Chapter 1370 - 1288: Battle of Feiha (Conclusion)

Chapter 1370: Chapter 1288: Battle of Feiha (Conclusion)

The sound of gunfire rang out, and three to five soldiers at the front fell to the ground.

In an instant, their gray-brown uniforms were soaked in blood, their bodies convulsing as they rolled into the snow.

As for the remaining troops, they quickly began to spread out horizontally, firing at the vampires within the village.

Footsteps cut through the snow, sending it flying, with comrades occasionally falling beside them.

Almost within minutes, the Holy Alliance Army that was initially in columns spread wings on either side like angels.

Unlike those almost entirely made up of new recruits, the two corps led by Dass included at least half seasoned veterans.

In previous battles, they always led the charge and gained substantial experience.

The first brigade spread out in formation, immediately providing cover for the still advancing second brigade.

They had no time for close-range shooting routines; the front two rows swiftly extended their gun barrels and fired in unison.

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed repeatedly, hitting the vampires’ breastplates with sharp clinks.

The gunners did not dodge, nor could they dodge.

They stiffened their necks and puffed out their chests, facing the lead bullets coated in Holy Oil with their flesh bodies.

The lead bullets pierced the armor, and red mist and black smoke rose from the bloody holes.

Yet these vampire soldiers did not scream as most vampires would; even as they fell, they clenched their jaws tightly.

Because they were vampires of the Brahe Clan, more precisely, vampires transformed from lower clans by Samuji.

Their ability to withstand lead bullets was much stronger than ordinary vampires.

Most vampires fall after one or two shots, whereas they sometimes withstand three or four.

However, even so, when hit in vital spots, they struggled and fell, letting black and red blood splatter everywhere.

"They’re reloading, rotate! Quick, rotate!" Samuji shouted.

The first line of gunners immediately retreated to reload, while the second line stepped forward for another volley.

The human soldiers on the other side likewise could only puff out their chests, brace against lead bullets, advance, and then retaliate.

"Praise Holy Wind!"

"No god outside the Master!"

"Aim!"

"Prepare!"

"Fire!!" x2

Both sides engaged in repeated exchanges between the wheat fields and grasslands, lead bullets and blood mist interweaving in the air.

By this time, there was almost no technique or strategy left, only a naked contest of willpower and morale.

At around ten o’clock, the morning fog on the battlefield had fully dissipated, exposing all the bloodshed plainly.

Along the mountain slopes to Tindalos Village, everywhere rang with shouts and cries.

Shrubs, streams, roads, walls... wherever you looked, lead bullets flew, bayonets and spears swung, and horses charged under the knights’ command.

Tens of thousands of soldiers, humans and vampires, centaurs and beastmen, clashed like a boiling pot of thick stew.

The previously pristine snow had been stained red with soldiers’ blood, melted by the warmth of corpses, mixing into a muddy mire.

If there’s a focal point in this boiling conflict, rather than the right-wing, it’s the left-wing.

The left-wing at Tindalos Village.

Leaning against a low wall, Samuji rode back and forth, commanding the soldiers to retaliate, driving the fleeing soldiers back.

The soldiers in gray-brown coats fell one after another, with those behind immediately filling the ranks without any sign of retreat.

Similarly, even after retreating to the village, the fortifications could not prevent his soldiers from fleeing.

The sides were thus locked in a standoff, neither advancing, forced to watch comrades fall one by one.

"Lord, hasn’t our reinforcement arrived yet?" The adjutant’s arm was pierced by a lead bullet, the wound slowly healing, yet his face was pale.

Even for the Brahe Clan, self-healing drained a huge amount of source blood; prolonged battle and injuries pushed many soldiers to the brink of collapse.

They originally should have headed to Fat Clam Town because it served as a supply center.

But due to a wrong turn, many vampire soldiers arrived with empty stomachs.

Just relying on beast blood and regular meals couldn’t sustain such high-intensity Blood Contract gunfire.

In fact, the main fighting force of the Vampire Army faces widespread hunger; it hadn’t become apparent yet.

Samuji grew increasingly anxious, frequently climbing and looking up the slope behind him.

According to arrangements, his reinforcements, the Sixth and Seventh Missions should be supporting them.

How long has it been, where are the reinforcements?

Aside from the sound of the cold wind whistling through tree branches, there was no other movement.

If the reinforcements don’t arrive soon, even the elite gunners will be exhausted by the human reserve troops.

Samuji couldn’t hold back any longer; he braved the threat of hunters and rode up a small hill.

Extending his binoculars to look down, Samuji’s heart raced with heat almost bursting through his skull.

The Sixth and Seventh Corps were still on their way because they had collided with the two rotating retreat missions of the right-wing and the Imperial Knights providing support.

Initially, the Sixth Corps’ five thousand soldiers were blocked by cavalry and had to wait for these eight hundred knights to pass first.

And before the knights were completely through, another retreating vampire clan army of three thousand also clogged up due to their rapid retreat.