Ming humanitarian aid arrives on the island of Great Britain.
"This is compressed biscuits, this is orange soda, this is canned luncheon meat..."
The crew brought down boxes of supplies and piled them on the dock, gradually forming hills.
Berthier himself returned from the front and arrived at the port for a harmless inspection.
To be honest, Berthier was really afraid that some stupid soldiers would come online, and he was really holding on to some minor issues and not letting him go.
France is only one step away from completing the great cause of Europe.
At this juncture, the people of Ming Dynasty cannot be messed with at all.
However, Berthier was also afraid that the Ming people would send military supplies to the British Empire and destroy the good situation of the British Isles.
"Is that all?"
Berthier took the list and checked it briefly, but found no words such as "gunpowder", "steel", and "firearms".
He only saw more than 16,000 tons of various types of food and a small amount of medicine.
The person in charge from the Ming Dynasty laughed loudly, shook hands with Berthier, and said: "The Ming Dynasty and France are brotherly countries, how can we do anything to embarrass you.
Just these foods and medicines.
My Majesty is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see others suffer, so he sent some food to the civilians in the war zone. This is humanitarian aid. "
The person in charge said a lot, and Berthier couldn't help nodding, but he couldn't agree too much in his heart.
The strong always have a chance to show mercy to the weak, but these Anglo-Saxons are synonymous with bandits.
The British Empire has been under colonial rule for so many years, and ordinary civilians have also enjoyed the dividends of colonization. They have enjoyed enough.
Now the polarity is reversed, hunger and illness are their atonement.
Why bother to save them?
Berthier still couldn't understand.
He finally pointed to the batch of medicines and asked: "This batch of medicines...do civilians really need them?"
"Marshal, please rest assured about this. Humanitarian assistance is subject to the supervision of other countries.
If the marshal feels uneasy, he can send some soldiers to supervise. "
"Oh? Really?"
Berthier's heart was moved. Could it be that what Ming Dynasty was really doing was humanitarian aid?
Humanitarian aid indeed.
A few days later, these calculated supplies were distributed across Great Britain, and the French soldiers who followed found nothing fishy.
On the Sheffield front, the main battlefield where George III and Berthier competed, the two sides suspended the fighting for two days because of the Ming Dynasty's humanitarian aid supplies.
After mobilization by the Prince of Wales, more than 2 million British people gathered in Sheffield at this moment, including 60,000 regular soldiers and 50,000 auxiliary soldiers.
They dug trenches here and dug small radiating tunnels diagonally downward from Maoer Cave. These tunnels led to various houses.
Trenches, tunnels and houses formed Sheffield's defensive complex.
The British army hid some small-caliber artillery in houses, at the corners of trenches, and inside tunnels, loaded with shotgun shells and waiting for prey.
It was these fortifications that allowed George III to firmly withstand Berthier's 180,000-strong army.
A long motorcade entered Sheffield.
George III was extremely obese. He moved to the front of the motorcade with difficulty and held the hands of the person in charge tightly.
"Thank you Daming!"
He wiped away tears and could no longer express his emotions in any more words.
When the war reached this point, what George III lacked most was not weapons, but normal food.
Without colonial congestion, when the British exhausted all their food reserves, they could only turn their attention to those old dried meats.
Those 20-year-old dried meat prepared for the colonial army are already as hard as wood. Before eating, you need to find a hammer to beat it into fiber, so that it can be eaten.
Now Ming Dynasty sent food, and George III burst into tears.
Then he stopped abruptly and bared his teeth at a dozen French people, revealing half of his front teeth that had been knocked out by eating zombie meat.
"Why are you still here? Do you want me to prepare dinner for you?"
"Uh, no, no, no..."
After checking the supplies, a dozen French people ran away directly.
Although they entered Sheffield as messengers with the Ming people, they had no doubt that they would be killed by the "rioting civilians" tonight.
When they returned to the French army's position, they reported to Berthier the scope of the area where the Ming people lived.
The battlefield that had been silent for two days became lively again.
Berthier concentrated all the artillery of the army group to cover the trench area in front of him.
Smoke quickly covered the artillery positions, and the booming sound of artillery passed through the battlefield with a thunderous sound.
The smoke gradually obscured the artillery positions and drifted toward the British trenches.
The trench commandos, who had been prepared for a long time, skillfully blended into the smoke.
Massena, with Napoleon's newly established Legion of Honor hanging on his chest, held a bowl-muzzle gun and led the commandos quickly into the trenches.
The trenches were extremely quiet at this time.
The French soldiers' abuse of smoke screen assault tactics led the British army to gradually sum up some tactics.
For example, the British troops stationed in the area should keep quiet, and the personnel should try to withdraw into Maoer Cave and tunnels for defense.
If possible, some British soldiers who are not afraid of death can be sent to sneak into the French ranks and shoot randomly.
Massena suffered a loss once, and was caught in a smoke screen assault. The stressed French soldiers fought with their own people and suffered heavy losses.
In order to avoid the same problem from recurring, Massena could only reduce the number of soldiers conducting assaults and try to increase the proportion of officers.
"biU~"
There was a slight noise in the trench and a French soldier was shot in the chest.
He fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, and saw that he would not survive.
Massena on the side held the bowl gun tightly and counted silently in his heart.
There were a few more slight gunshots, and one French soldier fell again.
"Now! Rush!"
Massena suddenly raised his bowl-muzzle gun and rushed out with his men. Through the smoke in the trench, he found a cat-ear hole at a corner of the trench.
"Bang!"
Without even looking, Massena fired a shot at the entrance of the cave. A large number of shotgun blasts were fired into the cave, followed by a burst of screams.
Massena picked up a strange "musket" from the ground and threw another one to the ground, his face full of anger.
"Airsoft again!"
This is a Girardoni air rifle that appeared at the end of the 18th century and was equipped in small quantities by the Kingdom of Austria under the Holy Roman Empire.
Massena had seized many such air guns during previous battles with the Austrian army, as well as vehicles used to inflate air gun cylinders.
This airgun has a short range and lacks kinetic energy as the pressure in the cylinder decreases.
Generally speaking, it takes just a few shots to make it weak.
But it has a very good advantage. The gunfire is very light, which is very suitable for trench attacks.
After Massena arranged for a team of people to guard the cat's ear hole, he led the people forward again.
Over time, French soldiers occupied a small area of trenches.
At this time, the smoke gradually dispersed.
A French soldier stood up and prepared to observe the current position.
When he poked his head out of the trench, a row of black gun barrels were aimed at his head.
