"Da da da~"
"Kaka..."
The machine gunner squeezed the trigger tightly, forgetting the operational requirements of burst fire, and looked crazy.
There is a tracer bullet every five bullets, and the dense barrage is six times denser than what can be seen.
He was feeling great, but the ammunition hand beside him was breathing heavily, constantly maintaining the heavy machine gun, and beads of sweat flowed from his forehead to his neck.
The fire continued for half an hour.
Kong Er gathered the remaining 1,600 members of the Samurai Order and organized a cleanup during the break.
When Nara Ichibei led the samurai group into the position, what he saw was wreckage and broken corpses all over the ground.
Starting from the 500-meter blockade, it goes deep to 2,000 meters behind.
The British soldiers who survived the journey lay beside the corpses of their comrades, wailing in pain.
"Last hit!"
Nara Ichibei gave the order with an expressionless face.
Seeing that these British soldiers whose intestines had been punched out could not survive, they simply helped them end their pain.
After more than ten minutes of cleaning, the warrior group only found the remaining soldiers with dull faces in the cesspool deep in the position.
Nearly 8,000 British troops in two small positions were wiped out, and only less than 100 remaining troops were captured.
During the half-hour long firepower projection, these people were greatly stimulated mentally and their bodies were like noodles. They were dragged and thrown into the prison camp by the samurai group.
With the end of the fighting in the encirclement, the Ming army began to fight against the large positions again.
The warriors charged again without stopping.
Compared with the first night attack, Nara Ichibei clearly felt that the British resistance was almost zero.
British Army Lieutenant General Harker survived this half hour amid the tragic battle reports from the front line.
From the moment the Samurai launched their assault, his British position was like paper, shattering at a touch.
Subsequently, letters asking for help from various ministries came like snowflakes.
Ha Ke organized a large force from the rear to counterattack, but was blocked by the intensive firepower of the Ming army, leaving a large number of corpses.
Later, he witnessed with his own eyes the fierce shelling of the Ming army.
Huck had no choice but to give up the rescue and withdraw the 15,000 British troops behind him to Sydney city, preparing to fight street battles relying on houses and castles.
The remaining British troops on the position were quickly wiped out by the knights.
The sky turned white, the morning sun had just risen, and the Ming army's shelling began again.
With dark circles under his eyes, Huck kept arranging soldiers to strengthen the defense, leaving the main force to huddle in the central bastion and wait for news of the naval battle.
But what he was waiting for was bad news.
His guards searched the city of Sydney but found no whereabouts of William.
Only in the warehouse of the Governor's Palace were found a large amount of treasures that had not been taken away, as well as despatches of the navy's defeat.
After hearing the news, Hackton felt dizzy, his vision went dark, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
At this time, the city of Sydney was in chaos, and civilians, businessmen, and indigenous slaves were terrified.
The Ming army defeated 25,000 British troops in just one night, and artillery shells even fell on the city of Sydney.
Everyone knows that Sydney can no longer hold on.
They dragged their families, simply packed up their belongings and headed to the port to prepare for their escape.
Nearly 50,000 colonists in Sydney crowded into the harbor and boarded the few sailing ships.
The morning sun was bright red, and the sea reflected orange-red reflections.
The combined fleet of Ming and France emerged in the morning light.
The three largest steel warships puffed out thick smoke, and the flag of the Ming Navy was flying.
A huge fleet blocked the port.
The colonists looked at all this in despair.
After the Ming Dynasty completed the encirclement by land and sea, the 1st Brigade and the Heavy Artillery Brigade on ships began to land, capturing all the civilians crowded in the port and keeping them under centralized custody.
The heavy artillery brigade began to unload the ship, and 24 75mm guns, 12 105mm guns, and four 240mm siege heavy guns began to set up positions.
After a night of intense marching, the two land brigades finally completed their rendezvous in the early morning.
