barely opened fire when his head was smashed by a barrage of suppressive bullets.

The assistant gunner lunged forward to take over, but as soon as he touched the machine gun grip, a burst of blood erupted from his chest.

Under the crossfire suppression of the two MG08s, no one dared to go up to take over that machine gun position, and no more gunfire was heard.

"First platoon! Charge with me!"

Seeing this, Kahn also followed Morin's "leading the charge" style and was the first to jump out of the trench.

"Second platoon! Keep up, provide cover!"

Barak also shouted orders, directing his soldiers to follow and provide fire support to the 1st Platoon from the side.

After the initial tension and chaos, the entire 1st Company quickly regained its training rhythm.

Two platoons of 160 men formed the main attack force, stretching out an extremely long skirmish line on the gentle slope.

Those veterans who survived the street fighting in Seville, such as Sergeant Bowman, have now become the pillars of their respective squads.

"Spread out! Don't crowd together!"

"Squads as one group! Alternate cover! Have you forgotten what the company commander taught you?"

"Don't fucking charge straight ahead! Get cover! Use the craters and rubble!"

Amidst the roars of the veterans, the new recruits, facing the battlefield for the first time, awkwardly carried out tactical assault maneuvers, their hearts filled with fear.

Since the two main machine guns on this defensive line had been taken out, the 1st Company's advance went exceptionally smoothly, and they quickly and completely wiped out the remaining enemy forces on the outer defensive line.

Immediately afterwards, under the leadership of the three newly appointed platoon leaders, the troops launched an attack into the town, officially entering the urban warfare phase.

(End of this chapter)