Chapter 481 Prussia's Blood and Tears (Second update, please subscribe)
Finally, the person is getting closer!
Under the moonlight, a dark crowd appeared in the soldiers' sight!
"Beep...beep...beep"
Crisp gunshots rang out, and the soldiers lying in the trenches kept aiming, pulling the trigger, and pulling the bolt. They used the Type 70 rifles in their hands to save their lives.
Facing the incoming enemies, the machine gunners in the trenches turned the handles of the Gatling guns. Their faces looked a little ferocious, and they kept firing desperately. The whistling bullets took the lives of Prussians one after another.
The hail of bullets from Type 70 rifles, Gatling machine guns and mortars continued to send the Prussian soldiers to heaven, but they still attacked forward without even shouting or howling, only letting out a miserable howl when they died.
"put!"
At a distance of less than one kilometer, the Prussian field artillery opened fire. At the moment the shrapnel flew out of the barrel, the sky and the earth were illuminated by the artillery flames. The whistling shells suddenly exploded after flying hundreds of meters. Dozens of projectiles weighing 50 grams flew forward and instantly covered an area of trenches.
The walnut-sized projectiles raised a cloud of dust on the breastwork of the trench. In the dust, several soldiers were hit by the projectiles and fell in a pool of blood before they even had time to scream...
Although dense shotgun shells covered the entire trench, the soldiers in the trench pulled the bolts, aimed forward, and fired continuously. The machine gunners in the bunker shook the handles, shooting and strafing continuously.
The position in front of them was littered with dead bodies, and the dry land had long been stained and soaked with the blood of the corpses, but the one-sided massacre continued, and it seemed that there would never be an end.
Stein, who was moving forward with his brothers, suddenly felt something hit his lower abdomen. Before he could react, he fell to the ground. When he felt the strength disappear from his body, he lay on his back on the ground, just looking at the night sky.
"Germany, Germany, above all, above all things in the world; brothers always stand together to protect and defend at all times. From Maas to Memmer, from Esch to Belt..."
On the battlefield, in the hail of bullets, Stein, who was a little fuzzy, hummed this "German Song". When his life was slowly fading away, he seemed to return to his mother's arms. When he was a child, his mother had taught him to sing this "German Song" while playing the piano...
"Germany, Germany, above all, above everything in the world. Germany, Germany, above all, above everything in the world!"
Not only one person was humming the "German Song". On this battlefield, the words and music overlapped in the mouths of these dying soldiers. In the singing, they walked towards death without hesitation.
The continuous shooting even made the carbon steel barrels of the rifles become scorching hot, and the barrels of the Gatling machine guns also became scorching hot in the continuous shooting. Under the whistling rain of bullets, the Prussian soldiers fell in groups, but people kept rushing up from behind, and some of them were knocked down on the bodies of their companions when they jumped over them.
But even so, no one retreated, and no one fled. In the darkness, the Prussians from Maas, Memmer, Esch and Belt marched forward without hesitation.
"Unity, justice and freedom for the German motherland; let us work together for this goal..."
The sound of gunfire and singing overlapped on the battlefield. Between life and death, thousands of corpses were scattered in front of the Nanhua Army's positions.
The cannons roared and the whistling shells would blow the soldiers into the sky, but they could not stop them. The whistling shotgun shells would take the soldiers' lives and shatter their helmets, but they did not hide. They still held their rifles, pulled the bolts, aimed and shot...
This is a contest of wills, a contest of wills. Weakness or retreat on either side will lead to failure.
"Unity, justice and liberty are the guarantee of our happiness..."
A bullet pierced Backhouse's forehead, and when he fell, his glasses fell to the ground. He fell down and fell on the pile of corpses in front of the position. Lying on the ground, he looked at the night sky unwillingly.
This was no longer a battle, but a massacre, destined to be a futile massacre for both the attackers and the defenders.
The battle became intense from that night. The artillery bombarded each other with cannons, and the infantry fired rifles. The fighting went on non-stop. The stalemate front would fall, be lost, and be recaptured.
die!
Death loomed over the land.
…
The battle reports from the front line were sent to Zhu Xianhai one by one. Regarding the pressure on the First Division, he just spoke calmly.
"Got it. I believe Liangshan can be defended!"
Can hold it!
Zhu Xianhai did not doubt the combat effectiveness of the First Division, otherwise he would not have used a division to stop the German attack. In fact, he did not have many troops, only two divisions and a brigade. With such a small army, he wanted to swallow the Prussian Fourth Army with a total strength of nearly 100,000. It would be a waste of time.
However, he was not worried about that.
"Now, where is the Thirteenth Army located?"
Staring at the position of the Prussian 13th Army on the map, Zhu Xianhai looked up at Ren Huabang and asked.
"What do you think of our plan?"
Facing His Majesty's question, Ren Huabang thought for a while and said.
"Your Majesty, the purpose of our support to France is not to help them completely defeat Prussia, but to help them overcome the current crisis. This also determines that our tactics are different from the past."
As the first officer to propose the idea of "resisting the French and aiding the French", he was of course very clear about the ultimate purpose of assisting the French, which was definitely not to allow the French to win a complete victory in this war.
It was just to prevent France from losing. It would be best to return to the starting point of the war. This was the ultimate goal of Nanhua's assistance to France.
Of course, it is not realistic to annihilate the Prussian 13th Army with the strength of the expeditionary force, so seeking limited tactical victory becomes the inevitable choice.
"There is no benefit for us in annihilating the 13th Army. Compared to annihilation, repelling it is the best option!"
"Well, that means defeat!"
Zhu Xianhai nodded slightly and said.
"Then there should be no problem in letting the First Cavalry Brigade carry out this mission!"
(End of this chapter)
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