"Martial virtue black card, onboard!"
"Give me the kill!"
In the dark night, there were more than 2,300 warriors in the samurai group, wearing large armor and samurai swords hanging on their waists. They charged with flintlock guns retired by the Ming army.
Nara Ichibei drew his imperial sword and was the first to climb over half the wall and rush into the chaotic British army.
"Bang bang bang~"
Several samurai robbed and killed a British soldier who was loading gunpowder. They threw away their flintlock guns, drew their samurai swords and rushed into the tent, slashing at the soldiers who had just woken up.
In the past month, the warrior group has been attacking all the way from Xinxiang City to Sydney. The original team of 3,000 people has dropped sharply to more than 2,300 people.
But the continuous and crazy fighting successfully awakened the ferocious heart of the samurai group.
Along the way, the samurai group killed the children that the Ming army did not dare to kill; the old people that the Ming army did not dare to bury were buried by the samurai group.
In short, the dirty work is done by the samurai group.
These crazy warriors don't care about their own lives at all.
Facing the British musketeers who had formed a group in front, they rushed forward without hesitation, and then were killed by volley fire in the front row.
The rear row passed over the corpses of their comrades and quickly rushed into the crowd while the British troops were reloading.
For a time, severed limbs were flying and screams were heard.
Three kilometers behind, Kong Er had just set up the forward command post when he received news of the successful night attack of the Samurai Regiment.
The warriors broke through three parapets in a row, and the forwards even penetrated deep into the camp.
Kong Er made a prompt decision and asked the two regiments that had just completed the rendezvous to follow the passage opened by the warrior group to expand the results of the protrusion.
Unlike the British army who formed a tight formation and fired guns, after the Ming army entered the front line, they each found a suitable terrain and lay down on the ground as a team.
The steel helmet on the head can block stray bullets very well, the body armor on the body can protect the torso, and the gray half-length cape on the shoulders provides protection at night.
The Ming army held the 1799-style rifle and began to roll call the closely arranged British troops.
In the sporadic but intensive gunfire, the British troops fell like wheat.
The heavy machine gun squad set up their heavy machine guns, and a dozen orange-red whip-like bullet belts crossed over the enemy formation.
"Dong dong dong~"
The regimental mortar battalion opened fire.
24 mortar shells fell into the British army, immediately clearing the nearby British troops, and the huge explosion force threw the remaining limbs into the sky.
The messenger returned to the mortar position and sent back the note from the artillery observer at the forefront.
"Discovered the British artillery position, location..."
"Five rapid fire shots!"
Hundreds of artillery shells flew into the air and then fell, covering the British artillery positions.
At this time, most of the British artillery positions in the artillery position had been loaded. In order to cope with the night attack, the gunners moved all the available shells.
There are many advanced spherical howitzer shells among them.
Even the lid of the powder keg was opened.
So, when the mortar shells fell, the explosion occurred.
Countless huge fireballs rose up, and the shock wave lifted the artillery and blew up the artillery shells. The entire artillery position was like being in the crater of a volcano, emitting thick smoke and flames outwards.
Upon seeing this, Ichibei Nara ordered his men to take off their helmets, took out a red dragon pattern cloth and tied it on their foreheads.
He stood up, pointed his sword far ahead, and shouted.
"Warriors, embrace the glory of battle!
The time has come to be loyal to His Majesty!
Wude black card, onboard! "
"Give it a tuzi."
"Onboard!"
The samurai group howled like a killing pig, and under the cover of heavy machine guns and mortars, began to launch a group charge.
The blinded British army was no match for these ferocious warriors. They felt that there were enemies everywhere, firing randomly into the possible darkness.
When the samurai rushed up, they didn't even have a chance to surrender.
As the warriors charged, the Ming army extended to both sides after extending for a distance at the protrusion.
A classic strategy of division and siege was used, dividing the British army into three parts: one large, two small and three.
Three companies were separated to withstand the support of the British troops in the large area, and all heavy firepower was concentrated to cover the two small areas with firepower.
When the French land observation group entered the front line, the night battle had reached its climax.
"Position XXX, a large number of British troops were found. Requesting artillery support. Requesting artillery support!"
Company commander Ding Qiao lay behind the bunker, secretly observing the trembling British troops gathered 500 meters away, and immediately wrote a small note and handed it to the ordering soldier.
After doing this, he touched a cartridge belt and found that there were about 56 bullets left.
In order to expand the results of the Samurai's night attack, Kong Er distributed 300 bullets to each soldier, weighing 2.5 kilograms, which was the limit that foot infantry could carry.
You know, the Type 1799 Moxing Nagant also weighs 4 kilograms. Coupled with various kettles, lunch boxes, body armor, steel helmets, first aid medical kits, etc., the load of a fully loaded Ming Dynasty soldier has reached its limit.
Therefore, Kong Er had a clear understanding of the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the 1st Division, and dared to attack the 25,000 British troops with 3,000 men from two regiments, and carried out division and encirclement.
"Where are the logistics troops? Why haven't the ammunition been shipped yet?"
Ding Qiao grabbed a divisional messenger with a leather bag on his waist and asked loudly.
“The logistics manpower is insufficient, and they are all arranged to transport heavy machine gun bullets and artillery shells!
The command headquarters issued an order that riflemen should shoot accurately unless faced with enemy counterattacks! "
After the messenger finished speaking, he ran away as fast as he could and began to deliver messages to each company in turn.
Ding Qiao also sat down on the ground and threw his helmet on the ground.
At this time, the guard reminded: "Company commander, according to combat regulations, helmets are not allowed to be taken off at will on the battlefield.
Company Commander, in this battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere, it’s safer to wear it..."
As the guard spoke, he picked up the helmet and put it on Ding Qiao.
Ding Qiao scratched the back of his head and sighed.
"Okay, our rifle company has become the fourth class."
During Zhu Zaiming's military training, the soldiers often teased him because of the different funding ratios between the army and navy.
The navy is the first class, the artillery is the second class, and the infantry is the third class.
Now the division headquarters is under too much logistical pressure, and all the limited transportation capacity is given to artillery and heavy machine gunners. Aren't these riflemen just fourth-class people?
At this time, the artillery battalion with sufficient logistics began to pour artillery shells, and unless the barrel was overheated, it was in a rapid-fire stage.
The officers of the artillery battalion fired artillery in order of priority according to the firepower request notes sent by each department.
The nearly 80 heavy machine guns of the two regiments also began to tilt their ammunition at the two positions.
Shooting wildly at possible gathering points of British troops, the ammunition hand wore asbestos gloves throughout the process and constantly replaced ammunition chains, barrels and cooling water tanks.
A dense network of orange-red ammunition enveloped the position, and the flames of exploding shells illuminated the night sky.
During the interval of fire support, the artillery battalion also arranged several mortars to fire illumination bombs at the British positions.
Three long, blazing white shells fell slowly, reflecting the horrified faces of the remaining British troops.
The metal wall made of bullets pressed up, and the British troops were like minced pork, scattered everywhere.
The French viewing group watched this crazy scene.
"Oh my God, Holy Mary!"
"The firepower network formed by heavy machine guns, coupled with the endless howitzer projection!"
"Is this the Eastern battlefield?"
Since the Ming Dynasty sent troops, these French people have seen the Ming Dynasty's advanced weapons and equipment, but this is the first time they have seen large-scale positional warfare.
There was a French officer holding a telescope and dancing excitedly.
"It's so fun, so fun, kill these British sand dollars! hetUi~"
Speaking of excitement, I didn't forget to make a "yeah" gesture and spit out thick phlegm.
