C542 The ancestral culinary arts of the barbarians (1/2)
War does not sympathize with the weak. Whether you are just or not, war only believes in strength. This charge of the French hit the gunners' weak points. After exchanging blows with the snipers for more than ten minutes, they had already guessed the defending troops' strategic intent. This group of Sharpshooters wanted to stall them.
To be able to kill accurately in the dark, even the French Veterans would find it hard to believe. The French commander was certain that if he put all his energy into these sharpshooters, they would be able to stall him for an entire night.
The commander waved his bayonet and shouted, ”Soldiers, ignore these ghost-like archers. The more they fight, the more they care about the cannon.” ”They just want to hold us back so that those useless defenders on the turret can be protected …”
”Charge...” Charge... Kill! ” Throwing away Ye Qiu and the others, the thousand ambushers charged towards the cannon emplacement like a group of stoned donkeys.
They were clear about the quality of the Da Gu Kou's garrison troops. They were an army that could only fight Gun six times a month, one of them was a Battalion Head who couldn't be bothered to conduct physical training everyday to conserve food, the other was a Green Battalion who didn't have any idealism in his heart, he only knew how to support his family … How could they possibly fight against these tigers and wolves?
The three hundred French soldiers were all veterans with ten years of experience in the military. This time, after leaving their military uniforms and becoming pirates, they had become even fiercer, and the eight flags that Maylor had picked were mostly the standard-bearers of the border guards and Mongol standard-bearers.
These Evil Gods still had some of the Blood Bravery from their ancestors. Upon hearing the word 'charge', they immediately went berserk, and their eyes turned blue. ”Kill …” ”Kill them all …” Not even chickens or dogs are spared! ”
This time, the Da Gu Kou's cannon emplacement had exploded. The army of soldiers did not even open their cannons, everyone picked up all their weapons and rushed to the west side, hoping to defend this high ground.
Within the torchlight, countless terrified faces showed signs of despair. The various weapons in their hands did not look like they belonged to the regular army at all.
The old Bird Rod, the musket s in front, and the newest Rifle in the rear formed a loose fire rifle shooting formation. Behind them, there were even hundreds of people holding bamboo bows and shooting arrows.
At the very front of the platform, there was even a group of soldiers carrying long spears and thrusting them downwards. Middle Age's tactics and modern firearms made them feel an inexplicable sense of joy.
The Da Gu Kou's cannon emplacement was a flat ground type cannon emplacement. Since there was no mountain to borrow from, people could only lift up a 3 m high mound, and all the cannons were placed on top of it.
However, how could a three-meter-tall mound stop this group of veterans? The three hundred French soldiers managed to kill a portion of the pike soldiers at the edge of the cannon emplacement with a single salvo, and their corpses fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
”Shoot! Strict shooting discipline!” After three volleys, the eight-flag infantryman charges to break through... Charge over! ” The sounds of gunshots rapidly expanded the gap in death. After three consecutive shots, the Manchu soldiers of Meng nationality rushed over with loud cries. They were actually at the foot of the mound.
The two-man team held their hands tight, while the blade-wielding warrior at the back leaped up. His toes tapped on the center of the two's tightly clenched hands, and with another push, the three-meter tall mound was pushed up.
”Flying in? ”Motherf * cker, a flyer …” The Green Battalion s immediately exploded. No one would have thought that there was someone in this world who could jump more than three meters high.
Even before he landed on the ground, he waved his long blade in the air, causing the sharp tip of the blade to stab into the Green Battalion's throat. By the time he crashed into the crowd, three soldiers had already died under his blade.
”The descendants of the Longevity Heaven will have the blessing of the Longevity Heaven … ”Weak Han, give me your life …” This was also a Mongolian soldier with eight flags. What he believed in was not the most popular Lamaism, but the ancient Longevity Day. No wonder he had a wild personality.
An elite warrior was an elite warrior. The Mongol warriors who had jumped into the crowd were not alone. Instead, they crazily used their close-combat skills. They protected their front, back, left, and right well in the blade light.
This was the rumoured siege experience of thousands of years. The Mongolian soldiers who had climbed up the Southern Song City walls were the same as him. They were the first ones to jump onto the city wall.
More and more people flew up to the mound, and that Longevity Sky's descendant finally received support. When his left and right wings were protected by the Manchu's soldiers, the ferocious Forest Wolves immediately turned to attack.
A sudden stab had taken away a person's life. The group of barbarians from the north had finally found the feeling of murder. They were no longer worried about anything else.
”Ahahaha …” Kill, kill! This is how Genghis Khan killed the Han people back in the day. I am the descendant of the big man … ”
At first, there were only three small assault troops, but later there were only six or ten of them, and the rest were even more. However, the dozens of such assault troops on the Da Gu Kou's cannon emplacement had already torn apart the Green Battalion's formation.
At this time, the Green Battalion had already given up all hope. ”We can't hold on any longer …”
”Sir, let's go. We'll swim to the north and cross the sea. We'll go to the inner part of the Special Zone as well …” Other than the new troops, no one else can stop them! ”