This is a completely unequal battle. The gap between the two sides is not measured in time but in era! The mechanical beauty of special operations, which is as precise and coordinated as a Swiss clock, is completely incomprehensible to indigenous monkeys. `乐`文``【风\/黄\/ Updates quickly, please search //ia/u///】
Under the command of brief military orders and sign language, all the soldiers rushed through each other quickly, tearing gaps one after another in the formation of thousands of enemies, and then tore off groups of lambs waiting for slaughter and gathered to kill them.
This is really a very strange battle scene. Five hundred soldiers from the reinforced battalion actually fought against three thousand natives, creating an overwhelming momentum.
Cutting and intersecting again and again can often peel off two to three hundred terrified natives, and then they can be massacred in organized platoons, and bullets are rarely even used.
When more than a dozen grenades were fired, the more than two hundred natives were stunned and stunned. Then they surrounded them with bayonets and slaughtered them all, just like slaughtering chickens and ducks. They were all dead in an instant.
The indigenous soldiers outside wanted to come to the rescue but could not break through Mauser's barrage. Just like this, three consecutive small-scale massacres were followed by a large-scale rout of the entire indigenous army.
It is really a wonderful and beautiful tactic. You can use less to hit more and still be able to create a partial encirclement. This requires strong company cooperation. Such a beautiful tactic cannot be achieved even if the rhythm is a little unstable on the battlefield.
"It's fun, it's fun to kill...Three rows are interspersed at ten o'clock...Surround the group of monkeys!"
The third platoon leader, Wang Chen, had already emptied a box of twenty rounds of ammunition. In the fan-shaped area in front of him, there was no longer an indigenous officer who dared to take command. The only ones left were the backs of Sayazi running for his life.
"Are you talking nonsense? What are you doing now? The enemy's entire army has collapsed. The current tactic is to roll up the bead curtain! Chase the defeated troops to kill me, and use the defeated troops to attack the enemy's subsequent positions..."
Deputy battalion commander Jiang Lie ran past Wang Chen and opened his mouth to yell, "Does any of our special forces yell during the battle? Look at who is talking nonsense?"
Wang Chen shrank his neck and took a closer look at the friendly troops around him. Sure enough, all of them were as silent as ghosts. Their killing movements were mechanical and standard. There was no trace of emotion in their eyes. There was no one like him who killed dozens of people. Yelling with excitement.
Wang Chen stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to neglect, "Come on me from the third row!" After saying that, he took the lead and started chasing away with his brothers.
Rolling back the bead curtain is a unique tactic of ancient cavalry. It uses a powerful charge to crush the enemy's formation and morale. When the enemy's main formation collapses and begins to flee, the cavalry will cover up the enemy behind, forcing the broken troops to attack the subsequent main formation. In the end the whole army collapsed.
In fact, not only cavalry, but infantry can also do it. Of course, these infantry must have a pair of iron feet that can run, and they must have excellent physical fitness, be able to fight hard, and have higher combat effectiveness.
These Chinese special operations battalions were able to do this. The three thousand enemies who came into contact with them at first had become driven cattle and sheep, running away like crazy.
The frightened native monkeys simply refused to obey orders and kept walking despite the shouts of the officers behind them. The group of killers in blue military uniforms behind them were more terrifying than those who forcibly crossed the Balan River.
One by one, the military formations were disrupted. The officers were just shouting to stabilize the formation, but a bullet came from nowhere and pried open his Tianling Cap.
It was as if countless ghosts suddenly appeared on the battlefield, specifically selecting those officers to attack. No one believed that these bullets were fired by the Chinese who were fifty or sixty meters away.
In the eyes of the natives, muzzle-loading muskets are already regarded as murderous weapons that only lords can possess, let alone these sniper rifles modified by Mauser.
In their minds, they had never seen a foreign gun that could shoot so accurately at a distance of fifty or sixty meters.
Fear soon began to spread among the army, and the Chinese people kept shouting that there were ghosts and gods to help them, otherwise there was no way to explain these ghost-like bullets.
No officer dared to stabilize the position anymore. More military formations were scattered, and the number of people who collapsed instantly exceeded 5,000.
What a concept it is to have five thousand people running like ducks in the wilderness in a heavy rain. The entire beach, tidal flats, fishing villages, bushes, farmland... are full of indigenous monkeys struggling for their lives.
They fell into the muddy pond while running. They got up and fell down again. They didn't care whether there was a road in front of them, even if it was a waterlogged rice field or an irrigation ditch. This group of people jumped into it, and some of their heads were stuck in the mud. He was choked to death.
What a weird war scene this was. In the pouring rain, there were countless scarecrows stuck upside down in the rice fields. Their heads were buried in the mud, their legs were struggling and hesitating outside, and they soon died.
There were also mentally broken soldiers kneeling in the pool, kowtowing desperately to the Chinese, mumbling without knowing what to say.
The strange thing is that these Chinese didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. They just kicked his weapons into the ditch and continued to pursue forward.
Wang Chen spat on a black monkey who was begging for mercy. "Damn it, if time were not precious, could I let you live? There is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave..."
"Platoon commander... There is a military flag five hundred meters ahead. It seems to be the flag of our military academy... We have already seen Bai Layi's brother! We are about to meet..."
"Charge... unite your forces to counterattack! Charge over..."
The soldiers seemed to be more than 500 meters away, but the actual distance was much greater than that. After all, it was a large-scale battle involving nearly 300,000 people. Even if they were only some indigenous soldiers and peasant soldiers, and even if most of them were fighting with cold weapons, this scale was still too large. It is already surprisingly big. In the history of Borneo, this is an unprecedented super battle.
Liang Kun was holding the command knife given by Xiao Letian. This kind of ceremonial weapon imitating the Tang Dynasty sword was not originally used for combat, but at this moment, the bright red fingertips were dripping with blood. Liang Kun actually chopped three times with the ceremonial knife. The head of an indigenous officer.
His blood was burning, and he seemed to be back under the Tianjing City with the roar of war drums. Millions of Heavenly Kingdom soldiers swept through half of the Qing Dynasty, and every city was reduced to ashes.
"Attack... No one will be left alive... Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"
"Let me see if my knife is still sharp, hahaha... Huh? What is that!"
Right in front of Liang Kun, behind the curtain of rain, a dozen huge black shadows suddenly flashed out, and there were even howls of monsters, and then a huge war elephant appeared in front of him.
"General, be careful..." The guard soldier pushed Liang Kun away with a tiger pounce. At that moment, a huge ivory with sharp knives tied on it passed three inches from the two of them, almost killing them. Two lives.
"Grandma's! Do you still have this thing? The war elephant soldiers invited by Meng Huo?"
War elephant, indeed a war elephant! These tamed and trained wild elephants, with three mahout handlers on their backs, and their tusks loaded with weapons, rushed like chariots.
This is the last secret weapon of the earth kings. It is very difficult to train war elephants. There are only twelve animals in the entire coalition army. Today, they have taken out all their wealth.
