Boom boom boom... The small-caliber field artillery set up at the top of the city began to fight back. When bombarding people at such a close distance, there was no need to consider the issue of aiming. Every shot could create a bloody blank in the crowd.
In the explosion, the bodies of the French soldiers were overturned in the sky like rag dolls and then fell down hard. The fragments of the shells were fired in a whoosh, and countless French soldiers fell into a pool of blood amid screams.
Just after one round of cannon fire, densely packed Prussian troops suddenly appeared on the city wall. They pointed their rifles at the city wall and pulled the trigger without even having to aim.
Bang, bang, bang... The flames from the muzzle of the gun connected into pieces, and the gunpowder smoke filled the sky like clouds.
The screams under the city wall were endless, and even an entire ladder fell to the ground. The corpse stumbled over the charging French army behind, and it fell into a large area.
"Suppressive fire! Shoot at the top of the city! Suppressive fire!"
In the charging crowd, the French officer roared at the top of his voice, his saber flashing coldly around him. Groups of soldiers swarmed forward, charging forward regardless of the cost under the rain of bullets.
At this moment, both sides are red-eyed, death is no longer so terrible, and the fallen comrades can only make them release stronger murderous intent!
The French Saspor began to fire intensively. This new type of rifle fired densely and accurately. Prussian soldiers were constantly hit in the head on the city wall, and they fell off the city wall without even a scream.
Bang bang... The bullets hit the rocks and burst out a series of stone fragments. Taking advantage of the gap where the Prussian army's shooting rhythm was disrupted, a ladder was finally erected on the top of the city.
"Well done! Hold the ladder steady! The foreign legion begins to climb the city! The rest of the French army provides fire cover!"
Six French soldiers stood in the angle between the ladder and the city wall, holding on to the ladder with both hands and falling down with their own weight!
The Prussian troops on the city wall tried their best to push the ladder, but there were too many French troops falling below it, and the quality of the ladder was really good enough. They pushed it three or four times without knocking it down!
At this moment, a group of dark-skinned soldiers wearing strange hats rushed out of the French army. Each of these soldiers held a sharp dog-head knife in their mouths and pistols on their waists. They jumped on the ground with their hands and feet. Ladder.
"It's the Foreign Legion in North Africa! The French have sent their scapegoats onto the battlefield! Shoot... shoot!"
Several brave soldiers leaned out half-body, pointed their guns at the foreign soldiers as hard as they could, bang bang bang... opened fire, and the two North African soldiers screamed and fell down.
However, there were more French troops covering under the city wall. These soldiers had just fired one round when they heard a crisp sound below. The young Prussian soldiers who stuck their heads out were also hit and fell down screaming.
The two sides have started a cruel game of life-for-life around the entrance of the ladder. The soldiers shoot at each other regardless of life and death. From a height of six meters, people can clearly see the cruelty, fear, confusion, anger... and other emotions in each other's eyes. !
finally! The strong North African mercenary finally jumped onto the city wall. He climbed onto the city wall with one hand and held the handle of the knife with the other hand. He yelled in the dialect of his hometown. The light of the knife flashed past the throat of a Prussian soldier. Red blood spurted out.
The successful North African mercenary stood on the city wall and waved the dog-head knife desperately. He took out a pistol with his other hand and started shooting left and right!
The Prussian army was also furious. They surrounded him in a semicircle and stabbed ten bayonets together, directly nailing the big black man to death on the city wall.
Although the North African mercenary died, he bought more than ten seconds for the newcomers. In just over ten seconds, three more mercenaries rushed up, and there were more soldiers behind them. Climb.
"Breakthrough! Well done! You are all the bravest warriors in the tribe..." The officer under the city wall waved his sword excitedly.
But at this moment, there was a sudden roaring explosion from the top of the city. It turned out that these red-eyed Prussian troops actually threw guns at close range regardless of casualties. Several mercenaries who rushed towards them were killed on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, four or five black lumps were thrown down from the top of the city, and bursts of fire exploded among the French army!
"Damn! Damn! Damn... call for help from the rear! We need fire support!"
Just when the French attack was frustrated, suddenly behind the charging crowd, about a hundred meters away from the city wall, several strange canvas tents were suddenly opened, and three strange weapons appeared in front of everyone.
The commander of the Second Army who was watching the battle showed a cruel smile, "Christopher... you are the commander of the Queen's Cavalry Regiment. I think you should be familiar with this secret weapon, right?"
Christopher looked at the three strange weapons in confusion and shook his head, "Sir, I've never seen this kind of weapon before? I'm really sorry..."
"Hahaha... This is the top secret of our military department, and it is also the most powerful fire support weapon in France!"
"Mitrayotz heavy machine gun! Twenty-five barrels are bundled together, with a maximum shooting distance of 1,200 meters and a rate of fire of up to 120 rounds per minute!"
"This is His Majesty the Emperor's secret weapon! Even the Imperial Military does not have more than 20 people who know this secret!"
"Look at his power! This is the invincible power of France!"
Thug, tug, tug... In the commander's roar, the three Mitrayotz heavy machine guns suddenly began to roar. The sound of continuous shooting sounded like people tearing cloth from a distance!
It is no longer possible to hear separate shooting sounds, all the sounds are completely connected together!
The French army's secret weapon was finally taken out, and a hail of bullets immediately formed on the city. The bullets hit the rocks intensively, and debris fell down. All the Prussian soldiers who probed and fired were mopped down. , the corpse fell down like wheat.
The pressure on the attacking French army was suddenly greatly reduced, and a new round of climbing began. All the people hanging on the ladders were commandos.
At this moment, there were no soldiers standing up at the top of the city. Everyone was frightened by such intensive firepower. At this moment, the French engineers who rushed to the city gate were also deployed.
The long gun was ten meters away. It was lit and then burned forward like a tongue of fire!
The French troops near the city gate were immediately evacuated. In less than two minutes, an earth-shaking loud noise was heard from the city gate. The fortress gate, which was unknown to have hundreds of years of history, was turned into pieces in the explosion.
"Long live!" The French army roared with joy. Countless soldiers began to charge without waiting for orders from their commanders. Looking down from the top of the city, they looked like a tide bursting through a dike and rushing towards the city gate.
At the same time, commandos on dozens of ladders also began to jump onto the city, and both the city gate and the city wall failed!
Commander Frossard looked at his pocket watch proudly, "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon... The battle ended in six and a half hours... It seems that we will have dinner in the city tonight!"
But just when he was satisfied, Alfred, the commander of the Queen's Cavalry, suddenly shouted, "Listen! What is the sound in the city?"
