The last defeated Belgian army was trampled, run over, hacked to death, and shot to death by these French cavalry like hunting rabbits! But they themselves also suffered huge battle losses. The six Gatling towers on the southern city wall opened six death fans. Anyone who entered would be certain to die!
The stamped breastplates of these cavalrymen may be able to withstand the power of swords and small-caliber bullets, but when faced with heavy machine gun fire, these heavy and gorgeous breastplates are like paper.
Puff puff... the bullet penetrated the body and shot out from the back. Blood arrows flew in the air. The heads of the war horses were blown open. The corpses of the men and horses lay scattered on the ground.
Standing on the high watchtower, Xiao Letian could clearly see the trajectory of the machine gun fire. From a distance, it looked like a sharp table knife cutting soft cheese and butter.
Every turn of the heavy machine gun shooter can cut off a large piece of bloody meat from the French army formation!
"Keep up the firepower...continue to supply ammunition...are these French people crazy? Are they using cavalry to attack the city? Are they still charging forward with Gatling on their backs?"
Wang Chen looked at the piles of corpses outside the town. Everyone was killed. He had never seen an army that didn't know how to fight!
The thousand Chinese defenders were all shocked. Faced with this completely suicidal attack by the French, no one could understand it!
"No... what we are facing is a decoy! The enemy's large forces are circling the city in the dark!" Nohira's eyes were so bright that he didn't even have night blindness.
Sure enough, in the dark night, a large number of French troops began to circle around the town of Syny. They extinguished their torches and quietly hid their figures in the darkness, and launched attacks on the east and west wings of Syny.
"Withdraw the two Gatlings...defend the left and right wings...allocate the * and *..." Sima Yun gave the order with a stern expression, and the defenders in the town began to disperse to the two wings.
Xiao Letian's face became more and more ugly. "Look at the uniforms of these cavalrymen. They are all in the style of the Praetorian Guard! Is the French Emperor so willing to give up his capital? Is this what the French army is like?"
The Franco-Prussian War completely exposed France's combat effectiveness in front of the world. Originally, people thought that Napoleon III's army was a tiger, but the continuous defeats from the beginning of the war to the present made everyone understand that this army was actually a tiger. A sick cat.
After losing consecutive battles, the French army's paint was finally exposed. Newspapers across Europe began to ridicule the sick cat at length, especially London's newspapers, which pointed their noses and called the French army a bunch of cowards.
Since the beginning of the war, the Chinese soldiers have looked down upon these French big noses more and more, but tonight the French army suddenly changed their style and became fierce and brutal. The sick cat suddenly turned into a tiger again.
This group of French troops were completely crazy. Faced with machine gun fire, these cavalrymen knew they would die but were not afraid. Almost the whole vanguard battalion was wiped out without a single deserter.
The troops outflanking on both sides were equally tenacious, facing the rifle fire on the city wall without blinking an eye!
The bullets flew wildly, blowing the company commander's head. The soldier holding the flag shouted, "Captain Charles is killed...Deputy Company Commander George..."
Before he could finish speaking, a bomb exploded right in front of the company. The fragments tore the flag into pieces and cut the throats of the flag-bearing soldiers. The deputy company commander also met God with his body covered in shrapnel.
"Damn..." An officer next to him directly picked up the military flag that was about to fall to the ground. He shouted in the team, "Both the company commander and deputy company commander were killed... Are there any backup commanders? Are there..."
No one answered after calling three times. He ducked down to avoid the hail of bullets, and the military flag in his hand was buzzing. "I am Baron Bruce of Rouen...with the rank of captain...is there anyone with a title and military rank that exceeds mine? Is there... "
The war horses are galloping forward, and the soldiers of the company are following the military flag and marching forward!
"Sir, there is no one with a higher title or military rank than you!"
"Very good, brothers, follow me and charge! I died in battle, and the one with the highest title and military rank will continue to command the troops!"
"The Praetorian Guards...charge...and fight to the death!"
"Kill!"
The city wall was right in front of us, and the shallow moat couldn't stop the tall horses. After making huge sacrifices, the first batch of cavalry finally rushed to the city wall.
"Installation*...break the city!"
The war horses had no time to slow down. Many cavalrymen and their war horses waded across the river protecting the city and directly hit the city wall!
"No! The French guys are going to plant*...shoot them to death! Throw*..."
Boom, boom, boom...* It smashed down from the city wall, and flames shot into the sky, and the whole town was filled with the smell of burning barbecue.
Boom... there was a loud noise, and the flames ignited the wounds on the French corpses. Although the entire city wall did not collapse, the dust flew up and a crack opened directly from the foundation.
"Continue to attack...fire and cover..."
The siege finally began. Only now did Xiao Letian and the others estimate the strength of the enemy. They looked at the size of the siege cavalry in front of them, at least 10,000 or more.
At this moment, the north gate was closed, and all the townspeople who had not had time to escape were hiding around the church and shivering. More and more French troops were surrounding them, and the firepower on the city wall could no longer stop them.
Xiao Letian only has a thousand special forces members in his hands, plus the defeated Belgian army of more than a thousand, there are only so many people who can fight. How to fight this battle?
Now six Gatlings are like six fire trucks. They are dispatched wherever the situation is most critical. The barrels of the guns are already red under the continuous shooting.
Thanks to the Chinese attaching great importance to the training of snipers, there are more than 150 snipers among a thousand elites. It was thanks to the control of these sharpshooters that the enemy did not blow down the city wall.
"Something's wrong! Look, head of state, snipers continue to kill enemy commanders, but the enemy's attack has never been chaotic!"
"This unit is completely different from what we have encountered before!" Wang Huaiyuan was engaged in intelligence work after all, and he was so careful that he could tell something was wrong at a glance.
How did Xiao Letian know that Alfred had brought out almost all the noble officers in the French cavalry, and even the baron could only serve as a company commander!
There are even future heirs to the earl among these soldiers!
The military aristocratic group is the foundation of the Bonaparte family. These people have received extremely high military education and are a group that attaches great importance to honor. When they fight bloody battles, the fighting power they erupt is extremely terrifying.
The sniper's hunting was unable to interrupt the French army's command system. The viscount was headshot and there was the baron, and above the baron there was the count!
After killing a captain, a major will immediately replace him. Such a command system cannot be disrupted by just a few snipers!
Boom...boom...boom...
Explosions were heard one after another, and there were many loopholes in the defense system of the town of Syni. There were more and more explosions under the city wall.
