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Chapter 11 Perseverance and Counterattack (3)

Lieutenant Kerle's full preparation made Lieutenant Colonel Desay very satisfied. In addition to bringing himself coffee powder and coffee pot, he also brought some more ammunition, many of which were filled with grape bullets of 400 to 500 particles. The Spanish colonel, who was not ignorant, ordered the removal or destruction of most ammunition before retreating to the barricade, especially grape bullets with amazing lethality.

"Put down the gun by 2 points. Remember, 40 to 50 meters ahead is the excellent killing position of the demon egg!" Lieutenant Kerer came to Fort No. 1 and personally grabbed the steering wheel and turned it to correct it. A cold bullet whistled past the captain's ear and hit a gunner in the chest. He had no time to pay attention to the painful moan of the injured person lying on the ground, and did not notice that other gunners helped the injured person away.

Soon, the lieutenant of the artillery retreated to the command position and issued an order: "No. 1, No. 2 aimed at the left, No. 3, No. 4 aimed at the right, and the grape bullets were fired one by one!"

The more iron bombs are filled, the closer the effective (optimal) range of the grape bombs will be. One round of grape bombs continues to pour out from the barrel. Less than 3 meters away from the muzzle, countless iron projectiles will be born from the "devil's mother" and become the sons of the demon. They leaped happily, sprayed in the shape of dense fan, directly hitting the unobstructed wall of humans forty to fifty meters away.

These huge demon eggs are much more crazy and cruel than ordinary lead. At such a close distance, facing such a dense crowd, those who are touched will be seriously injured if they don't die. Many iron projectiles will penetrate the bodies of the three unfortunate people again and again, and all of them will fall to the ground, just like harvesting wheat during the Harvest Festival, causing a bloody storm. When a round of cannon sounds were temporarily extinguished, nearly 2,000 demon eggs had already created a 10-meter-long unmanned land within a range of 40 to 50 meters ahead, and hundreds of people fell in a pool of blood.

At this time, death is a very lucky thing, because those who ascend to heaven or go to hell no longer have the pain in the world. The pain is left to those injured who are missing arms and broken legs. They let out heart-wrenching howls, either rolling in the blood, or begging others to save them. A young soldier in a white shirt sat on the ground, his whole body was stained with blood and dark red, his own or someone else's. His stomach was pierced but he was lucky enough to die, and he was shocked to find that his intestines were found.

As he was flowing out of the wound as big as a fist, he threw away his rifle and quickly stuffed his intestines back with his bloody hands, but it was futile. A Spanish soldier's eyes were blinded, and the huge pain made him lose his mind. He actually raised his sabre and slashed at his companions behind him. After slashing the two, he was stabbed to death by a fierce woman with a bayonet; and an old man with legs was pressed against the body under him and crawled forward until a bullet ended his life...

On the monastery square, forty or fifty meters away from the French ring barrier, a piece of land that had been dried was once again soaked in blood, soft and like a mud pond filled with corpses. The Spanish who were swarming behind were forced to slow down because too many corpses or wounded people were blocked. They just soaked their feet in the muddy bloody ground, and over time, they would slowly condense. If the speed was too fast, they would easily fall, and then be stepped under the footboard by the people behind them as obstacles.

The gradually stagnant crowd became an excellent target of attack for the French army. Following the orders of the sergeant, the infantry fired violently at the dense crowd 40 meters away. The layers of onion skin continued to peel off, and batches of martyrs fell on the road ahead, accumulating layer by layer, forming mountains of corpses with a sea of ​​blood flowing below.

The unilateral massacre continued.

"Thank God, I did not leave a cannon for the Spaniards!" Seeing the Spanish's attack gradually being gradually attacked, Lieutenant Colonel Desay praised God again, and became more and more sure that he would go to a church to perform a mass to repay God.

Colonel Fernando was in pain, and his pre-war prophecy became a fact. The colonel strongly demanded that no attack be launched before the new artillery arrived on the battlefield, but almost everyone refused the commander's orders at the instigation of the priests, because these people needed a refreshing victory or a massacre of the French to bury their martyred relatives. Moreover, before, the Spanish had defeated the French several times with intensive charges.

"Don't follow me, go and see if the cannon is here?" Colonel Fernando yelled at his adjutant.

"Come here, come here! Get out of it, get out of it!" Dozens of people pushed and pulled two 4-pound cannons and ran over from the barricades that had been moved out. A few minutes later, the gunner filled in the air and aimed simply. Two shells flew into the air in the orange smoke, locking the French artillery position ahead. One unlucky shell deviated from the target, and the other accurately hit the French artillery position. Lieutenant Kerer's artillery company reduced its troops again, and the two gunners were directly hit and died. The worst thing was that the 6-pound artillery mount of the No. 1 battery was completely destroyed and could not be repaired in a short period of time.

"What a lucky thing!" Desai walked up the slope behind the turret, rubbing the soles of his military boots to extinguish the still burning projectiles to avoid detonating the gunpowder barrel not far away.

After witnessing the miracle created by his own artillery, the crowd was once suppressed and erupted again. Thousands of people cheered and crawled out of the pile of corpses, and continued to rush towards the French with fearless spirit.

