Tattatata...

More than one hundred 12.7mm caliber ten-tube Gatling machine guns opened fire instantly, and a large number of bullets poured out as the flames spurted out. ◎,

The British and French coalition forces, who were about to break through the last twenty meters of defense line, rushed into the Nanyang Army formation, suddenly suffered a catastrophe and fell down one by one, flying flesh and blood, screaming in terror.

What the hell is this?

Chris, Raymond, Marin and others who were watching the game in the rear were shocked. For the first time, they saw a weapon that could fire bullets continuously, and their brains were not enough in an instant.

"Call the soldiers back!" Raymond shouted, intuition telling him that if he doesn't withdraw, the losses will be even heavier.

However, Klaus disagreed. He was about to break through the last twenty-meter defense line. If he gave up at this time, wouldn’t the previous losses be wasted?

This is the gambler's psychology. He always wants to make money back, but he has to pay back money again and again.

"It's just a little bit short, rush over!"

Klaus roared. At this moment, he could hold back no matter how big the casualties were. As long as he rushed over and snatched the Nanyang Army's magic weapon that could fire bullets in a row, all the sacrifices would be worth it.

But ideals are full, reality is skinny.

The last twenty meters away was like a death blockade. The British and French troops could not rush through it, and fell down one by one, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

On this side, the Nanyang Army was also shocked. It was the first time they had seen such a killing weapon, but they quickly became excited and cheered.

Is there anything more happy to beat up a young British and French friend?

Although the Shanghai Guardians, who were responsible for operating the Gatling machine guns, had known the power of the Gatling machine guns for a long time, it was the first time that they had actually taken the battlefield to kill the enemy. The rows of bullets were swept out and swept a large area. The 12.7mm caliber machine gun bullets were extremely powerful. As long as they were hit, they would be tragic flying with flesh and blood, and they would either die or be seriously disabled.

The garrisons in the Shanghai garrison were getting more and more excited as they fought. Look at the deputy archers who were responsible for shaking the handles, shaking them one by one, shaking their arms and shaking them desperately. One hand was not satisfied, and they both hands were on together, hoping to use a few more hands to make the shaking the handles turn faster.

"Damn it. Shake it slowly, the bullets are stuck!"

A Gatling machine gun suddenly turned off. Because the secondary shooter swayed too quickly, the bullet was stuck, and the main shooter immediately cursed.

"Ha. I'm so excited. I'll shake it slowly!"

The deputy shooter said embarrassedly, and quickly followed the main shooter, stabbed the bullet with a strip, and started shooting again.

In less than a minute, the deputy shooter began to be excited again, and unknowingly, it started to shake again, and soon the photo was stuck again.

"Fuck, your damn deserves a beating, right?"

"Ah, let's not be an example! Let's not be an example!"

The deputy shooter is very sad. He can't blame him for this. He is excited as soon as he shoots, and he forgets when he is excited.

Similar things also happen in other Gatling machine gun groups, which is very common. However, it is difficult for soldiers to control their emotions when they go to the battlefield. When the guns and cannons sound, the hormones will be secreted vigorously. They are killing people and they will be killed by the enemy at any time. The nerves continue to be in a high pressure state, and they will soon be red in their eyes. Usually, they shoot one shot in three seconds. When they go to the battlefield, the soldiers want to shoot five shots in one second. In normal training instructors often say that they aim and then shoot. When they go to the battlefield, they will go to fuck them long ago, and they will follow their own feelings.

This is what people who have truly been on the battlefield should feel.

At this moment, the garrison soldiers who used Gatling machine guns were really addicted. The rushing of hundreds of bullets per minute was much more enjoyable than a single rifle. They could sweep dozens of enemies down with just one beat. Is there any more exciting battle than this?

The Nanyang Army was happy here, but the British and French coalition forces were in pain.

Damn it can't rush over at all. It's just to go up and die!

"It must be withdrawn. If you don't withdraw 100,000 people, you will all be caught in!" Raymond shouted with heartache.

Klaus was also trembling with anger. He was about to break through, but he couldn't break through just a short distance of twenty meters.

"As long as you persist, as long as you charge again, it will be OK, believe me!"

Believe it!

Raymond was furious. As the French commander, he felt sorry for the French soldiers. He immediately passed over Klaus' command and issued a retreat order directly to the French troops.

"Fark, Raymond, you are disobedience on the battlefield, this is a crime, I want to accuse you!" Klaus roared.

Raymond left without caring about him.

"Mr. Commander, what should I do?" Marin said worriedly.

Unexpectedly, Klaus breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Hurry, order our people to be removed soon. If you rush down, you will be dead."

Malin was stunned and asked back, "Commander, haven't you insisted on charging?"

"You're stuck in your head?" Klaus roared, "I am the supreme commander. If I order a retreat, all the previous losses will be on my head. Now, Raymond's idiot disobeys the order in front of the battle, then we have an excuse to say that our losses were caused by Raymond's orders overstepped the level. Do you understand?"

Marlin suddenly realized, but he was despised in his heart. Damn, it was already this time that you just wanted to find a scapegoat.

The French and British troops retreated one after another, leaving more than 40,000 corpses in the middle of the battlefield, of which the Nanyang Army lost less than 5,000 people, and the others were the corpses of the British and French coalition forces. Most of them were killed by Gatling machine guns, which shows its terrifying lethality.

"It's not that easy to run away. Since you're here, stay all of them!" Zhang Xiaoliu, who was watching the battle, snorted coldly when he saw the British and French coalition forces retreat.

"The whole army attacked!"

The order was issued, and 70,000 to 80,000 troops surged out from the Jinshan Guard Fortress, divided into three groups and began to counterattack.

