Zhao Wencheng hacked a Rakshasa soldier to death, and finally charged forward with his brothers, but nearly half of the more than two thousand charging brothers were already dead.
If the muskets of the Suppression Army were in front of him, I am afraid that no matter how brave Zhao Wencheng was, he would not be able to charge forward with his men. However, these people in front of him were the army of the Rakshasa Kingdom, and their muskets were relatively backward. In addition, they were usually negligent.
Maintenance, so the gap between shooting was too large, so Zhao Wencheng led his brothers to rush forward.
"Ula..."
The unique shouts of the Rakshasa people caught Zhao Wencheng's attention. It turned out that there was also an army of Rakshasa people on the left.
No! The camp is not safe!
Zhao Wencheng placed a large number of elite troops on the south side. At this moment, this army rushed up from the west. Zhao Wencheng naturally knew that there were not many elite troops left in the west of the camp, and those brothers might not be able to resist it.
Zhao Wencheng had no choice but to lead his brothers back for reinforcements. After all, the new army only had more than 10,000 people, while the Rakshasa Kingdom's army had more than 30,000 people. The gap between the two sides was really too big.
Zhao Wencheng felt regretful in his heart. Why didn't he go to the Suppression Army earlier? If he had taken his brothers there earlier, I'm afraid there would not have been the current result. After having the weapons of the Suppression Army,
Are you still afraid of these Rakshasa people in front of you?
Zhao Wencheng slashed the stone next to him with a knife. The big knife cracked Zhao Wencheng's jaw, but Zhao Wencheng didn't seem to feel the pain. He felt extremely regretful in his heart.
Is such an excellent army about to disappear? This is all Zhao Wencheng's hard work.
Woohoo...
The sound of the motor.
Chug tug tug…
The sound of continuous musket firing.
These different voices suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Zhao Wencheng didn't see the army coming from anywhere. Why did these people seem to be coming from all directions?
"General, look..."
A soldier next to him pointed to the west and said, something terrible seemed to have happened to the Rakshasa soldiers there, and the originally neat queue was immediately dispersed.
Zhao Wencheng tried his best to see more clearly, but the distance was still too far, and he could only see that the local Rakshasa army was scattered.
"What a bullshit, everyone retreats with me."
Zhao Wencheng seized this opportunity and quickly ran towards the position with his men. They were holding large swords. Although they withstood the Rakshasa attack, the casualties were too severe.
Zhou Zhipeng made it very clear to him that it didn't matter whether the position was gained or lost, the most important thing was to protect the people under his command. This was the New Army's main wealth.
Soldiers of the Suppression Army...
"Reinforcements from the Suppression Army are coming."
I don't know who shouted. The brothers on the battlefield suddenly seemed to have a backbone. They were resisting under such a disadvantage. In addition to their disgust towards foreigners, there was still a glimmer of hope. If the suppressing army
If they didn't come to rescue them, I'm afraid everyone would die here, but they finally persisted.
Soldiers from the anti-insurgent army rode on motorcycles, with a light machine gun placed next to them.
Motorcycles were whining and running around in front of the crowd, and light machine guns were firing at the crowd.
Dozens of motorcycles appeared in deserted territory, and the Rakshasa army of more than 8,000 people was instantly disrupted.
In fact, the casualties of the Rakshasa soldiers were not very serious, only five or six hundred people at most, but their death and injury speed was too fast. In less than five minutes, five or six hundred people were already lying on the ground.
, neither the officers nor soldiers of the Rakshasa Kingdom have ever seen such a fighting method.
To put it bluntly, they were frightened and had no ability to react.
There are three soldiers on a tricycle. The soldier in the driving position is specially used to drive the motorcycle. His mission is to make the motorcycle run fast and never stop. Once it stops, they will be in the queue of the Rakshasa Kingdom. Their lives will be in danger.
It's gone.
The soldiers in the sidecars next to them are responsible for operating light machine guns. As long as they are surrounded by Rakshasa military uniforms, they can shoot at them. In their current dense formation, a shuttle of thirty bullets can knock down at least twenty people.
personal.
As for the soldier in the back seat, he was not idle either. He had more than a dozen grenades on him. No matter where the car drove, he just threw grenades out.
"The cavalry company charges."
The temporarily formed cavalry company launched an attack on the outside, and hundreds of horses rushed past with a deafening force.
Once within fifty meters, these soldiers were armed with two pistols. They took them out and started beating the crowd randomly.
The soldiers of the New Army next to them looked at it with excitement. How many people were there? The full attack was only about a thousand people. It took less than ten minutes to disrupt the eight thousand Rakshasa soldiers.
"taro…"
Several carriages rushed into the new army's military camp.
"Master Zhou, why did you bring people here in person?"
Zhao Wencheng had just returned with more than 900 soldiers under his command when he saw Zhou Zhipeng and his men unloading things from the carriage.
"Don't be stunned. These are all grenades. They are used in the same way as your original grenades. Get them into the hands of the soldiers quickly. When the enemy comes up, blow them up first."
Zhou Zhipeng didn't have the time to talk nonsense with Zhao Wencheng, so he had to quickly distribute the grenades to these carts. The carts were about to fall apart along the way, but luckily they still managed to reach the New Army's barracks.
"Come quickly and help."
Zhao Wencheng gave the order, and many soldiers ran to the front line carrying grenades, full of energy.
"I'll blow you up, you bitch."
The soldier on the front line got the grenade. When he saw the Rakshasa soldier secretly firing a shot in the distance, he grabbed a grenade and threw it towards him.
"Oh my God, is this a grenade?"
The soldier who threw the grenade stared blankly. There are grenades in their army, but the explosion power is not even one-fifth of this. At most, it will explode in half. The explosion power of the grenade in front of me is really too great. I just knelt down.
The few Rakshasa soldiers who fired the shots must have become a hornet's nest now.
"Don't be stunned, keep throwing grenades."
The soldiers of the Suppression Army also began to enter the position. They could not bring a large number of muskets, but they could bring a bunch of grenades, which could stabilize the situation on the position.
Six to seven hundred grenades were thrown out, and the front of the position was instantly filled with potholes. The Rakshasa soldiers were about to rush into the camp and take down the new army. Who knew that they would be so dizzy after being blown up by these grenades...?