C1807 It was like breaking bamboo (1/2)

This was a completely different battle. The difference between the two sides was not in terms of time, but in terms of time! The exquisite coordination and mechanical beauty of the special forces, which was similar to a Switzerland clock, was something that the native monkeys could not understand at all.

Under short military orders and sign language, all the soldiers swiftly made their way through, tearing one gap after another in the midst of the thousands of enemies, and then ripping off groups of lambs to be slaughtered.

This was a very strange scene. Five hundred strong battalions warriors were actually fighting against the three thousand barbarians, giving off an imposing aura.

One cut after another would often bring down 200 to 300 frightened aboriginals, which would then form into a continuous slaughter, with very little use for bullets.

More than ten grenades had blown up the last 200 aboriginals until they became confused and disoriented. Next, the bayonet surrounded them and slaughtered them all. It was as if they were dead chickens and ducks.

If the Indigenous soldiers outside wanted to come and help, they would always be unable to break through the barrage of bullets. After three consecutive small scale massacres, the entire aboriginal army was forced to flee.

It really was an extremely beautiful strategy. If they fought a few battles less, they would still be able to form a formation. What they needed was extremely strong company coordination. Even if there was a bit of unsteady rhythm on the battlefield, they wouldn't be able to perform such a beautiful tactic.

”Satisfying, satisfying your kill... Three rows in the ten o'clock direction … Surround those outdated monkeys! ”

The three Queue length s had already emptied a box with twenty bullets, and in the sector in front of him, there was no longer a single aboriginal officer who dared to command them, leaving behind only the figure of a scammer running for his life.

”You talk too much nonsense?” What are you still trying to do now, the entire enemy army has already collapsed, the only tactic left now is to reverse the situation! ”Chase after the defeated soldiers and kill them. Use the defeated soldiers to charge towards the enemy's following positions …”

Vice Battalion Commander Jiang Lie ran past Wang Chen and scolded him, ”Are there any loud shouts during our special forces combat? Do you know who's talking nonsense? ”

Wang Chen shrunk his neck and looked around at his comrades. As expected, they were all silent like ghosts, their movements were mechanical and standard, there was not a single trace of emotion in their eyes, and no one would shout out in excitement like him, after killing dozens of people.

Wang Chen stuck out his tongue, not daring to slight his. After saying this, he took the lead to lead his brothers and chase after them.

Reversing the bead curtain was a unique tactic used by the ancient cavalry, it used a strong charge to break the enemy's battle formation and morale. When the enemy primary matrix began to collapse and flee, the cavalry followed behind and tried to kill them, forcing the retreating troops to attack the following primary matrix, ultimately the entire army collapsed.

In fact, not only the cavalry, but also the infantry could do it. Of course, these infantry had to have a pair of running iron feet, and their physical quality was excellent.

These Chinese special forces battalions could all do it, the first 3000 enemies they came in contact with had already been driven away like sheep and cows, and were frantically trying to escape.

The terrified indigenous monkey did not listen to their orders at all, and allowed the military officers behind to shout and stop in their tracks. The Death Gods in blue military uniforms behind them were even more terrifying than those Death Gods that crossed Baran River.

One by one, the troops were thrown into disarray, and the officers started yelling about stabilizing the formation, only to get a bullet out of nowhere and pry open the top of his head.

It was as if countless ghosts had appeared on the battlefield and specifically picked out those military officers to take action. No one could believe that these bullets were shot by those Chinese fifty to sixty meters away.

In the eyes of the aboriginals, a pre-equipped musket could already be considered a murderous spirit that only a Lord would have, not to mention these sniper rifles modified with fur.

In their minds, they had never seen a Gun that could hit this accurately from fifty to sixty meters away.