On the way to retreat, Klaus, Marin, Raymond and others were frightened to the point of looking like earth when they saw such a number of Nanyang troops rushing out.

Damn it was impossible to break through the defense line of the 30,000 South Yang Army with a 100,000 army. Now, another 70,000 to 80,000 people suddenly emerged from the South Yang Army. How can it stop it?

This is a pitfall!

Raymond stared at Klaus fiercely and said, "Damn it, the intelligence clearly states that there are only 30,000 defenders in the Kingsoft Guard Fortress, but now there are suddenly more than 100,000 more people. We are fooled and have been fooled from the beginning."

Klaus and Marlin were immediately embarrassed. It was a big deal to do our job, and we were also victims.

It’s just that the intelligence is provided by the British Intelligence Agency after all. If there is a problem, the UK naturally cannot get involved.

"The Indian Corps cuts off the back!"

Claus wanted to bring Raymond's French North African Corps, but seeing Raymond's angry expression of wanting to kill, Claus resisted and changed his words temporarily.

"Why is it our Indian Corps who cut off the back again?"

Arjun, the commander of the Indian Corps with a rag face, immediately complained.

"Your Indian Corps is the proudest warrior of my British Empire. No one can stop the hateful Eastern Black Dragon except you. The glory of the British Empire is supported by you." Klaus persuaded him with great devout piousness, his face neither blushed nor breathing. The thick black learning has been carried forward to the extreme.

"Please rest assured, Commander, our Indian Corps will definitely complete the task of cutting off the rear, and the queen will be immortal!" Arjun, the rag face, suddenly turned into a sunflower and took over the task.

Seeing the rag face leaving happily, Marin shook his head helplessly. These Indian Sans really wanted to save face and suffer.

In the last Battle of Shanghai, 200,000 British and French forces died the most, followed by the British colonial colonies, and the British local soldiers suffered minor losses.

This time, Britain dispatched another 100,000 troops, and there were not many local soldiers, less than 20,000. The colonial troops in various colonies still accounted for the main force, of which 40,000 Indian soldiers accounted for 40,000. 20,000 had lost 20,000 in several battles. Now there are less than 20,000 people left, and the lives of cannon fodder that can still be escaped.

Less than 20,000 Indian corps were lined up and the one waiting for them was Zhang Xiaoliu's main force of the First Front Army, with more than 110,000 troops.

Even if the First Front Army did not use Gatling machine guns, five times the strength alone would be enough to crush the Indian Corps.

However, Zhang Xiaoliu was deeply taught by Li Weiguo, and his war style was always done by lions fighting rabbits. He sent the garrison troops of the Shanghai garrison without hesitation, and directly used the powerful Gatling machine gun to rush to the Indians and the three.

Tattatata...

Gatling's machine guns were spitting out, killing and injured the Indian corps.

Arqiong suddenly shuddered and finally realized that the closure of the rear was extremely dangerous. Maybe it would be wiped out.

A scream came. After Arjun saw the guards beside him being hit by the Gatling machine gun, his head instantly bloomed, his arms and legs were broken. If he was hit by the torso of his body, he would die instantly, and there was no possibility of survival, because the bullets blew the internal organs at that moment.

So horrible!

Arjun almost subconsciously had weak legs and lay on the ground, but the row of bullets shot at him was empty, and he survived by chance.

"Let's shoot!Let's shoot!"

Arjun was ill and rushed to seek medical treatment, but he accidentally got the right one. Break down and shoot was the best way to defend against Gatling machine guns.

However, this can only temporarily delay the time when the Indian corps is annihilated and has no use.

The artillery units of the First Front Army quickly followed, and the 75 guns, 125 guns and 155 guns fired quickly, of which the 155mm heavy howitzer was specially designed to fight enemies who lacked fortifications during field battles.

Bang bang bang bang!

The shells fell from the sky and exploded with a bang. In an instant, the earth shook and dust flew. The explosion shock wave spread in all directions, instantly lifting the Indian soldiers lying on the ground.

Such a violent shelling immediately stunned the Indian soldiers and ran away with their heads, which in turn increased the casualties.

"Don't run around, lie down!"

Arjun shouted, but it was useless. His voice was soon covered by the sound of cannons and explosions.

After five rounds of rapid shooting, the Indian soldiers' positions were everywhere, and the remaining broken arms were everywhere, and almost all those who survived were buried under the soil.

puff!

Arqiong crawled out of the mud and spit out a mouthful of mud and sand.

The soldiers were boundless and there were less than 20,000 Indian soldiers. At this moment, there were about one or two thousand left. Most of them crawled out of the soil. It can be seen that the huge power of this round of artillery attacks was no different from sandstorms.

"Just be alive!"

Arqiong breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to be glad that he was still alive, he found a large number of Nanyang troops appearing in the south, surrounding them from all directions.

"How can I fight if there are only one or two thousand people left? Surrender!"

Arqiong was very bachelor and directly chose to surrender to the Nanyang Army.

Zhang Xiaoliu didn't want to accept Arqiong's surrender, but he wanted to pursue Klaus and other main forces of the British and French coalition forces as soon as possible. At this time, he was racing against time to rush to retreat to the sea and annihilate all 200,000 British and French coalition forces in Pudong. Therefore, Zhang Xiaoliu accepted Arqiong's surrender.

In fact, Zhang Xiaoliu made a profit because Arqiong gave Zhang Xiaoliu a surprise. He explained all the remaining forces of the British and French coalition forces and the land of the weapons and ammunition depot, and waited for leniency to deal with it.
To be continued...