C281 The Bloody War on the outskirts of Besanthus

The advances in science and technology have brought about major changes in human society as a whole, including war models. The middle of the 19th century, where Xiao Letian was located, was the period during which the first Industrial Revolution would transition to a Second Industrial Revolution.

The appearance of the telegraphic technique not only changed the way humans communicate, it also made the large legion of soldiers more efficient and organized, and made the dispatch of various resources more effective and scientific.

The popularization of rifled wire guns changed the way the army fought. Soldiers no longer had to line up in a long line to be shot. Lying behind the bunker, they could reload their weapons. The trench was created because of this change.

The emergence of smokeless gunpowder, the gradual extension of the railway network, had caused a tremendous change in the human society.

Only with change can we have a chance. It is impossible for weak countries to not grasp the opportunity to change their side. When the old empire is immersed in the glory of the past and its reaction is slow, then those small countries that are in hot pursuit will have a chance.

Prussia had seized on the changing tide of the times, using new technologies to transform them into new strategic tactics, and had won three wars in a row, completing the unification of the country.

Today, the foolish and backward Chinese Army in the eyes of the Europeans had also used their most advanced tactical concepts to teach these foolish French geese a lesson.

There were less than a hundred of the new army lying in ambush on the path that the French had to take in order to advance. Some were hidden in the houses, some were in the warehouses, some were hiding behind the thick tree trunks, and even more were working directly on the Engineer's spade s. They dug out pits and Spencer was placed on top of the mound of earth, while the Molotov's cocktail s and grenades were placed neatly on both sides of the pile.

Xiao Letian was completely using the tactics from the second battle to suppress them, which was a tactic that would take close to a hundred years.

When Sima Yun gave the command to attack, the burning Molotov's cocktail rolled and rushed into the enemy army. Everywhere there was the sound of glass bottle shattering and kerosene burning.

Those who had played with the bonfire knew that in the darkness of the night, those who were near the fire source could only see patches of darkness, but those in the darkness could clearly observe the situation around the bonfire.

Next to the flames were the French soldiers who were scurrying all over the place. They were in a small shooting formation and were firing fiercely in the direction of the bottle.

At this time, the French army and the British navy were the strongest in the world. Although the defending troops of a battalion of the Besanthus were not the most elite troops, their firing rate and concentration still surprised the new army.

The silent French army fired rapidly into the darkness. Not many troops in the world had been able to shoot so fast with a Mini gun in front of them.

The French were smart enough to be attacked in the night, with soldiers looking for cover and, on the other hand, with concentrated shooters suppressing the danger zone. This was a lesson gained by exchanging blood for experience. It was a compulsory course in the Army's exercise code.

It was a pity that today they had encountered an army that surpassed their era, and all of their counterattacks had been for naught.

Calm and collected, the rookies laid down in individual craters, Spencer pouring down firepower. They even sneered as they felt the bullets flying overhead, cursing the idiots in their hearts.

"This bunch is blind. Go to hell with them all …" He pulled the trigger with his steady finger, and the muzzle close to the ground drew a trajectory that went straight at the enemy.

This group of French soldiers were like living targets. Bullets were shot through their bodies one by one, and a large number of soldiers fell to the ground before they could even cry out in pain.

This was a one-sided massacre. The first batch of people that charged up was like two hundred French troops that had been hit by an invisible heavy hammer. In just five minutes, more than sixty people had been reduced.

"Disperse Lie Down... "Don't keep fighting, we're already living targets …" A French Queue length had not finished shouting when a bullet entered the back of his head.

The big sized Queue length fell to the ground like a piece of wood, the hole on the back of his head was as big as a teacup.

"Oh God! Queue length died in battle... Fight them to the death! " It had to be said that the French soldiers were a very honorable group, and when their commander died in battle, they did not think of retreating, but of charging forward against the rain of bullets.

"Revenge, take revenge for those who die in battle …" French soldiers moved forward as if they had gone mad, their figures jumping nonstop in the darkness.

Sima Yun sneered and shouted, "Brothers! Shoot your bullets... Prepare for the White Soldier Combat, block the enemy's qi and flame, and repel their attacks... Let them know that we are not to be trifled with! "

"This group of arrogant French, they dared to imprison Prime Minister, and had long thought us to be worthless, they even looked down on us … Brothers, how can we earn the enemy's respect? "

As expected, Sima Yun's encouragement before the battle made everyone's blood boil, and the hundred new army roared together, "Kill! Kill! Kill! sacrifice my blood to the Xuan Yuan, sacrifice China with my life! "

This was a battle of wills in the darkness, every new army had stirred up the greatest killing intent, and the Frenchmen had gone mad. When they saw the corpses of their comrades lying on the ground, they had completely lost all rationality, and revenge was the only thought in their minds.