Three infantry brigades and one heavy artillery brigade of the 1st Ming Dynasty Division completely surrounded Sydney's 15,000 defenders.
As for street fighting, Zhu Zaiming rejected the idea of a full-scale attack on the General's Mansion.
Zhu Zaiming did not doubt that the Ming army could break through Sydney in a short time.
But the Ming army will definitely suffer heavy casualties. No matter how bad the British flintlock gun is, it is still a gun, and hitting the vital points of the Ming army soldiers will still be fatal.
Today's 1st Division is Zhu Zaiming's treasure, and strategies that only increase casualties will not be adopted.
Therefore, Zhu Zaiming adopted a stupid method.
The heavy artillery brigade began shelling buildings in Sydney one by one, flattening the British army's terrain advantage for street fighting.
At the same time, gunners can also be trained, giving the French mission, which has just purchased six 240 heavy cannons, the opportunity to fire.
"Boom~"
The heavy artillery of the heavy artillery brigade began to roar, and the forward observer recorded the impact point and continuously updated the data and sent it to the artillery position.
"The pillar, you damn girl knocked it crooked!"
Chen Deng, commander of the artillery brigade, took the newly received note and sprayed it at the pillar.
Zhuzi's name is Zhao Tiezhu, and he is considered the best gunner in the heavy artillery brigade.
Therefore, Chen Deng arranged for him a 240-meter heavy artillery, with a company of nearly a hundred people serving the artillery.
The foundation is laid, the chassis is installed and the steam engine is used to power the rotating device.
Zhao Tiezhu took the coordinate information sent from the front line, combined with data such as air humidity, high and low air pressure and density, wind speed and pressure observed by the meteorological troops, and constantly directed the gunner to adjust the angle of the artillery.
"Boom~"
There was a violent gunshot, the 240 heavy artillery was shrouded in thick smoke, and the 240 heavy grenade was thrown into the sky and then fell.
Perhaps due to the blessing of the Supreme Lord, the shell accurately hit the corner platform of the central bastion.
The huge explosion directly destroyed the stone fortress wall, and the buffer soil inside was scattered into a pool.
Nearly a hundred British troops on the corner platform were bombed to the point where no intact organs could be found.
When the news came back from the observer, Chen Deng slapped his thigh and laughed.
The soldiers serving the gun let out deafening cheers, inspected the gun with high spirits, and started loading the gun again with a crane.
Huck saw this extremely explosive scene through the telescope in the central castle of the bastion.
At this moment, his heart was very peaceful.
After all, the news of the defeat of various ministries had already made him numb.
Sydney's outcome is already very clear. What lies before Huck at this moment is whether to resist to the death or to surrender.
He kept a constant watch on the city's front lines.
A large number of houses were destroyed by artillery fire, and the outskirts of Sydney were bombed into rubble. The warriors received orders from time to time and began to charge on board.
The warriors rushed into the ruins, looking for British troops who might be hiding and began to clear them out.
Then the Ming army entered the scene, set up positions and set up crane guns to suppress the intact buildings in the distance with fire.
The effective range of the British flintlock guns was less than 200 meters. Faced with the free firepower of the Ming army, it was impossible to organize a defense. The front line was constantly being broken through and compressed, and it was almost reaching the edge of the bastion.
The artillery bombarded, the warriors charged, and finally the Ming army entered and set up positions to block fire, and so on.
York held up the telescope and secretly marveled.
It seemed that it was right to give up going to the Manchu Qing Dynasty and follow Shen Yulong to the Ming Dynasty.
During this month, he saw with his own eyes how the Ming Dynasty's military reforms violently defeated the arrogant British army.
This advanced experience of beating British dogs is what the French desperately need.
It is a pity that he can purchase 240 heavy guns from Daming and even has the share to order three steel battleships, but other advanced weapons are not in the arms sales catalog to France.
This made him very sorry.
He also wanted to form a mechanist for Napoleon.
