Li Chang'an's order to Li Yunlong was for the tanks to fire for half an hour, and after the tanks stopped firing, Yang Wenguang would lead his men to clean up the battlefield.
But Li Chang'an didn't consider that after the tank fired, there might be no one left.
One tank, two machine guns, firing bullets every minute.
In half an hour, each tank fired 660,000 rounds of ammunition.
One thousand tanks would require 660 million rounds of ammunition.
Li Yunlong had never fought such a rich battle in his life, nor did he dare to imagine that he could fight such a rich battle.
In the past, when he was fighting, each soldier was only given five bullets. Once they ran out, they had to rush forward and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.
After finally capturing some supplies, the brigade commander congratulated them on their fortune.
They lived a very frugal life.
Even so, Li Yunlong's troops were considered extremely wealthy among the Eighth Army.
Other groups were so poor they didn't even have pants to wear.
The entire 129th Division only had two mountain guns.
Shells were extremely scarce, and each shell required the division commander's approval to fire.
If too many shells are fired, it must be reported to headquarters, explaining why so many shells were fired.
Every time the boss heard news of fireworks, he was so distressed that he couldn't sleep.
It's nothing like it is now, where the trigger is pulled and bullets are fired like they're free.
These bullets, when added together, are more than the bullets that the Eighth Army has fired in the entire War of Resistance against Japan.
Li Yunlong dared not imagine what the brigade commander would do to him if he knew he was fighting like this.
I reckon he could skin himself alive.
With so many bullets fired, the effect was quite significant.
The entire beach was littered with corpses, a battlefield of blood and flesh.
No complete limbs could be found on the beach; various organs were scattered on the ground.
The soldiers on the city wall were positioned higher and had a clearer view.
The bloody and mangled scene on the beach came into their view immediately after the ceasefire.
Most of the soldiers, upon seeing it for the first time, immediately leaned over the wall and started vomiting.
Those who hadn't vomited were already numb with fear.
Even Yang Wenguang felt a chill run down his spine.
This is not the human world, it's hell.
Dismembered limbs and bones floated on the beach, soaking in blood. Countless internal organs and bones were mixed together, intertwined.
The entire beach was stained blood red, and Yang Wenguang could smell the blood in the air with every breath he took.
Then he couldn't hold it in any longer and squatted down to vomit.
He felt that he no longer needed to lead his men to reap the rewards on the battlefield.
My only worry is how to clean up this mess.
How could there possibly be any living people left on this beach for them to kill?
The only remaining enemy is on the ship.
Yang Wenguang believed there were no living people on the beach, but it turns out that some people are born with strong horoscopes and their ancestral graves are said to emit auspicious smoke.
Two hands reached out from the blood-soaked beach.
Captain Jack Sparrow always felt that he had a long life ahead of him.
When he was a child, a priest once told him that his life would be full of hardships and constant wandering, but he would live a long life.
When he was young, he naturally didn't believe in such mystical things.
But now it seems that the old man was really good at judging people.
As a pirate, he had excellent eyesight, so he knew he couldn't stop a bullet as it pierced through someone's body.
So he immediately lay down on the ground to reduce the chances of being hit.
Captain Lucy also collapsed with him.
It's a pity that his companions weren't so lucky.
Even though the two of them were lying close together, the bullets seemed to have eyes and all hit Lucy.
Jack stood up and, among the numerous bullets around him, found a few fragments of a corpse.
He wasn't sure if this was really Lucy, because his Lucy wasn't in such fragmented pieces.
After standing up, he raised his hands and shouted, "I stole an elephant! I stole an elephant!"
This was the Ming language he had specifically learned from the pirates of Fuqing, the overlords of the seas, before he set off on his expedition.
I never expected it would actually come in handy now.
Indeed, having many skills is never a bad thing.
As for resistance, he didn't even dare to think about it.
What he just witnessed had completely terrified him.
This was the first time he had realized how weak he was after becoming a master of the Land Immortal Realm.
He no longer cared about the dignity of a master, and knelt directly in the pool of blood, raising his hands high.
Li Chang'an looked at the scene of blood flowing like a river, but his heart was not stirred at all. He even felt like laughing a little.
When Jack stood up, he really wanted to kill him.
Unfortunately, he surrendered too quickly, leaving me with no reason to take action.
Taking a deep breath, Li Chang'an suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.
Li Yunlong has finished his task; now it's Yang Wenguang's turn to train the troops.
He put away the Emperor Five Elements Aurora Sword in his hand, and the sea fell back to the seabed.
With a loud boom, the fleet on the sea was shaken and rocked violently.
The soldiers of the Eight-Nation Alliance on the ship were also shaken and staggered.
Judah stood on the ship, looking at the bloody battlefield, his face pale.
He had always believed that this battle would be a massacre.
Eighteen terrestrial immortals, along with a full army of 500,000, attacked a city with only 10,000 soldiers.
No matter how I look at it, I feel that the advantage is in my hands.
As it turned out, things turned out exactly as he had expected.
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