No French army could have imagined that an enemy would attack from their back. Their attention was all attracted by the bloody battle in the southeast of the highlands, and the main forces were all pressed to the front.
The Chinese special operations team caught the enemy by surprise. Now there was only one company of guards around Frossard, plus a company of cavalry from the Queen's Cavalry Regiment. A total of more than 200 people were stationed in the castle. They were simply unable to resist the attack of five hundred people.
There are countless castles in Europe during the Middle Ages, many of which were built by small lords. For small castles like Rosenberg, there was no thought of garrisoning heavy troops from the beginning.
To put it bluntly, the entire castle is a place of refuge for the noble lord and his family. In the event of a war, the lord and his family will stand guard with one or two hundred guards waiting for help, and no one can control the remaining common people.
It's not that Frossard didn't want to place more troops in the castle, but such a narrow and cramped castle would be very crowded if it could accommodate a hundred cavalry and more than a hundred infantry. If there were more, it would be crowded.
The explosion in Rosenberg alarmed the entire highland garrison. Countless officers watching the battle on the front lines looked back at the smoke-filled castle in astonishment, and for a moment they lost the ability to think.
"What happened? Who blew up the ammunition depot?"
"No, it's a bugle call for help. The castle has been attacked by the enemy!"
"My God, where did this enemy come from! Return to support, return to support the Chinese army..."
At this time, the entire French army's front was in chaos. Without orders, the regiment and battalion commanders under Frossard made their own decisions and began to dispatch elite troops and generals to return to the castle.
However, they had calculated how narrow the path leading to the castle was. When the number of returning soldiers exceeded 3,000, the entire highland was in chaos.
People crowded and collided with each other, and soon the troops were mixed together. Officers could not find their soldiers, and soldiers could not find their commanders.
The road was originally narrow enough, but the cavalry still squeezed in hard. As a result, they squeezed in and knocked down a large area of their own infantry.
Darkness has become the biggest accomplice of the Chinese people. The darkness makes it impossible to tell the difference between east, west and north. They just rely on instinct to climb towards the firelight on the high ground.
At this time, the battle situation in the castle has turned into a one-sided massacre. These Chinese special operations team members are all proficient in cooperative tactics, especially in urban street fighting. They cooperate with each other on a small scale, often with three or four teams shooting intensively to cover one team. Rush.
The attacking fronts were intertwined, and the advancing teams were like the teeth of a hacksaw tearing off pieces of flesh and blood from the enemy's defense line.
The dense rain of bullets made the enemy unable to raise their heads, and the burning gunfire cleared away the defenders in each room. After a while, one-third of the French troops in the castle had been killed on the spot.
"Damn it! When have the French warriors been suppressed and beaten by the Chinese? This is a shame! The third squad rushed out and occupied the church bell tower!"
"If there are any warriors who dare to die, rush out with me...other troops will cover us!"
What is a veteran? To put it bluntly, veterans are a group of murderers. These people killed from Crimea to North Africa, to the Qing Dynasty, and to Mexico... Doesn't that person have more than a dozen lives in his hands?
These people have long been perverted and become a group of lunatics as soon as they arrive on the battlefield. They are not afraid of life and death as long as they win!
"For His Majesty the Emperor...charge!"
The French troops in the stables shouted and launched a countercharge. Their figures ran wildly on the street. They wanted to rush into the bell tower of the church opposite and control the battlefield from a high position.
At the same time, countless figures suddenly flashed out of the windows of the stables and surrounding houses. These soldiers with guns began to fire at the Chinese on the opposite side, and the bullets were fired densely and hard.
"Haha, you guys want to rush through our position? You're dreaming!" Ma Hui spat on the ground, "Fire in the eleven o'clock direction... the shotgun is working!"
With an order, the six special operations team members suddenly stood up and fired intensively with guns in the direction of eleven o'clock, where the enemy's firepower was the densest. The bullets hit the opponent's windows and bricks flew into the air, and there were screams in between.
This salvo bought Ma Hui 0.5 seconds of safe shooting time. He was holding a thick shotgun, rolled forward and rushed to the door, and fired one shot at the street without having to aim.
After firing, he didn't even look at the flames of war, he just dodged and hid behind the door!
In just 0.5 seconds, when he dodged, a stream of bullets hit the place where he had just shot!
The shotgun is indeed a sharp weapon in street fighting. With this shot, tiny pellets flew out like a dark cloud, and the four French soldiers at the front were immediately blinded.
"Ah! My eyes... God, what is this..."
"Hahaha... open fire... put pepper* and blow up these bastards!"
Four black guns flew out, bursting into clouds of gray smoke on the long street, and soon the French soldiers in the smoke were choked and breathless.
At this time, Ma Hui and his soldiers took advantage of the chaos and fired another round of volley. Not one of the French death squads was left dead in the street.
"These French guys are quite smart. They still know how to occupy the church tower? Unfortunately, it's too late..."
Sure enough, it was already too late. At this moment, Xiao Letian had climbed to the highest point of the castle, and his hands had already touched the bronze bell engraved with biblical texts!
The head of state looked at the panicked French army at his feet with disdain and smiled contemptuously, "Frossard? You are no match for me. When it comes to playing with people's hearts... I am your ancestor!"
At this point, Xiao Letian stretched out his hand and pulled the bell rope... Dang, Dang, Dang... The loud bell rang over the castle, and the entire battlefield heard it.
"Set off fireworks! Fireworks signal for our attack!" Xiao Letian shouted against the wind.
Whoosh... bang! Whoosh... bang!
Red fireworks exploded in the sky, clearly visible within a ten-mile radius. Brigadier Cameco at the foot of the mountain was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. "My God! Isn't this a Chinese signal bomb? The highest level..."
"My God, did the head of state rush up? Damn it..."
Cameko hit his head with his fist in a hurry, "How did he get up there? Only the Chinese can make this kind of fireworks, and only the head of state can use this kind of fireworks..."
Nonsense, can ordinary people use fireworks that explode into a red rose pattern in the sky? This kind of exquisitely crafted fireworks is hand-customized by the old Liuyang craftsmen entrusted by the Chinese people.
The annual output is very low, and only high-level Chinese people are allowed to own such uniquely shaped flares. Xiao Letian was extremely coquettish and chose a red rose firework for himself.
On the Shura battlefield, a bloody red rose actually burned in the night sky. This scene looked so weird, but it was also full of tempting and unique beauty!
