The countercurrent military formation was like a heavy hammer hitting the rebel charging crowd. This was a typical field battle, with no trenches, no individual soldier pits, and no support for heavy firepower.
Some rifle volleys, rows of bayonets, and limited grenades are rare treasures. Only company commanders and above in each department are qualified to use these weapons.
To be flexible in fighting, you have to look at the Chinese and the special forces. Zhao Yidao and Shimazu Dalang are in charge of the first and third regiments respectively, controlling the rhythm of the battle at all times!
"Save bullets...Each department saves ammunition, and you must focus your fire every time you shoot...Damn it, who told you to shoot randomly?"
"The purpose of concentrated fire is to disperse groups of rebels, not to kill the enemy with bullets... kill the enemy with bayonets and your engineer shovels!"
"Have you only used a rifle for a few years? How many years have you? Damn it, have you forgotten all your skills in cold weapon combat?"
"Listen to my order... Direction of eleven o'clock, single shot..."
Bang bang bang... A company's rifles fired uniformly in the target direction. Opposite them, a rebel group of more than 200 people was roaring hysterically and rushing forward!
These rebels are already red-blooded. A night of bloodbath and looting has made them forget their fear. In their eyes, these newly organized imperial military formations, but the strength of two regiments, are simply not enough. !
"Come in... grab the heads and get the credit..." Before he could finish his words, he heard three blood arrows shot out of the rebel leader's chest, and the bullets pierced his chest!
A company of new Yulin troops fired single shots rapidly. Due to the intensive concentrated fire, the killing effect was overwhelming. It was as if the rebels were hit hard by a shovel, directly shoveling away a layer of flesh and blood.
The battlefield was filled with screams, the wails of the seriously injured, and the slightly injured crawling back in fright. In this round of shooting, more than forty rebels in the front were all killed, and there were a large group of wounded behind!
When Shimazu saw an opportunity, he drew out his long sword and shouted, "Charge up... pick them to death with your bayonet!"
A group of more than 100 new troops from the third company and more than 20 railway special forces rushed out like a swarm. Looking down from the high sky, they looked like an octopus curling up in defense. Suddenly Quickly reach out a tentacle!
This tentacle is filled with highly poisonous steel needles and stabs the prey hard!
"Kill..." The sound of the assassination was earth-shattering. A row of sharp bayonets rushed forward, pierced the rebel's chest, pulled it out and continued to stab forward!
Bayonet fighting is just a few moves back and forth, block, thrust, draw the sword, continue to block the thrust... What is important is for brothers to lean on each other's shoulders and cover each other!
This is not a showdown between martial arts masters. You have to be prepared from all sides. The individual soldier in the army only needs to be responsible for the fighting angle in front of you.
The safety of your left, right, and behind you is all left to your comrades!
This is the most efficient killing tactic. There are also a group of so-called folk martial arts fighting masters among the rebels. He also wants to show off a few moves and move around to find the enemy's flaws.
But on the battlefield, he was completely blind, because this was not a martial arts arena or a martial arts duel. This was a battlefield. There was a whole row of shining bayonets in front of him.
You can't see the end at a glance. If you attack in that direction, you will encounter more than two bayonets against you!
You dodged the thrust of the first bayonet, the second bayonet blocked the slash of your ghost-head knife, and the third bayonet had already found your weakness at this moment, and a thrust penetrated directly under your ribs. A scream and blood spurting out!
The rebel leader who was stabbed in the vital part had eyes full of disbelief, and blood spurted from his mouth as he muttered, "I...I...trained hard...Bagua Dao...eighteen...years..."
"Fuck you for eighteen years... I have been a member of the New Army for eighteen months..." The new army rushed up with two bayonets again, this time directly stabbing through the throat!
This is war, and what matters is extreme killing efficiency. The simpler the moves, the more powerful they are, and the stronger the actual combat type will be!
I am a soldier, and what I want is three against one, and what I want is to form a formation and kill. Why have you not bothered me for eighty-eight years in a row?
I have to admire that these Fuso warriors are really experienced in cold weapon combat. Shimazu Dairo controls the left wing with protruding tentacles. The sword in his hand only moves back and forth with a few moves, but the efficiency of killing the enemy is far superior to others.
Once the move is successful, he immediately returns to the military formation, looking for opportunities and repeating the attack. However, the simpler the move, the higher the killing efficiency!
In just a few minutes, his body was already covered with blood, and he turned into a red bloody man!
This group of rebels really couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing a row of bloody people pressing forward, the silver luster of the metal on the bayonets could no longer be seen, and everything was red.
"Oh my god... this is the God of Death! This is the devil..." After leaving two hundred lives behind, the remaining rebels dispersed in a rush.
Shimazu Dairo, who had been calmly controlling the field, suddenly issued an order: "Back off...disengage, return to the team...don't be too eager to fight..."
After all, the enemy had an army of 250,000. Although they did not attack in one wave at the same time, the Fuqing army directly faced tens of thousands of rebels on the battlefield, and the black clouds covered the ground.
The small victory of killing two hundred people was not enough to change the situation. Safety was the first priority, and this tentacle with a poisonous stinger quickly retreated to the military formation.
"Beautiful... a beautiful fight... retreat and rest to replenish energy... three consecutive battles to fill the front!"
Zhao Yidao over there saw the results of Shimazu Dalang's victory and shouted excitedly, "Do you see clearly? This is how we fight! Save our ammunition... Bullets and grenades are used to disperse groups of enemy troops!"
"To really kill the enemy, we have to rely on the bayonets in our hands... On the opposite side, report your number! Report your command... The right wing returns to our formation!"
Fu Qing finally calmed down a little. Soldiers are afraid of chaos when fighting. As long as they can find their own rhythm and build up their own morale, the battle will become smoother and smoother in the future!
"I believe that in this war, a group of outstanding veterans and commanders will emerge from the imperial army... It is the steel that has been tempered over and over again!"
When do people learn the fastest? It's a matter of life and death. If you don't believe me, put a gun to your head and recite ten words in one minute. If you make a mistake, I'll shoot you.
At this time, people's potential will be fully stimulated, and learning efficiency will be the highest!
This is it at this moment. The Chinese special operations team members showed their appearance, and the other departments suddenly found the feeling!
Fu Qing's army really turned into a slimy octopus monster at this moment, and his companies kept attacking briefly like tentacles!
He is also not reluctant to fight. He kills hundreds of people in one attack and immediately withdraws. He fights when he can and cannot fight and immediately returns to the military formation!
Accumulate small victories into big victories, give full play to the advantages of the well-trained new army, and kill the improvised rebels one by one!
