The winding mountain path leading to Beishan is full of messy boulders. The white mounds prove that they have just collapsed from the mountain. The smoke in the air is more proof of what just happened here.
On the narrow winding mountain road, several corpses were lying on the ground scattered among the rocks. Bright red blood was flowing on the ground like a stream. Without exception, these corpses were all wearing the unique light blue uniforms of the New Army.
The dead soldiers were all General Liang Kun's personal guards. Two guard companies of 300 people were now huddled on the mountain road like a trapped snake. The surrounding dense forest was full of crackling gunshots.
"Third squadron assault...there are enemies in the dense forest at six o'clock..."
"Move rocks...build a bunker for the general..."
"Go away, I don't want any special treatment, just rush up and beat these damn spies to death..."
It was Liang Kun and the soldiers he was going to take to Guotou Village who were shouting and fighting, but they didn't expect that they would encounter stray bullets fired from the east by French warships just as they arrived at Beishan Trail.
The explosive shells provided by the British were indeed very powerful. This shell hit the mountain full of cracks, and thousands of cubic rocks rolled down. The guard company suffered heavy casualties immediately.
This was an accident. The French fleet did not find any trace of Liang Kun and his party. The shell was originally intended to bomb a village in the dense forest, but it accidentally hit and deviated from the trajectory and exploded just above Liang Kun's head.
The flamboyant French warship was looking for the next target, but at this moment, three white flags were suddenly raised in the dense forest above Liang Kun's head, and their whereabouts were actually discovered by Sun Ximei and his group.
When the French warship saw that the shooting target for the artillery was marked inside, it did not dare to neglect and opened fire continuously. A large amount of the mountain was collapsed by the rumbling sound of the gunfire, and Liang Kun's guard company suffered heavy casualties.
"Fuck grandma... why are there so many moles and endless thieves? I'll cut you into pieces with a thousand swords." Seeing the tragic death of his brothers, Liang Kun was furious and immediately ordered the troops to disperse and fight back in batches. Entering the jungle for the first time.
Chang Sanhao, Sun Ximei, Stubborn Donkey and others who were hiding in the mountains were far more familiar with this forest than Liang Kun and others. This had been their hiding place for a long time. Relying on the mountains, they began to work with the security company. Soldiers fight.
"Brothers... fight and retreat... hold back these soldiers, and we must not let them reinforce the country. Success or failure depends on this. Whether we can return home in glory depends on this deal."
Sun Ximei and the others knew very well that in the eyes of the imperial court, they were just a bunch of flying eagles and lackeys. They were good slaves if they could hunt down prey. If the mission failed, they would not have the kindness to support their elders.
This time, he either cooperates with Gong Cheng to complete the mission and returns to the country to be promoted and make a fortune, or he wanders overseas. There is no third option.
The Chinese people in this era still have a strong sense of ruralism. It is more uncomfortable to let them live overseas than to kill them. They are still fighting for their dream of returning home in fine clothes, getting promoted and making a fortune.
The new army on Liang Kun's side is an elite one trained by Xiao Letian. Now is a period of great momentum. The bombings in vain these past few days have made them unable to fight back, which has made them full of anger. Even if both sides are The tip of the needle is pointed.
After three salvoes, the French warships gave up because they lost the obvious target. However, the battle in the mountains and forests continued. Although the outcome was now uncertain, Liang Kun's plan to launch an attack in person at the head of the country was in vain.
Now the battle situation in Guotou Village has reached its peak. Chu Zhao, Luo Houhou and Liang Kun thought of going together. When the French bombing began indiscriminately, the Beishan defense line began to charge.
Hundreds of young New Army soldiers and militiamen began to charge at the French fortifications with rifles, shouting and killing in a shocking manner. The French Marines relied on the ruins of Kunigami Village and the low defensive walls built in the past few days. White smoke rose from the rifle fire, and the dense rain of bullets repelled wave after wave of new army offensives.
The French underestimated the courage of this group of Asians. This was the first time they felt the cruelty of the European battlefield under the Asian sky. The yellow faces on the opposite side seemed not to know life and death, charging like moths into the rain of bullets.
After knocking down one group, another group rushed up. The shock wave of alternating cover shook the French position to the point of collapse. Sections of defense lines were broken through, and the most shocking hand-to-hand combat began.
"Brothers...folks... hundreds of thousands of people in Naha are suffering, and the despicable French are massacring our brothers and sisters... rush forward to defeat them and avenge the victims..."
"Revenge, revenge, revenge." Among the deafening roars were the friction sounds of bayonets penetrating the human body, the pitiful wails of the dying, and the heartbreaking screams of the French.
"Weak Asians actually dare to fight with the French army with bayonets. The fighting spirit they come from is the same weak nation we encountered six years ago."
Whether these French people believe it or not, the battle has reached this point, and the French Army, the strongest in the world, has begun to fight hard.
