This was a real dimensionality reduction blow. The emergence of airships changed the war from a plane to a three-dimensional one. The French army had never encountered such a fighting method. All officers and soldiers were caught off guard for a while.
The airship is not an ordinary hot air balloon. Its huge airbag provides huge buoyancy, which increases the load of the airbag several times.
The thickened protective measures were simply not something ordinary bullets could handle, but the French only had heavy bronze cannons on hand, and they simply couldn't set them up and fire upwards.
The entire Führer has become a bastion nemesis, like a beer screwdriver, it can easily pry open the bastion's defense from the top.
The three hundred special forces team members around Xiao Letian are all carefully selected. They are especially good at rock climbing and fighting between buildings. rappelling down dozens of meters is just like playing. They can even use pistols to attack while rappelling.
As soon as they saw each other, the top floor of the No. 5 bastion was captured. More than fifty special operations team members advanced and retreated in an orderly manner from top to bottom. Attack with grenades.
The muffled sound of bang bang bang sounded from every floor, and the soldiers outside could even see white smoke spraying out from the shooting port.
All the special forces members wrapped their mouths and noses with wet towels and only two eyes were exposed, which gave them an extra level of mystery. Whenever the smoke subsided, the group of soldiers jumped off the floor and quickly ended the battle with daggers.
Like a tornado, the No. 5 bastion exploded layer by layer from the top, and the three-story bastion fell instantly!
Frossard had gone crazy. He ordered all reserve infantry regiments to counterattack and retake the bastion. However, the bastion, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, locked the door, and all the shooting ports began to fire at the French Legion.
Wang Chen and the young Prussian officer also woke up from the shock. They cheered, "Long live! Long live the Führer! Counterattack!"
A battalion of Prussian troops and a company of Chinese vanguard troops quickly launched a counterattack against the cavalry in front of them. At this moment, the morale of the French retreated like an avalanche, and the French cavalry began to retreat after just one charge.
Boom boom boom... At this time, the familiar sound of Prussian artillery finally sounded from the North City Gate. The artillerymen who came for follow-up support were exhausted and sweating, and finally pushed the artillery in.
All the Belgian troops cheered. With the cover of cannons and airships, their collapsed morale was restored. Groups of Belgian troops with bayonets in hand actually dared to charge towards the French.
Frossard closed his eyes in pain, "Blow the retreat bugle...retreat to Bastion No. 15...retreat to the second line of defense..."
Countless French troops began to flee from the melee battlefield, and even the French troops stationed in some buildings began to flee. The Belgian troops in pursuit of the victory rushed into every house, kicked open every door, and swept away the last remaining corners. A stubborn enemy.
Xiao Letian looked at the tidal wave of attacking soldiers under his feet and Feng stood proudly, "We will form our offensive position with this bastion as the core. This battle is going to be fought like this. We don't need to rush, we have plenty of time!"
Two ropes dropped a Gatling machine, as well as more than ten boxes of ammunition, and soon the sound of Gatling shooting rang out from the No. 5 bastion.
The rain of bullets ricocheted among the retreating French troops, and the defeated French troops fell piece by piece like cutting leeks. Frossard's counterattack completely failed.
Wang Chen and the young officer were the first batch of attacking troops to rush to the bastion. They saluted the head of state above their heads, and the military flags of both sides were flying over the bastion.
The airship had begun to accelerate forward at this time. The young officer pulled his neck and shouted upwards, "Head of State... Head of State... Can I ask for your signature? Head of State..."
After shouting four or five times, Xiao Le was able to distinguish it from the chaotic battlefield sounds. He stuck his head out and looked at the young man waving the military flag and asked, "Is he the Prussian commander who just supported from the flank?"
"Yes, head of state!" replied the person next to him.
"Tell him! Let him fight hard... It's easy to see me. I will give him a medal at the post-war medal ceremony! What he wants now is to continue attacking and move forward bravely!"
The translator stretched his neck to pass on the words of the head of state. After hearing this, the young officer's face turned red with excitement!
"Yes! Resolutely complete the mission... The first battalion of the 3rd Guards Regiment, follow the airship's route and continue the attack!"
The combat area in charge of the Chinese was the first to conquer the bastion. Old Moltke and Bismarck, who were watching the battle from a distance, put down their lookout glasses and sighed, "Not even the Imperial Guards stopped this lunatic! What on earth did he want to do? As the supreme head of state of the Chinese nation, why don’t you cherish your own life so much?”
"Don't we have a Chinese proverb that says, a gentleman will not stand behind a dangerous wall? But why does this Eastern ally rush to wherever there is danger?"
Old Maoqi also sighed and shook his head and said, "Yes, we always take risks like this. There will be hidden dangers for the Chinese in the future... No matter how many there are, now that the breakthrough has been opened, let the follow-up troops go into battle!"
"Without airships, we can still conquer those bastions... let the artillery move forward and blast out a passage!"
No matter how brave the French army in Sedan fought, the disparity in strength was always their weakness. The siege troops three times the size of the French army began to invest in reserves.
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand...even one hundred thousand! Corpses like a wave began to swarm forward, and no matter how stubborn the veterans were, they couldn't withstand three times the attacking force!
Residential houses were blown down by artillery. The Prussian troops armed with bayonets rushed into the ruins and started fighting hand-to-hand. The buildings around the bastion were cleared one by one. Then the artillery bombarded them in turn, and the engineers took advantage of the chaos to rush forward.
Two hundred kilograms, four hundred kilograms, five hundred kilograms...even one blast used 800 kilograms*!
Almost the entire year's output of the Nobel Factory was transported to the city of Sedan, and the Prussians spent a lot of money to conquer these bastions.
Of all the attacking teams, the one with the smoothest success and the least casualties was the area in charge of the Chinese. With the powerful support of the airship, the French bastion was completely useless.
The trapped French Legion was forced to launch a counterattack that was bound to fail. They hoped to use their own flesh and blood to delay the momentum of the Chinese attack.
At this moment, even McMahon had moved to the area closest to Xiao Letian. The old French coach looked at the majestic airship in the sky, and his heart suddenly stung.
"Is there no way to deal with this ugly airship? Are we even hoping for peace talks?"
At this time, Frossard led the remaining troops back in defeat. He saw McMahon's legs weakened and fell to his knees directly, "Marshal... I am incompetent... The soldiers have tried their best, but they really can't fight anymore." …Woooooooo!”
