Everyone was shocked!

As figures jumped out of the trenches among the rising smoke columns one by one, the Azap infantrymen were all stunned.

Originally, they even thought that the other party would avoid shelling like cowards, but they had thought that they would kill them so much.

"kill!"

Accompanied by deafening roars, the bayonets penetrated into the chests of the Azap cannon fodders. However, in just one encounter, hundreds of people fell down. Such a quick and fierce counterattack only scared the Azap infantry who rushed in the front to all fear...

He raised the cold bayonet, without any hesitation, and a quick stinging pierced into the Turkish chest. The soldiers around him rushed desperately like tigers down the mountain.

The shells exploded in the crowd that was fighting, and the bayonets flashed in front of their eyes. The loud shouts burst out from people's throats. Grenades exploded under their feet, smoke and fire, blood and sacrifice. People were fighting and fighting there with all their strength. Their shouts and shouts gathered in the air, and eventually they all formed a fight between will and will.

The battle unfolded violently in the smoke of gunpowder. The bayonets and bayonets collided in the air to assassinate. When the knife and the knife collided, it made a "chuckling" sound. The flowering bullets that fell from time to time burst out dense roars in the crowd. From time to time, someone was blown into the sky. The shouts of the enemy and us were fighting each other, and the shouts of killing boiled in the smoke of gunpowder and trembled.

The soldiers who stood on the defense braved the Turkish artillery fire, blocking the enemy's attack like a towering mountain.

Through the smoke of gunpowder, you can clearly see the Turks as they were tides, rising from wave to wave towards the Ming army's position. For Chen Sen, who was behind, although he was not on the battlefield in person, he could clearly feel everything there.

"How is the front line now?"

"There are at least tens of thousands of Turks attacking our positions. The front line has been asking for reinforcements. The general town must send troops up as soon as possible!"

"Have you lost the defense line?"

"No! The soldiers are charging back and fighting bayonets at the door of the defense line! If they don't strengthen their strength, they will be unreliable!"

Staring at the smoke column that exploded from time to time, the shooting was indeed fierce, the gunfire was short and dense, and grenades continued to explode.

It's time...

"Transfer the reserve team!"

The moment he issued this order, Chen Sen's eyelids twitched, and then he put down his sight and turned his eyes silently to the battlefield, but occasionally he would still turn his eyes to the other direction.

...

The rumbling sound of cannons kept coming from the north dozens of miles away. Although the war was fierce there, here, except for the occasional hunters shooting each other, everything seemed to be very calm.

But behind the calmness, there is a surging undercurrent!

On the Turkish front, they also dug a trench.

Unlike the Azap cannon fodder on the other side, the soldiers in this trench were the elite Sultan Guards of the Ottoman Empire, which is the famous "Jenicheri Legion". In the past two hundred years, this small guard has helped the Ottoman Sultan win the battlefield again and again. Unlike the Azap cannon fodder, they are the core of the huge military system of the Ottoman Empire.

Compared with those Azap cannon fodder with complex members, the source of the Sultan Guards is very simple. They are all slaves and slaves of the Sultan. They are the "blood tribute" from the conquered Balkan Slavs, Armenians, Bulgarians, Albanians and Bosnian families, and select some of the strongest boys to convert them to teach and learn Turkish and receive military training since childhood. This is also the fundamental reason for their strong combat effectiveness.

At this time, these Sultan soldiers were ready to go. These Sultan soldiers wearing white high hats were not just ordinary soldiers, but also educated soldiers! When Orhan established this guard, the intention was very obvious. He not only let the personal apprentices learn the skills of killing, but also let them learn cultural knowledge. After all, their identity was not cannon fodder, but the Sultan slaves. They were illiterate and uncultured. How could they serve as officials of the Sultan and guard the Sultan? They were slaves, but they were slaves of the Sultan. If they had talents, they would be promoted to the Governor-General, or even the Great Vizier. These new troops were slaves and the backbone of the army. They had outstanding combat power and were cultured. It was this synthesis that made them an elite legion that scared European Christians for more than 300 years.

However, with the continuous relaxation of recruitment standards, this high-quality elite soldier has become less combat-effective than before, recruiting scouts from Christian families for strict training. They are not allowed to get married, but in the period of Suleiman I, the guards began to get married and have children. By the time of Selim II, there was a phenomenon of military descendants and posts passing on their posts. Although the empire still promoted "blood tribute" in the Balkans, Armenia and other places, many "blood tribute" teenagers often end up becoming slaves because they did not have military positions.

Even now this legion has become a citizen army in Istanbul. Most of the members live in Istanbul. After all, many of them are descendants of officers and soldiers who retired from the Sudan Guards in their early years.

In fact, the families of the Sultan Guards now have long occupied a certain proportion of the Istanbul population, even reaching 20 to 30%!

Because of this, they are more eager to retake Istanbul than anyone else, not because they are slaves to the Sultan, nor because military achievements can make them prosperous. One more important reason is that Istanbul is their home.

So they know clearly who to fight for today!

Not for the Sultan, but for themselves!

In order to regain their homes and their relatives, their fate seemed to be destined to be sold as slaves. After all, for many years, this was also the tradition of the Ottomans after conquering a place. Local citizens were either killed or sold as slaves. Of course, the conquered cities could also choose to redeem and redeem freedom with huge amounts of money.