The idea of the French was very simple, they couldn't lose to anyone but these Chinese. Six thousand years, the French army burned all the summer palace in China, and although most of those Expeditionary forces were retired now, the pride of victory had been left to the other soldiers.

This was the interior of France, the heart of Europe, the home of the white people. If they lost to the Chinese here, France would become the laughingstock of Europe.

In the darkness of the night, the two armies finally collided with each other. The new army that was already out of bullets took up their tactical knives and charged into the fray. At that moment, it was as if two heavy tanks collided into each other in the wilderness, causing blood and flames to splatter in the air.

"Warriors of the France, use our bayonets to defeat these barbarians …"

"Brothers of the new army of the Prime Minister, pull out your blades and attack the enemies. Don't let those Japanese laugh …"

Amidst shouts in Chinese and French, the war quickly returned to its primordial state, and cold weapons unexpectedly became the mainstream of the battlefield.

Sima Yun held onto the tactical short blade in one hand, and the Engineer's spade in the other. The enemy in front of him didn't even have time to react, the sharp blade had already pierced through his throat, and blood started to spew out.

Immediately after, he used his right hand to push hard against the abdomen of another French soldier, and with a back throw, he threw the unlucky Frenchman to the ground. Then, the Engineer's spade smashed onto his temple with lightning speed, and even his brain came out.

"Hahaha, brothers, did you see that? "The French are not three-headed and six-armed. They are also flesh and blood. Even if they were to cut themselves, they would bleed and die …"

"Fight, continue to fight. This massacre will make them remember for a hundred years …"

All of the recruits jumped out from their hiding spots, their faces filled with fanaticism as they rushed towards the enemy. None of them had any intention of retreating, even if they were to fight to the last drop of their blood, they would still not retreat.

The French also started to get angry. Their long bayonets danced like tigers in the wind as they fought alongside each other in a small battle formation. Often, three or four bayonets would pierce into Forces nouvelles soldiers's body together and they would even form a circular defensive formation to protect themselves from the Chinese assault.

The French army stationed in the Besanthus was a strong battalion, with a total of more than 400 soldiers, which held an absolute advantage in numbers. When the battle started, they paid more than 100 lives for it, and finally clashed with the Chinese warriors.

There were more and more reinforcements coming from the French army, and one by one, the platoon formed a Rangers and surrounded the Chinese.

"Warriors of the France, these Chinese do not have much courage to waste. Our predecessors had long broken into their capital, and even the emperor's palace was burnt down. They are a bunch of weak sheep, and other than a sneak attack, they will do nothing …"

"Fight, fight for the honor of France!"

At this moment, an angry curse came from the distance, "Fuck you! Your military uniform is the most gorgeous. Your father is going to kill you …" Immediately after, three gunshots rang out, two of which were deflected, while the last one directly overturned the Battalion Commander's cap.

"Reinforcements? The Chinese actually still have reinforcements … " The French could not believe their eyes, but they did, and from the direction of the city came a group of Chinese in light blue uniforms.

"It's Xiao Hexin, it's Lord Xiao … "He came to help us …" That's right, at this time, the one who had rushed over from the side of the battlefield, the one who had exploded the Besanthus's council, was Xiao Hexin.

"Hahaha, Sima Yun, you are really good. Before I even arrived, you have already started fighting me physically. If Yepingtai and the others were to see this, they would have been jealous to death … Brothers, if we can't let them take away all the rewards, at least leave some for us! "

"Take out all your bullets, grab your short blades, and pick up your Engineer's spade s … And your nails and your teeth, charging at the enemy with all the tools you can fight... This massacre will be remembered by these Frenchmen for a hundred years! "

Xiao Hexin and Sima Yun had long forgotten that they were still commanders. Their eyes were bloodshot and they only had one goal in mind, which was to show off their might to the Chinese. Even if their entire army was destroyed, they would not retreat.

Today, in the outskirts of Besanthus, even if I have to use up the last drop of my blood, I will stomp the arrogance of a Frenchman into the mud.

"AHH!" Brothers … This is a battle of honor, we have to make these French fear us forever, even if we have to turn into demons from hell! "

The warriors of the new army opened their bloody mouths, baring their white teeth. They bit into the throat of their enemies, and the stench of blood spread everywhere.

Only now did these French soldiers realize what kind of terrifying army they were facing, and the morale of the French finally began to loosen.