My soldiers are all Fourth Calamities!

40. Where did this Battlefield Pro guy come from?

The counterattack of the "3rd Vistula Cavalry Regiment" covered the retreat of the right flank. The main force of the enemy's right flank began to retreat. Although it was a rout, hurried and noisy, the expected chaos did not occur throughout the process.

As a result, Rochester's troops unanimously concluded that there were no members of the "Cossack Provisional Government" on the enemy's right flank.

On the other hand, the situation on the left flank, which consisted of several infantry divisions, was not so good. Although they were organized as divisions, the supply lines between the Ukrainian battlefield and the Vistula Federation were too long, and most of the reserves had been committed to fighting the Western Army Group, so they had become a remnant.

In order to give the few remaining forces a slight numerical advantage, the entire army of the "Provisional Cossack Government" was also incorporated into the left wing.

As a result, when attacked and outflanked by the superior forces commanded by Timoshenko, the army was thrown into chaos.

Because of the chaos, the young messenger who was sent by the main force to deliver the order to "retreat immediately" to the left wing general lost his courage when he saw the chaos. An uncontrollable fear instantly overwhelmed him.

A physical, instinctive fear of death prevented him from going to that dangerous place.

But military orders are absolute, so he adopted this plan.

Upon approaching the left-wing army, he no longer headed towards the bullet-strewn front, but instead searched for the left-wing generals and officers in elusive locations.

This very action prevented him from actually delivering the order.

Meanwhile, soldiers from the "Provisional Cossack Government" on the left wing fled out of fear, which was quickly interpreted as "receiving orders to retreat."

The fact that the command of the left wing belonged to two older division commanders quickly led to an irreparable misunderstanding.

On many decisions, the two commanders were unwilling to yield to each other, and even argued with each other. So, when the right wing began to retreat and Timoshenko's cavalry launched a general offensive, the two officers were busy insulting each other.

Even during the construction of fortifications, the two disagreed, resulting in many of the planned fortifications only looking decent.

The remaining left-wing troops and the troops covering the right-wing retreat were now encountering what the other troops called the "demon legion".

Their machine guns were firing wildly at the distant cavalry, and just moments before, a barrage of fire had been enough to bring down the foremost cavalrymen.

But at some point, when a group of somewhat strange-looking cavalrymen appeared at the front, they did not fall as expected.

Instead, they fought with increasing ferocity, and they could clearly see that the horses were riddled with bullet holes.

This forced them to point their guns at their riders, hoping to stop their attack, but clearly, they were mistaken.

Those cavalrymen were less like living people and more like shells forcibly driven.

The machine gun's spitting fire tore at their flesh at close range, and the muffled sounds of bullets piercing their chests and breaking bones were clearly audible, but they neither screamed nor fell, and their charging speed did not slow down in the slightest.

The rider at the front had half his body stained with blood, but he still gripped the reins tightly with one hand and held his saber high with the other, shouting "Hurrah—Hurrah—"

And that's how it rushed over.

The warhorse was in even worse shape, its abdominal wounds gaping open, yet it showed no sign of stopping.

They watched helplessly as these people, who should have been dead long ago, approached them and threw grenades at their feet.

"What the hell is wrong with these cavalrymen?!"

"This is fucking weird!"

"Oh! It's fallen! It's fallen! One has fallen!"

The panic didn't last long, because they had just successfully knocked a rider off his horse, and the horse he was riding fell to the ground the instant he fell.

The player who died immediately shouted in the chat, "Damn, can someone give me some smoke grenades? Didn't you guys get a lot of smoke grenades when you were cleaning up the battlefield earlier?"

【It's all used up! It's completely used up!】

Wait, is there any way to sneakily exploit this? How come these NPCs are so intelligent?

"Comrade Vladimir, whose troops are these?" The cavalrymen behind the player swallowed hard as they looked at the blood-soaked, still-smiling soldier in front of them.

The enemy's relief did not last long.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With rhythmic gunfire, one after another, the machine gunners responsible for suppressing fire had their foreheads split open and fell straight backward.

There was a rider with a gun!

Unlike other cavalrymen who brandish their sabers, he always carried a Mauser Gewehr 98 that he had somehow acquired.

In addition to the one he was holding, he also had another one slung over his back.

Even as his warhorse jolted violently amidst the hail of bullets, his upper body remained motionless, as if nailed to the horse's back.

An enemy soldier instinctively raised his rifle to return fire, but before he could pull the trigger, a bullet whistled through the air and struck him directly in the shoulder. The excruciating pain caused him to let out a piercing scream.

The screams only made the already collapsing defenses around them even more agitated.

"Damn, 'Tang Wanghu' is awesome! Being a soldier really makes a difference!"

"A real pro!"

How could he hit so accurately under such circumstances?!

No, buddy?

"Demon! Real demon!" Although a soldier cursed, he quickly took over the position of machine gunner and operated the machine gun in front of him.

"Bang! Bang!"

With each gunshot, those who rushed over didn't have time to aim, or even to drag away the bodies lying there, before the bullets took their lives.

"Tang Wang Hu" emptied the magazine and slung the gun over his shoulder beside the saddle. He then drew a second gun from behind his back, and with a rustling sound of leather, the gun was already held horizontally in front of his chest.

His movements were fluid and decisive—his left hand slammed into the receiver cover, while his right thumb and forefinger skillfully gripped the bolt handle, pulling it outwards and backwards with a crisp "click," and the bolt was deftly pulled open.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the spare ammunition pouch hanging on the side of the saddle, grabbed a few rounds, hooked one with his fingers, and used the momentum of the horse's forward charge to steadily press it into the magazine.

Push the bolt, lock the door—no need to even look down to confirm!

His eyes remained fixed on the enemy soldier a few dozen meters ahead, who had just rushed to the machine gun position and was frantically setting up his weapon.

"Tang King Protector" has set his sights on again!

Further back, Rochester only saw a player named "Tang Wanghu" climbing up the kill leaderboard at an astonishing speed, even though it hadn't been made public to the players yet.

"Holy crap, Battlefield Pro is here?"