C696 Dusk Kill! (2/2)
The intelligence officer on the basket were all the limited treasures that Xiao Letian had, and were all mathematics geniuses that jumped out from Ryukyu University. Even the Western teachers were full of praise for him, for example, calculating the trajectory of artillery was a godly skill in the eyes of others, but to them, those were all basic skills.
It was a great test of intelligence. Fortunately, the Chinese were the smartest people in the world, and they were able to calculate the atomic bomb formula with their abacus back in the day, so it was still easy to calculate the trajectory.
Under the guidance of the hot air balloon, the fleet's ammunition consumption rose sharply, the ammunition depot s on the warships watched as the expensive cannonballs were sent out, turning into God's Punishment in the eyes of the Japanese.
Matsudaira Katamori was about to go crazy by then. He realized that not a single company in the New Army had not been bombarded, the chaotic battlefield could no longer form a continuous barrage of cannons. The smile of victory on the soldiers' faces turned to ashes.
”Charge over …” Out of range of artillery... This is a land of death, if you want to live, go ahead! ”
”Reporting to the lord, all the primary matrix in the Western Regions have gone crazy. We have organized three raids, but they have yet to rush through!”
”Bastard, was that a surprise attack? You will only stand there foolishly shooting at each other, why didn't you guys launch your charge … ”
Although Matsudaira Katamori scolded him on the surface, he was very clear in his heart that the new army was trained in accordance to the west. This kind of army relied too much on rifles to fight the enemy, but once they fought against the traditional Japanese samurai, they would have the absolute advantage.
There were a large number of warriors in the Southwest Allied Army, and a few of the new recruits had been defeated by the warriors' Katana s. When they were at their craziest, those warriors would even cut off the heads of the soldiers and throw them back from the battlefield, showing their arrogance.
Matsudaira Katamori clenched his fists tightly, feeling extremely conflicted. In the end, he closed his eyes and roared out, ”White Tiger Squad! Bring all of my personal warriors and Xiao Xing along for a charge … If you lose, we could only choose to retreat! ”
”My lord!” This was the last essence of Matsudaira Katamori's own. This was an honorary warrior that he had trained using the most traditional martial dao.
”Go. Let this world see that the warriors are not dead!” No matter how bizarre the world becomes, the warrior spirit will never die! ”
”Ha!” The five hundred warriors bowed together to the lord, and they began to prepare to attack from the sides of the battlefield.
The Warriors hid behind the New Army and felt the rhythm of the enemy's fire lances. After the round of shooting ended, the five hundred Warriors bellowed and rushed out from the primary matrix and took the chance to charge while Southwest Allied Army was loading her bullets.
”Here's the duck …” Speed... ”Speed...” These warriors were not only crazy in their hearts, they also had a lot of experience in the battlefield. When the Musketeers was fully prepared to shoot at them, these warriors suddenly rolled around in the pile of corpses, using them as shields.
Puff puff puff … Bullets struck the corpses and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. Taking advantage of the time between each round of shots, the Huizinfan Warriors flipped over the corpses and attacked the enemies once again.
”Ah …” ”Kill …” Five hundred warriors made up five hundred beasts, of which, the members of the two hundred White Tiger youth were the craziest.
Warriors that looked like spirited monkeys advanced on the battlefield. No one taught them anything, as they knew that this would reduce the chance of being shot. Not only that, there were even some crazy warriors who had used the corpses as shields to rush forward. The bullets had penetrated the corpses and even the warheads were embedded into the armor, but they were still fearless.
In just a single assault, a gap of more than five meters was ripped open in the Southwest Allied Army. Although the Musketeers were in a sorry state to defend, killing with bayonets was not as efficient as Katana.
The Katana rolled like a blade in a meat grinder.
The samurai belonged to the military for life in the Middle Ages, and had been a descendant of her family from generation to generation. His killing skills and determination were incomparable to those of ordinary people.
And what was a musketeers? To put it bluntly, this group of farmers had undergone half a year of brief training and relied on their weapons to fight a dozen times in the right direction.
It could be imagined how aggressive and crazy it was for a warrior who had grown up in such an environment.
From the day they were born, the single sentence they heard the most was that their martial arts luck was long. This was the belief that spanned through their entire life. Warriors were extremely contemptuous of death, not only towards the enemy but also towards themselves.
This was a kind of culture, a culture that could support them slaughtering cities without any sense of moral guilt. It was precisely because of this culture's existence, that there existed a weird army like the Huizinfan.
It was almost dusk, and yet the slaughter had reached its ultimate peak!