"This group of Spaniards are really crazy, men, women, old, and few. They are not tired and are not afraid of death. They are all monsters raised by the church!" After the shooting, Silva immediately took out the ammunition to fill it up, and her mouth was hysterical and verbally scolded. The violent shouts of the enemy gradually approached made him nervous and his hands and feet became a little out of control.

"Bastard, don't shoot Tongzhang out too!" Corporal Penduath, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, quickly stopped the private's stupid behavior. If Tongzhang was shot out, the unlucky Silva would definitely be punished for half a month's military salary.

Desai felt that his good luck seemed to have been used up. When the remaining three cannons released the fourth batch of grape bombs, the killing effect was obviously not as good as the previous three times. It was not the number of casualties, but the enemy was not afraid or hesitant, because the Spaniards also had artillery killers, and the hit rate was not average.

After watching, Desai saw another enemy shell hitting his No. 4 gun position, and the gun body and the gun mount were overturned to the ground and rolled, crushing a gunner's left leg.

"Continue to load grape bullets!" In the two tasks of supporting infantry or attacking enemy artillery, Lieutenant Kerle gritted his teeth and could only choose the former. Once the infantry position was swallowed by the crowd, the artillery would not be spared.

Captain Carls, who commanded the reserve battalion, walked to Lieutenant Colonel Desay without saying a word. Seeing the situation unfavorable, he was ready to wait for the orders of the regiment commander. The captain, who always had a face with a slight vulture, was still holding a plate of sunflowers in his hand. While constantly stuffing melon seeds into his mouth, he also signaled whether the regiment commander would also give him one.

Lieutenant Colonel Desai shook his head and refused his subordinates' kindness in anger. He took out his pocket watch. It was already 6:15 now. Why didn't the damn southern line move? Following the combat instructions issued by Marshal Rana's staff, Lieutenant Colonel Desai's regiment must break through the gap in the western front and hold on for 30 minutes. But he has been holding on for almost fifty minutes. Although his losses are not great, he has never replenished. The Spaniards fell 1,000, but they can replenish two, three,000 at any time.

Especially the artillery positions, because they must first support infantry operations, they can only unilaterally withstand the ravages of enemy artillery fire rather than fight back. The most damn thing is that the enemy shells and gunners seem to be consecrated by the Virgin Mary or have a mass in advance, with a hit rate of up to 50%. After two rounds, they lost two artillery pieces.

"First row, stop filling. Take a step forward, the bayonet is obliquely tilted, and the chest is against the stock! Second row, third row, continue to shoot at the order!" When the Crazy Spaniards were only 15 meters away from the infantry position, under the order of the sergeant, the first row of soldiers gave up shooting and filling. They tried their best to resist the rifle. With the clanging sound, the cold bayonet formed an insurmountable steel jungle above the barrier, providing the second cover for the brothers behind them.

The two Marseille fellow villagers were lucky enough to stand on the front line and acted as cannon fodder. When they were tidying up the rifle, Silva became nervous again. The strong smell of gunpowder made him cough and the enemy who flocked to him was even more frightened. Silva wanted to call the corporal on the left to cheer himself up, but Penduas ignored the request of the fellow villagers. There was only enemy in his eyes.

Disappointed Silva turned back and saw the soldier Wei Rong blinking, with the corner of his mouth facing down, signaling a pistol hanging on his chest, approaching slightly, and whispering, "Don't worry, my dear friend, this thing may save your life." Wei Rong was very proud. The pistol was a "prize" he accidentally found when he was carrying the Spanish body. The officer allowed the discoverer to keep and use it himself.

"Thank you first!" After saying that, Silva quickly turned around because he seemed to smell the spaniel saliva, and the enemy was less than 3 meters away from the barrier.

The first batch of Spaniards rushed to the chest wall more than 1 meter high. They wanted to avoid the French bayonets, but they couldn't stop. They were overwhelmed by the people behind them, one after another, one after another, and many bayonets showed strange arrangements of corpses. The same was true under Silva's bayonets. He found it very unfunny because the weight of the three corpses was about to break his bayonets.

What's even more terrifying is that the fourth person behind the body, a middle-aged farmer, climbed up with a blood-stained pickaxe in his hand, and directly pointed the tip of the pickaxe at Silva's head. The Marseille, who had no time to dodge, closed his eyes in despair.

With a "bang", the gunshot came from behind the head. It was Viagra's pistol that saved him. The middle-aged farmer who was hit in the head fell straight at the feet of the French, with the pickaxe still clenched in his hand.

Silva was about to thank him, but saw another crazy woman with agility, jumped up, jumped over the bayonet, and rushed over with bare hands. It was not himself, but he threw Viagra behind him to the ground. The crazy Spanish woman used her sharp teeth to bite the French throat. When an officer was about to run over and pulled out a pistol to kill the big worm, it was too late. Viagra's entire front neck had been bitten and broken. The soldier wanted to shout for help, but the leaking throat made him unable to make any sound. He could only pinch his throat tightly with both hands, but the light of life still dissipated from the gaps between his fingers.
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