My soldiers are all Fourth Calamities!

28. Who the hell is this guy? He's so brave!

"Vladimir above, whose men are these? So brave?" Commander Pugachev swallowed hard as he looked at the group of soldiers on the front line, covered in blood and holding shovels.

He now finally understood what the officer meant when he said, "Bayonets have lost their meaning on the battlefield."

Nowadays, it's common to carry grenades and shovels when charging into battle. A sharpened shovel is a lightweight and versatile weapon.

It can not only be used to stab an enemy's throat, but also to fight; it is very powerful.

In particular, a diagonal shovel strike between the enemy's shoulder and neck can easily cleave them in the chest.

However, the bayonet often gets stuck when it's inserted, and it can only be pulled out by kicking the opponent in the stomach. In that instant, the user is also likely to be stabbed. Furthermore, these bayonets frequently break.

He finally saw what it meant to shovel diagonally between an enemy's shoulder and neck, then cleave it into their chest with a whoosh.

It was less a bloody hand-to-hand battle and more a one-sided crushing defeat.

"Commander Pugachev, the enemy cavalry are beginning to converge on the south flank!"

Pugachev immediately understood the enemy's intentions. After all, shovels and spades might be able to cut through normal soldiers, but when they encountered the enemy's knights—whose armor was protected by magic—it was not something that a shovel could necessarily cut through.

"Everyone! Mount up, all horses! Follow me south! We're going to provide support!"

At that moment, the sudden collapse of the southern defensive line naturally caught their attention, and hundreds of knights were rushing over to provide support.

Rochester quickly realized the intimidating power of these knights gathered together; a single knight hadn't been so intimidating, but now...

Inside the trenches, normal bullets couldn't penetrate their armor at all, and in close combat, apart from the player, normal soldiers could hardly harm them.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, Guo Ruhe struck a knight's helmet hard with his "M1918T-Gewehr replica rifle." But it only shattered the helmet and injured his face; the knight was still alive.

Seeing this, Rochester was not afraid. Instead, a strange surge of passion spread through his body. He felt as if a stream of hot magma had exploded from the depths of his spine and rushed straight to the top of his head.

The warm blood splattering around him, the dying screams, and the ear-piercing noise of metal clashing caused his pupils to dilate and then contract.

"Jin no Ren, all members, prepare for hand-to-hand combat!"

"Anton, lead the rest of the troops and continue advancing towards 'Korosten'."

After giving the order, Rochester did not retreat but advanced, his shovel whistling through the air as he charged forward.

Faced with such a high-value objective, the players' enthusiasm is self-evident.

"clang--!!"

With a deafening roar, sparks flew wildly through the muddy trenches. Rochester's speed surprised even the enemy knights.

In a daze, some experience about fighting techniques rushed into his mind. When the knight in magical heavy armor raised his hands high with the greatsword that was enough to cut a person in half, trying to use his length and weight advantage to launch a slash, Rochester did not choose to block head-on.

He took a sudden step outward with his left foot, lowering his center of gravity, and dodged the greatsword just as it was about to strike him with a whistling sound.

Immediately afterward, in the instant when his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet arisen, Rochester instantly changed his grip. He used his left hand to hold the end of the shovel handle as a fulcrum, and with his right hand he pushed hard against the shovel neck, turning the shovel into a short spear and unleashing a fierce "centerline thrust".

The sharpened shovel head, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, precisely pierced the knight's armor seam under his armpit—charging towards that unparalleled, classic spot.

"Pfft!"

The knight let out a muffled groan.

Rochester acted decisively, pulling out the pistol Anton had just given him from his waist and pressing the muzzle directly against the enemy's armpit.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two deafening gunshots, the knight clad in magical heavy armor froze abruptly.

"Well……"

A muffled, painful roar came from beneath the knight's shattered helmet visor.

His large, gauntlet-covered hands loosened their grip on the greatsword's hilt, and the heavy weapon crashed into the muddy trench with a clang, splashing up a cloud of filthy blood.

This knight, who had driven ordinary soldiers to despair, finally crashed face-down into the muddy trench like a collapsing mountain, splashing up a large amount of foul-smelling water, and could no longer move.

[Defeat the "Knight" to gain reputation [100]]

This scene was witnessed by Pugachev, who had come to provide support, and he finally knew who was leading this monstrous force that was supporting them.

His intuition told him that this was a high-ranking soldier, but Rochester was not wearing any powered armor, which made him reject the idea.

Rochester also heard the sound of hooves. He instinctively thought it was the enemy and glared at Pugachev with a fierce look.

Pugachev had no doubt that the man before him could chop him into mincemeat, so he quickly shouted, "We are the 'Redwitt Alliance' of the 'Korosten'. I am Regiment Commander Pugachev. Which unit are you?"

Rochester glanced at the clothes on the other man's body, then at the minimap, and confirmed that it was Pugachev, an ally—behind him were a large number of cavalry breaking out and charging toward the group of knights.

Rochester's expression instantly changed, adopting a gentle demeanor befitting his allies. "I am Company Commander Rochester, and we were sent by Regiment Commander Sokolov!"

Upon hearing the name Sokolov, Pugachev felt a mix of emotions. "I understand."

Seeing the "Korosjian" troops break out, along with that group of inexplicable, bloodthirsty troops, the knights who came to support them also instantly formed a battle formation and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Seeing Rochester's individual combat prowess, the knights were no longer as scattered as before.

The two sides quickly became locked in a stalemate on the muddy front, and a fierce tug-of-war ensued.

Although the "Korossian" troops had withdrawn, it seemed that enemy troops had appeared on the route they had taken.

Anders and Blyucher found Rochester in the chaotic trenches and shouted for help, asking what to do.

Rochester responded by saying that since they had already helped their allies break through, they should retreat along the same route and fight their way out.

But soon, with his enhanced perception, he seemed to spot a large cavalry force in the distance.

Friendly units approaching

Budyonny's First Cavalry Corps

Semyon Mikhailovich Budyonny?!

The main force of the Southern Army Group!