Finally, someone is near!
Under the moonlight, the dark crowd appeared in the sight of the soldiers!
"Ba...ba...ba"
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out, and the soldiers lying in the trench kept aiming, pulling the trigger, and pulling the bolt. They used the Type 70 rifles in their hands to contain their lives.
Facing the incoming enemies, the machine gunners operating Gatling guns in the trenches shook the handle. Their expressions looked a little ferocious, and they shook the machine guns and fired desperately. The bullets flying out whizzed and killed one after another.
The life of a Prussian.
Type 70 rifles, Gatling guns and mortars fired bullets that kept sending the Prussian soldiers to heaven, but they still attacked the front without even shouting or howling. They only let out a miserable howl when they died.
"put!"
At a distance of less than one kilometer, the Prussian field artillery opened fire. The moment the shrapnel shot out of the barrel, the sky and the earth were illuminated by the gunfire. The roaring shells suddenly flew hundreds of meters away.
When the crack exploded, dozens of projectiles weighing 50 grams were scattered forward, and in an instant, a trench was enveloped.
Projectiles as big as walnuts stirred up a burst of dust on the parapet of the trench. In the flying dust, several soldiers didn't even have time to scream, before they were hit by the projectiles and fell in a pool of blood...
Although dense shells enveloped the entire trench, the soldiers in the trench pulled the bolts of their guns, aimed forward, and fired continuously. The machine gunners in the bunker shook the handle, shooting and strafing.
The position in front of them was littered with dead bodies, and the dry land had long been stained red and soaked with the blood of the corpses, but the one-sided massacre continued, seemingly without end.
Stein, who was advancing with his brothers, suddenly felt something hit his lower abdomen. Before he could react, he fell to the ground. When he felt the strength disappear from his body, he lay on his back.
He just looked at the night sky.
"Germany, Germany, is above all else, above all things in the world; at any time, in order to protect and defend, brothers will always stand together. From Maas to Memel, from Esch to Bert..."
On the battlefield, in the hail of bullets, Stein, who was slightly conscious, hummed this "German Song". When his life slowly disappeared, he seemed to have returned to his mother's arms. When he was a child, he seemed to have returned to his mother's arms.
, his mother once taught him to sing this "German Song" while playing the piano...
"Germany, Germany, is above everything, above everything in the world. Germany, Germany, above everything, above everything in the world!"
There is not only one person humming this "German Song", but on this battlefield, the words and music overlap in the mouths of these soldiers who are heading towards death. In the singing, they walk towards death without hesitation.
The continuous shooting even made the carbon steel barrel of the rifle become hot, and the barrel of the Gatling gun also became hot during the continuous shooting. Under the roaring rain of bullets, the Prussian soldiers became
A lot of people fell to the ground, but people kept rushing up from behind. Some people were knocked down on the corpses of their companions when they passed over them.
But even so, no one retreated, and no one ran away. In the darkness, the Prussians from Maas, Memer, Esch and Bert were marching forward without hesitation.
"Unity, justice and freedom, for the German motherland; let us fight for this goal together..."
The sound of gunshots and singing overlapped on the battlefield. Between life and death, thousands of corpses were scattered in front of the South China Army's position.
The cannons were roaring, and the shells that were coming would blow the soldiers into the sky, but they could not stop them. The shells that were roaring would take away the lives of the soldiers and shatter their helmets, but they did not hide.
, still holding the rifle, pulling the bolt, aiming and shooting...
This is a contest of wills, a contest of wills. Any weakness or retreat on either side will lead to failure.
"Unity, justice and freedom are the guarantee of our happiness..."
A bullet penetrated Backhouse's forehead. When he fell, his glasses also fell to the ground. He fell down and fell on the piles of corpses in front of the position. He lay on the ground and looked at it unwillingly.
night sky.
This is no longer a battle, but a massacre. This is destined to be a futile massacre, both for the attacker and the defender.
It was from this night that the battle became fierce. Artillery bombarded each other with cannons, and infantry fired rifles. The battle went on non-stop. The stalemate front would fall, be lost, and be recaptured.
die!
Death has enveloped the land.
…
Battle reports from the front line were sent to Zhu Xianhai one by one. Regarding the pressure from the First Division, he just said calmly.
"I know, I believe Liangshan can hold it!"
Can hold it!
Zhu Xianhai did not doubt the combat effectiveness of the First Division, otherwise he would not have used a division to block the German attack. In fact, he did not have many troops in his hands, but only two divisions and one brigade. With such a small army, he could
If you want to devour the Prussian Fourth Army, which has a total strength of nearly 100,000 men, you will have to die.
However, he is not worried about this.
"Now, where is the location of the Thirteenth Army?"
Staring at the location of the Thirteenth Prussian Army on the map, Zhu Xianhai looked up at Ren Huabang and asked.
"What do you think of our plan?"
Facing His Majesty's question, Ren Huabang thought for a while and said.
"Your Majesty, our purpose of supporting France is not to help them completely defeat Prussia, but to help them survive the current crisis. This also determines that our tactics are different from those in the past."
As the first officer to propose the idea of "resisting the general and aiding France", he certainly knew very well the ultimate purpose of assisting the French, and it was definitely not to allow the French to win a complete victory in this war.
And just to prevent France from defeat. It is best to return to the starting point of the war. This is the ultimate purpose of Nanhua's aid to France.
Of course, it is unrealistic to annihilate the Prussian Thirteenth Army with the strength of the expeditionary force. Therefore, seeking limited tactical victory has become an inevitable choice.
"Annihilating the 13th Army will not do us any good. Compared with annihilation, repelling it is the best choice!"
"Well, that means defeat!"
Zhu Xianhai nodded slightly and said.
"Then there should be no problem in letting the 1st Cavalry Brigade perform this mission!"
This chapter has been completed!