It was chaotic, completely chaotic. There was no order at all on the battlefield. The soldiers fought completely according to the primitive instinct of war. They searched for the nearest enemy on the battlefield, fired, charged and then fought hand-to-hand!
It is undeniable that the personal quality of these French soldiers is still very high. They are all veterans of hundreds of battles who followed Napoleon III to colonize the world, and the foreign legions are the main force in attacking difficulties.
If the two sides fought in a normal formation, these remaining Prussian regiments might not be the opponents of the French army.
But war is never a simple battle in formation. This is not a gladiatorial battle between knights. There is no fairness or rules here!
War is about resorting to all possible means!
After the French army discovered the British fleet in the early morning, these armies began to rush to the beach and landed on Speke Island. These tired soldiers became porters when they should have slept and rested.
Artillery, war horses, ammunition boxes, food, medicines... all war-related supplies must be completed by the hands of soldiers.
This is a very arduous task, usually done by civilian laborers from various military ports, but this time they went on an expedition to the Prussian coastline, and it would be wishful thinking to find civilian laborers to do the work!
Everything needs to be done by oneself, and it doesn't matter if you are tired to death. What's more important is that the cumbersome and hectic process of transporting supplies is disruptive to the morale of the army!
Just when the soldiers were tired and irritable, the Zhiyuan incredibly rushed through the double-layer battle formation of the battleship and directly aimed its guns at these unsuspecting soldiers.
An indiscriminate bombardment destroyed the French army's limited artillery and greatly disrupted the French army's formation. Under the bombardment of absolute firepower, these French troops had no power to fight back and could only mess around like a group of headless flies. Collide!
The late night running wildly consumed the physical strength of these French troops. By the time the Prussian troops arrived, these French troops were basically half-tired and half-disabled!
On one side was the Prussian left-behind legion who had been galloping for half the night on war horses and had basically conserved their physical strength!
And on the other side is a headless fly who has been bombarded all night long!
Once these two troops came into contact, they were evenly matched at first, but later on, the more they fought against these French troops, the more timid they became!
"I can't stand it anymore...I need reinforcements here! These Prussians are crazy..."
One captain's saber was so cut that the edge broke, and blood spurted out all over his body. By this time, he was so tired that he lost consciousness!
There were fighting figures swaying everywhere around him, and the blood was thick and pungent. He had not had enough water after a night of bloody battles. At this time, his throat was so dry that it felt like it was stuck together.
Just after shouting a few words for help, there was a burst of dry cough and nausea!
The captain seemed to feel like he was back in Egypt again. When suppressing the rebellion of the Egyptian natives, he once led the soldiers and ran for ten kilometers!
Anyone who has run a marathon knows that after running a long distance, what people need most is not food but a mouthful of water!
It was the same today. The captain was so tired that he was about to breathe out. The blood he coughed was about to spurt out, but the Prussian troops on the opposite side pressed forward one after another, as if there was no end!
"Reinforcements...I need reinforcements..."
Boom boom boom... What answered him was not the reinforcements, but the roar of cannons. When the battlefield was tense, the crazy Prussians actually loaded several field cannons onto fishing boats and started bombarding along the coastline!
Artillery is the well-deserved god of war. The power of bombing cannot be resisted by the human body. No matter how brave and tenacious the French army is, their military formation will collapse amidst the roar of the cannon!
The dizzy captain was knocked down by tons of sand, followed by layers of corpses pressing on his body.
"This damn war...how on earth was this damn war fought? How did it end up like this..."
"Breakthrough! The Prussian army has broken through...Brothers, rush with me..."
Taking advantage of this moment, Xiang Ying and his two hundred brothers suddenly launched a charge and ran towards the fishing village not far away!
Rushing from the edge of the forest to the open area of more than 400 meters in the town, the soldiers of the Reach must travel through this dangerous area as quickly as possible.
"Run... everyone speed up... snipers cover the two wings..."
"Shotgun opens the way...disperses the defeated troops on the other side!"
What came oncoming was a group of French troops who had just retreated. These unlucky guys who had been knocked unconscious by the Prussian army encountered these two hundred murderers head-on before they could repair themselves. All they saw was a cloud of smoke from shotguns. Amidst the pervasive, crackling sound of gunfire, iron sand rushed over like clouds.
"The Chinese have broken through...the Chinese are here...besieging...quickly besieging..."
The dying French soldiers shouted to the surroundings, and soon the scattered French soldiers who heard the shouts began to shoot at the Chinese soldiers and quickly moved closer!
The snipers stopped and shot while running, and the half-crouched soldiers targeted and eliminated the nearest enemies. However, the number of enemies increased, and soon there were casualties in the team.
At this moment, Lin Zhen was running so fast that he was about to collapse. Although he only injured his arm and not his internal organs, he was bleeding too much because he had cut off more than half a kilogram of muscle.
Lin Zhen was now suffering from severe blood loss and had no physical strength to retreat. He could only move with the help of two guards.
"Let me go...let me go...the only solution for now is speed...you...you must rely on speed...to rush into the town..."
"I will drag you down... put me down..."
"Sir, please say less and save your strength... We have already left too many brothers behind, and we cannot leave any more..."
Whoosh...pop...there was a muffled sound, and Lin Zhen felt that his left arm suddenly had no support. The guard who had just been talking to him suddenly softened and fell to the ground.
"Brother...brother..." Looking at his brother who was shot in the chest, Lin Zhen's eyes were filled with stars. "I'm dragging you down...I'm dragging you down..."
At this moment, a shoulder grabbed Lin Zhen's arm, and Xiang Ying said in a low voice, "Shut your stinky mouth, what does it mean to be a drag... The stormtroopers will not drag anyone down!"
"Look at our brothers... they died on the way to charge!"
"The town is just ahead... Brothers rush in and set up shooting bunkers... As long as we reach the town, we will be half alive!"
Lin Zhen was in tears. The old man was crying like a loser. This was something Lin Zhen looked down upon the most before, but today he couldn't control his emotions at all.
"Xiang Ying...let me down...you are the commander, you have to protect yourself first..."
Xiang Ying didn't say anything, just turned around and smiled at him, and then suddenly held Lin Zhen on his back!
Xiang Ying suddenly exerted force on his waist and lifted Lin Zhen on his back!
"Brother, hold me! We are only a few dozen meters away, let's rush over!"
Note: Today’s second update is late, I’m very sorry, I’ve been out of the house for a day!
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