C542 The ancestral culinary arts of the barbarians

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! "

"Shut up, do you have a way out? You know that these are all God of Slaughter, and you know that they are even going to attack our nine clans, yet you still want to escape? How could they let you go... "Continue to kill!"

Although the officers were still insisting, their shouts were laced with the sound of crying.

"Young and old men, this is the pay that the prime minister has given us. We have to fight to the end, we have five thousand men and they only have a thousand more …"

"I'm begging you, we can't retreat. We really can't retreat. If we retreat, we won't have a place for ourselves …"

The officers cried, the veterans cried, and many of the new recruits cried too. They understood the logic, although the world was big now, only Xiao Letian was able to accept them and protect them.

If the five thousand of them were not able to handle one Da Gu Kou, if they were not able to defeat more than a thousand ambushers, they would not have the face to stay at Xiao Letian's side.

"Fight it out, fight it out with them …" Among the howls of countless people, there was only despair.

What made this a stark contrast to the depressed morale of the Green Battalion was the combined forces of the Manchu army. This group of robbers who were addicted to killing had all gone crazy. Seeing the soldier's skillful fighting style, the commander of the French Army also shouted out in excitement.

"Good job. God bless you all, your cold weapons tactics are really amazing. No wonder the Mongolian conquered the Chinese and the Manchu conquered the Chinese too … You are the strongest! "

"Brothers, open fire! Support these medieval soldiers in battle!"

The encouragement from the French father made the people on the turret even more excited. All the flexible tactics left behind by their ancestors were used, such as triangular assault formations, circular defense shooting formations … These were all the killing experiences left behind by their ancestors.

From this, one could already see the difference between civilization and savagery. What was passed down from the mouth of the father and son of the Han civilization in the Central Plains? It is loyal to the filial son, is the Ming Jun Qing officials, is a gentle and refined poetry, and also has a common pastoral life.

In short, the Chinese civilization had always been kind and polite.

On the other hand, these barbarians, what have they inherited over hundreds and thousands of years? They were all ancient myths and killing techniques.

A man from Mongolia, who was born in the Tongzhi years of late Qing, was actually able to use the city assault technique that she used to annihilate the Southern Song Dynasty, and a northeastern Narcissus was even able to recover their Nur Ha Chi's assault strategy up until now.

It was also an inheritance. Grandfather passed on to his grandson, father passed on to his son, passing on the skills of plundering and killing to them. This was because they had been attached to the Han Chinese sheep for thousands of years, so they had to be more skilled in killing the sheep.

"Kill them, kill this group of Chinese …" "They are all a bunch of cowards. As long as the death rate surpasses 20%, they will collapse …"

"Don't just look at them, they're just a bunch of sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Kill them all …"

The jackal's words were ear-piercing, but no one could refute them. This was because these were all the experiences they had gained from fighting with the Chinese over the centuries. If the Han Chinese sheep were not commanded by a hero, they would truly be a loose group of cowards. Once the battle damage rate exceeded 20%, there would be no escape.

When the Mongolian was in the Central Plains, it was like this. When the Manchu was in the Central Plains, it was still the same.

Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun were about to go crazy. Although they had been suppressing their enemies to shoot at them, the group of ambushers seemed to have ignored their existence and allowed them to fire with all their might. Their only target was Green Battalion.

No matter how many French allied armies you kill, they will kill Green Battalion s ten times as many.

Right now, they were on the verge of collapsing. The defending troops on the cannon emplacement were already terrified. Even if they surrounded the enemy with weapons, they would not dare to act. Even a single shout from those Mongolian warriors could scare off a group of people.

Pang Chaoyun could no longer hold it in, and bellowed at the cannon on the stage, "Brothers of Green Camp, think of your parents, wives and children, think of your brothers and sisters. Hold on, you have to hold on! Even if it's for your own lives, you must resist! "

"This group of French bastards and the hyacinth will not be captive … They all wanted to exterminate your family, can't you see? "They're going to kill all of you …"

Ye Qiu had gone crazy. He took out her bayonet and put it on the muzzle of his gun. "Snipers, stop firing now …." Kill your way back to the turret, fight the enemy... We will use our blood to make up for the lost morale! "