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Chapter 76 Operation Overlord — －． ． ．

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The city was divided into the inner and outer areas by walls, which had proven to be an effective defensive measure for centuries. But now, looking at the crumbling walls, everyone sensed a signal: a change was taking place.

"Fire! Fire!"

Figures began to emerge from the collapsed city wall. Naval infantrymen, bayoneted rifles, charged into the city. An entire line was ready. Nearby houses were bombed and razed. The Church's elite first reformed infantry division—the 1st Infantry Division of the 3rd Holy Legion—stood ready with flintlock muskets.

The two sides were less than fifty meters apart. At this distance, the accuracy of flintlock muskets was not unacceptable. Several soldiers who did not have time to stop were shot down and slid onto the pile of rubble. The demon soldiers who fell were wearing blue-gray uniforms. The officer looked at the equipment of the fallen demon soldiers. The helmets, rifles, and clothes were not conspicuous or expensive, but there were quite a few small items on them.

The church's counterattack did have some effect, but not much. More and more naval infantrymen emerged from the rubble, their Sharps breech-loading rifles having a rate of fire several times faster than the church's imitation Brownbes flintlock muskets. The church's casualties grew, and despite the losses, they organized a second volley.

The effect was remarkable; many demon soldiers on the rubble fell, and the church officers, seeing the demons retreat, withdrew from the rubble.

"Load the ammunition quickly!"

The officer held his colleague back; they couldn't charge at this point. The enemy's situation was unclear, and even if they did charge out, it wouldn't make a difference. The demons had a naval advantage and could easily fire at them from positions they couldn't reach.

"My lord, Lord Ravut... Lord Ravut has fallen in battle!"

An officer ran up, looking anxious and terrified, as if he had seen a ghost. He asked incredulously, "How is this possible? What happened? The devil didn't fire at the clock tower!"

"Sir! It's a gunman! Someone has shot you, sir!"

"Where are they? Where is the assassin?"

"Not an assassin, sir! There were several sirs there, including me, right behind Lord Lavut. The bullets... the bullets came from the sea!"

"maritime!???"

The officer was incredulous, but suddenly realized that it was entirely possible. If the demons could manufacture cannons that could shoot from several miles away, they could naturally manufacture muskets that could shoot from that distance!

"Get the officers out of here immediately! We can't let them stand up any longer!"

The silence lasted for a minute. The church troops reloaded their ammunition, and the front-line soldiers crouched down and raised their guns. Everyone concentrated intently, aiming at the pile of rubble. The church was confident that they could defend against this gap.

"Hey! Push harder!"

The demons' voices grew closer. The officer focused intently, preparing to order the firing. He was confident he could rout the enemy's first charge; if the demons wanted to get through, they would have to pay a price.

A strange object appeared above the rubble, with dark blue cannon barrels arranged in a circle. There was a steel shield on the wooden gun mount. The big guy appeared on the rubble and pointed at them. Behind the shield, a demon was crouching.

The Hotchkiss 30mm rotary cannon stood high above, the gunner slowly turning the handle, the barrel slowly rotating. In the face of automatic fire, nothing could save them. In the gunner's eyes, the nearly one hundred infantrymen before him were already dead.

Bang! Bang... Bang~ Bang bang bang bang—

The machine guns fired faster and faster, 30mm grenades blasting through the church musket line. Before anyone could react, a second, then a third, rained down like a storm. Faced with automatic fire, some soldiers immediately broke down and scattered, running for their lives. This steel beast sat there, holding the line against all odds. One church soldier survived by sheer luck, his face stiff, his trousers soaked with liquid, slumped on the ground, staring at the steel monster that spewed fire. It seemed to never stop, burning with life like a giant dragon.

The demon army leaped off the rubble, and the little steel dragon stopped. But in his heart, the monster had already become his master, crushing his soul into dust. He had been enslaved by fear.

"No...no...don't kill them all!!! Ahh ...

An elven sergeant looked at the church soldiers on the ground, who were completely engulfed in panic, and shook his head. The Hotchkiss machine gun was simply a killing machine; one magazine was enough to wipe out half a company of men.

Will there be more and newer weapons like these in the future? He dared not think about it, but he hoped that these weapons would appear on their side.

The elven sergeant raised his rifle, butt down, and knocked the collapsing church soldier unconscious, dragging him to the nearby prisoner-of-war camp.

"There's one here!"

"salute!"

A figure stepped down from the rubble, her long white hair drawing everyone's attention. The soldiers present stood at attention and saluted her.

The one who led them to victory, who built it all for them, who invented the Sharps rifle for them, the mastermind behind it all, Alice Delalaye stepped into the new era battlefield she had created.

"At ease! Continue your work, soldiers!"

Alice held a peculiar rifle in her hand, somewhat long for her, but she could easily grip it. It was a Spencer repeating rifle, and she also had a box hanging from her waist containing matching cartridges filled with bullets.

The war has been initially won, the Republican army is launching a counterattack, and naval infantry are entering the city in columns, where a temporary command post has been set up.

"We are certain that the Church Heroes have gathered their forces. The agents on Republic Street have sent us intelligence that the Heroes have already gathered their forces in the east of the city in preparation for a breakout."

"Their target is Trafalgar Pass, the front line between the demons and the church. There are not many troops stationed there, and the nearest response force will take two hours. If a small force breaks out, they can quickly return to the church-controlled area."

Alice pointed to the checkpoint. They had to intercept the church's heroes. Who knew what technological upgrades the heroes would bring to the church upon their return? This war alone had already revealed enough. The church's heroes were generally modern people. They only needed to provide some direction to bring about an unexpected technological advancement.

The brave must stay!

"I will set off immediately with a naval infantry unit, with myself as the military commander, and tell the Republican army to hold the brave warriors at the East Gate at all costs!"

"Yes!"

"Sir! The 1st Naval Infantry Brigade is ready to be dispatched at any time and awaits your command!"

"Leave all heavy equipment and backpacks, take your ammunition and come with me!"

"Yes, sir! All of you! Backpacks and supplies, leave them behind! Lightly armed assault! For the nation and the people!"

Whether the strategic intent succeeds hinges on this!

Alice set off carrying Spencer's repeating gun.