"The artillery is ready... to blow them up... to shoot at close range..." In a series of French commands, four black gun barrels suddenly flashed out of the ruins behind the battle line. No one expected that the French would actually take advantage of this. At night, four artillery pieces were unloaded from the battleship. This was the last trump card for the Kunigami Village defenders.
"Kill these barbarians... open fire." After a series of explosions, the charging wave of people was lifted into the air. Mud and broken limbs fell down like rain. The defense line that was breached quickly He took it back.
Chu Zhao punched the trench, "It's hateful... It's hateful, it's just a little bit close, it's just a little bit close... Come on, come here, five hundred more death squads, I'll take you to charge..."
At this time, Luo Houhou, who had just retreated, wiped the blood on his face as if it was not his own. He grabbed Chu Zhao and shouted, "Be careful... I just saw it. The enemy's shells are very abundant. I'm surprised." It’s weird, it’s been four days since the bombing, why can’t these French people use up all their shells..."
Before he could finish speaking, Kunigami's four artillery pieces roared, and clouds of smoke rose from the trench area. The death squads that had just gathered were all blown down.
After all, Xiao Letian's new army has only been established for a short time. According to his plan, infantry and artillery coordination should only be launched next year. Now the limited military funds are allocated to coastal defense forts and future naval construction. The army simply did not have time to popularize artillery.
When flesh and blood encountered artillery bombardment, even a strong spirit was of no use. When the French army used its final trump card, the battle situation in Guotou Village suddenly became stalemate. Several subsequent charges organized by Chu Zhao were repulsed by artillery. Back, the French army did not dare to attack rashly due to insufficient strength, and the two sides fell into a temporary period of calm.
It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when this battle started, and the whole day was about to pass. The people in Naha City had been completely evacuated, and the refugees exposed in the mountains had also fled deeper into the mountains, leaving only Some supplies that could not be moved were still under French artillery fire.
Looking at Naha Port again, the Ryukyu Coastal Defense Battery's shooting for a whole day only caused some minor damage to the Glory and other battleships. The cunning Molière had already ordered the battleships to expand their cruising range around two o'clock in the afternoon. While bombing the main urban area, it is necessary to intensify the attack on other targets.
Molière's order was actually quite helpless. After a day's bombing, Naha Port had become an empty and dead city. It was really unwise to continue to waste ammunition.
The war has now successfully fulfilled Gong Cheng's previous expectations. The skinny old man stood on the deck of the merchant ship, blinking and talking to himself.
"Hey, dear, it has only been six years, and the Europeans' combat effectiveness has been strengthened. Six years ago, their cannons were firing solid projectiles, but now they are all firing explosive projectiles. The range of their cannons at that time was not as good as this. It’s so far away. Could it be that this is the power of a rifled gun?”
Gong Banlun was actually only half-familiar with the West. His understanding of the development of Western science and technology was far inferior to Xiao Letian's. He couldn't understand the difference between rifled cannon and smoothbore cannon, let alone the principle of blooming artillery shells.
Because his data was still at the level of six years ago, he estimated that Ryukyu would have to undergo a day and night of bombing before its morale collapsed. But after seeing the power of the new artillery with his own eyes today, the old man finally felt relieved.
"Okay, okay, now Naha has become a ghost town. I firmly believe that these stinky people have been scared to death. The little courage Xiao Letian brought to them has probably been exhausted...ha Haha, my plan worked."
"Come here, prepare the boat. I'm going to the Glory to meet with the special envoy. We will definitely win this battle."
In Gong Cheng's mind, it was quite surprising that the Ryukyu people could calm down from the rice riots. In the minds of such villains, everyone is selfish and the common people are untouchables. Able to sell sons and daughters,
What bullshit countries and nations are not as important as their own interests. Slaves like ants have no right to choose their masters. Besides, as long as they have food to eat and a house to live in, who cares whether the people above their heads are ruled by foreigners or Japanese. Woolen cloth.
It's just a matter of changing the master and continuing to kowtow. Maybe the foreign adults are in a good mood and will reward you with two bowls of white rice. Why shouldn't the untouchables who are well fed and drunk be able to praise their virtues?
"Ryukyu, Ryukyu, you now think that I am a heinous bad guy, the culprit who ruined your country and your family, but in less than a hundred years, you will all have to thank me... You all remember clearly, what this world pays attention to is We respect the strong. If we don’t follow the strongest party, how can we still hang out with the weakest party?”
"Damn, you are a bunch of idiots. Do you know what colonization is? It means that the superior races send civilized envoys to manage the inferior races. This is the generosity of foreigners. A stupid person doesn't know how to appreciate it."
"Hmph...just wait. A hundred years from now, someone will definitely build a statue to commemorate me. Those idiots who stand in front of me, sooner or later you will end up with a kneeling statue."
