The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Chapter 320: A Great Victory (Finale 4)

Retreat to the position of Carterburg, and use strategies to force the armies of Nass and Ryan to engage in a head-on confrontation.

However, given their huge size and the fact that their number far exceeds that of the National Salvation Army under Abes, it is not easy to control them easily.

Even without the epoch-making tactics of air support and artillery strikes, their casualties would not be few.

The battle lasted until the first night, when people were most exhausted and fought to the end.

Under the command of Abesi, the National Salvation Army launched a counterattack and made a comeback.

The terror brought about by this sudden attack far exceeds that of a head-on encounter.

Because the unknown is the greatest terror.

In just half an hour after the National Salvation Army joined the battlefield, the casualties on both sides far exceeded the casualties in a whole day of fighting.

Amid the roar of artillery fire and the dropping of bombs from the sky, it was estimated with the naked eye that the enemies on both sides had left behind about one-fifth of their casualties and began to flee in panic.

The situation in Rennes is even more bleak.

It is a group of forces with different intentions that were barely integrated by Miracol, a god with miraculous powers.

If the situation is favorable, you can still hold on, but if the situation is unfavorable, there will only be one result.

Trampling, casualties, and rout.

Under the bombardment of artillery fire, Ryan's army fell into chaos in an instant.

The earth trembled at the explosion of artillery shells, and the raised dust and smoke mixed in the air, obscuring the vision.

The soldiers' shouts, terrified screams and the roar of artillery fire mixed together to form a suffocating noise.

The soldiers at the front line tried to maintain their formation at first, but as shells exploded around them, the huge shock waves knocked them to the ground and screams were heard everywhere.

Some of the soldiers affected by the explosion had their limbs blown off, some had their stomachs blown open, blood and flesh all over the place, and their internal organs were spilling all over the floor. Many more had their eardrums ruptured by the explosion, lost their sense of direction, and could only run around in the chaos.

The soldiers in the rear saw the collapse of the front line, and fear quickly spread in their hearts. At first, some people tried to organize a retreat, but it soon turned into a disorderly escape.

Because the crowd began to surge backwards like a raging flood, any person or object standing in their way would be ruthlessly washed away.

The slower runners at the back, who have no idea what is happening, will be viewed as "obstacles" or even "enemies" surrounding them by the panicked and confused people, and they will be brutally attacked.

For a moment, there were flashes of swords and sabers. Many people were stabbed or chopped down by their companions in the chaos. Blood splattered on the faces and bodies of the surrounding soldiers. Screams rang out one after another, just like hell.

Even if we are not on the boundary between fast and slow, even if everyone's speed is about the same, doesn't danger still exist?

No, stampedes will still break out in an instant.

The tragic stampede recorded by countless surveillance cameras tells us that there is only one way to survive: climb to a higher place immediately.

But there were no high places to offer them in the open field of battle.

A young soldier was thrown to the ground in the chaos. He tried desperately to get up, but was stepped on hard on the back by a foot. He felt a sharp pain in his spine.

He shouted for help, but his companions around him had already ignored him and stepped over him. His cries for help gradually became weaker and finally disappeared completely in the sound of footsteps and gunfire.

And this kind of situation happened in dozens or even hundreds of places at the same time!

The soldiers rushed to escape, totally ignoring their companions.

The people lying on the ground were wailing in pain as they were trampled on, and more people were directly stepped on on the head and chest.

With hurried footsteps or a series of trampling, if one loses balance and falls to the ground, the sound of broken bones will greet him.

The blood formed streams on the ground, flowing to the low-lying areas, dyeing the snow-stained soil of the North red.

Some characters, presumably commanders, tried to restore order, but it was obviously to no avail. Their orders were ignored by the panicked soldiers, and some commanders were even pushed to the ground by the panicked soldiers and trampled to death in an instant.

This scene was repeated over and over on the battlefield. Ryan's army was like a group of mindless beasts, fleeing in all directions under the drive of artillery fire.

The shells continued to explode behind them, but the fragments and shock waves produced by the explosions were no longer able to claim any lives.

But those who were trampled to death were mixed with those killed in the conflict, and their bodies were the main source of the corpses that piled up into a mountain and formed a road of corpses that stretched into the distance.

In the end, Ryan's ordinary army collapsed completely, leaving behind a devastated battlefield and countless dead and wounded.

The battle ended in a tragic defeat, and the once mob showed their most vulnerable side in the face of artillery fire and fear.

Nas's damage was one-fifth, and Rennes's damage was one-third.

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