In this desire, dozens of officers from the Sudan Guards who led the team to attack went to the forefront of the team. They drew out their exquisite scimitars, pointed forward, and shouted:

“Allah is the greatest!”

“Allah is the greatest!”

The shouts of storms immediately resounded throughout the battlefield!

Amid the shouts, the infantry of the Sultan Guards, who had been impatient, immediately formed more than dozens of horizontal teams in battalions, arranged in an open space less than a mile away from the Ming army's position.

Almost in Tongming where they lined up, the Turks began to shell the Ming army, and the fierce artillery fire instantly enveloped the Ming army's position. The silence between heaven and earth was broken with the violent explosion.

Although the sudden shelling did not cause too many casualties to the Ming army, Qian Lei immediately realized the danger.

"The Turks must be attacking!"

He immediately ordered.

"Report the situation here to the general town, and tell the general town that I can hold on! Let's go with me and go to the front to supervise the battle!"

After saying that, he led several participating troops straight along the trench and had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

As Qian Lei rushed to the front, the Turks on the other side also took action, and tens of thousands of infantry from the Sultan Guards began to rumble forward.

At this moment, everyone knew that the most violent collision was about to begin here. Although the Turks' shelling was very fierce, the sentries were still staring at the Turks on the observation posts of the Ming army in the artillery fire. They now basically knew the artillery attacks of these Turks, and then took advantage of the air attack and defense line of the shelling.

As the drum beats forward, Obul looked quite calm. Even when facing the rain of bullets, he would not feel nervous. From the mountains of Albania, he left his mother as a "blood tribute". For the past decade, he has been training and doing farm work in the Turkish farm in the Amritoria. He is no different from Christian slaves. The only difference is that he has weapons and can kill those Christian slaves.

After waiting for many years, until three years ago, he entered the Sultan Guards as a supplementary army to supplement the losses of the Guards in Chania. In fact, more than 20,000 people in the Guards are now trying to regain the slaves conscripted by Jerusalem. In the past few decades, most of the children recruited with "blood tribute" lived as slaves. Only when the Guards suffered losses will the lucky ones among them be able to replenish the army.

It is also because of this that in the Guards, countless people were privately grateful for the Chinese invasion. If it weren't for their occupation of Jerusalem, they might not have the chance to join the Guards in their entire lives, and then make military achievements in the army, then become officers, and finally become local officials, or even Pasha in the province... In short, as long as they join the army, their destiny could change!

As long as they defeat the Chinese, they will be able to receive the award from Sudan!

In the Guards, all the young guard soldiers, like Oble, had such thoughts, and their eyes were fanatical, trying to change their destiny through this war.

Staring at the smoke columns that kept rising from the Chinese positions, Oble's breathing became rapid. He even touched the wire cutters on purpose. Just rush up and cut the Chinese wire fence, and then... they can rush into the Chinese trenches and then defeat them!

Then what?

They will receive commendation from the Sultan, and he will be awarded military merits, and may even be promoted to an officer... All of this is so longing for.

In this way, they walked in neat steps and moved forward with the drum beats. In the air, the explosions and drums coming from afar and the footsteps of these Sudan Guards sounded, and the officers shouted loudly from time to time to maintain the formation and order of the horizontal lineup.

At the same time, the Chinese shelling began. Compared with the Turks, the Chinese shelling did not seem to be fierce enough. It seemed that their cannons had all gone to support the northern front. However, despite this, the shrapnel bombs that exploded in the air still caused a bloody storm in the Turkish front. The moment the lead balls like raindrops fell from the sky, splashing blood in the crossing line. As the blood splattered, the Sudan Guards fell.

However, for these brave guards, this was no big deal. They ignored the shotgun falling from the sky. One person fell down and filled the seats in the back row and went to the front row. One row fell down and the back row became the front row. In the era of gun queuing, the victory of any battle is a battle of will, and the courage to be shot in the queuing team can win the victory of the war.

The Sultan Guards never lacked such courage. The dense shrapnel can't stop them, and even the socks can't stop them. In this way, they are getting closer and closer...

Even they saw the Ming army's barbed wire, which was actually just a few inconspicuous barbed wire mesh, what's the big deal?

devil?

Only when we rush into your trenches will the Chinese know what the devil is!

Both Aubr and other guard soldiers sneered at the description of the Azap cannon fodders, and they did not take it seriously at all.

The barbed wire was not worth mentioning at all, and it could not even resist the shelling. They saw the violent explosion of shells blowing wooden stakes into the sky, and it seemed that the barbed wire was also destroyed.

It's soon, it's soon, and it's soon to attack the Chinese people's defense!

“Allah is the greatest!”

Oble shouted loudly with the others, for him, the so-called Christ had long faded away, and he was even more pious than the most pious Turks.

When the Turks shouted again and prayed to the prophets again to bless them to win, the Ming army's position was still shrouded in a sea of ​​fire. The shells and violent explosions fell from the sky made them unable to raise their heads at all. They could only curl up as much as possible to avoid the fragments and violent explosions flying around.

But not everyone is like this. At least for those soldiers in anti-aircraft fortifications, they don’t have to worry about shells falling from the sky. They lie on the edge of the trenches and stare at the closer and closer enemy through the rolling smoke. Although the choking smoke surges from all directions, they are still staring at the battlefield with all their concentration. However, they do not shoot blindly, but are waiting in the bunker and waiting for the orders of the officers.

"Wait a little longer!"
Chapter completed!