Anti-Qing: Starting from the Jintian Uprising

Chapter 267 Massacre!

The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the battlefield.

At the same time, the Tang army's artillery was also firing continuously.

Smoke continued to billow out of several bunkers.

Projectiles flying!

In front of the barbed wire, screams were heard.

Due to the obstruction of the Tang army's barbed wire and the supervision of the French army.

These indigenous vassal troops were caught in a dilemma, unable to charge forward or retreat.

For a while, I could only become a sitting duck.

Being strafed by Tang Jun's machine guns round after round!

Corpses were piled up in front and behind the barbed wire, with the dead and wounded lying side by side. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

Broken limbs can be seen everywhere!

At the same time, the Tang army soldiers were lying in the trenches, constantly shooting with their guns.

Amid the sound of gunfire, people were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of lives were lost like grass being mowed.

Potter looked at the scene in front of him, full of doubts.

"Why don't you rush forward?!"

"What are you doing? Charge forward!"

He couldn't understand why these native vassal troops just stood there and took bullets instead of rushing up to fight with the Tang army.

However, his anger could not change anything.

Under the machine gun fire of the Tang army, these indigenous vassal troops could not break through the barbed wire blockade at all.

Moreover, as the sound of gunfire continued to ring out, the indigenous vassal army in the front began to show signs of collapse.

Seeing this, Porter became very anxious.

He knew that he could not go on like this, so he could only order the scattered French troops to gather, and then prepare to personally lead the French troops to attack the Tang army's artillery positions.

In his opinion, the reason why they couldn't charge forward now was that the natives were afraid of death and had no sense of military honor at all.

But the French Army is the strongest army in Europe, and the proudest and most honorable army in the whole of Europe.

They will never be afraid of death.

As long as they work hard, there will be no enemy fortress that they cannot break through.

After losing the supervision of the French soldiers, the offensive of the natives not only slowed down significantly, but they even began to flee to both sides of the battlefield.

Porter led the assembled French army into a neat line formation and began to advance.

"Kill, boys! Long live France!"

"Let's rush forward and kill all those damn yellow monkeys!"

"Kill for France!"

The French army's junior officers shouted loudly.

The French army, wearing black tall hats, blue clothes and red trousers, advanced forward aggressively.

The Tang army in the trenches could clearly see a long blue and red line advancing forward in the distance.

This is what the uniforms of European armies of this era looked like.

The colors are so bright!

Although it can boost the morale of the troops, it looks too conspicuous on the battlefield.

"Report to the captain, those Nanyang natives have retreated, and the foreigners have taken over!"

The communications soldier quickly ran into the artillery command room and reported to Lin Bao.

Hearing this, Lin Bao clapped his hands excitedly.

"it is good!"

"These ghost guys finally came up on their own."

"It's boring to just fight those native monkeys from Southeast Asia. This is a good opportunity for us to test the weight of these white-skinned ghosts."

"Tell the brothers to give me a good beating!"

……

Kalam stood in the queue and led his soldiers forward.

Each of them held a rifle in their hands, and walked forward confidently with their heads held high and their chests puffed out.

Loud military songs continue to sound!

"For France, for God, charge!"

Finally, the distance was shortened to a certain point, and the French army charged forward with muskets in hand.

The rumbling sound of artillery fire rang out.

The projectiles flew and passed through the array.

But this did not change the proud French people's color, and they still stopped their charge.

As the distance shortened, shotgun shells began to fly across the battlefield.

But the brave French soldiers continued to rush forward, stepping on the corpses of their comrades.

Kalam waved the command knife in his hand vigorously and shouted loudly.

"For God, for France, and for the honor of Napoleon!"

"Come on!"

Finally, they bravely rushed to the barbed wire.

Then the French soldiers' charge came to a halt.

Because they were also helpless with the barbed wire in front of them.

Of course, if they are given some time, it is possible to dig out the barbed wire.

But the problem is that wanting to dig out the barbed wire under the machine gun fire of the Tang army is no different from a fantasy.

"Oh my God, what on earth is this?"

"It has thorns, be careful, there are barbs on the wire." "Oh my God, it turns out that those natives were stopped by this barbed wire..."

"..."

Before the French soldiers could try to destroy the barbed wire, the sound of machine gun fire rang out again the next moment.

The French soldiers charging forward in a line formation were simply the best targets in front of the Tang army's machine guns.

The sound of gunfire continued to ring out, and the French soldiers who rushed to the barbed wire fell to the ground like the native soldiers before.

In the face of heavy machine guns, there was no difference between the proud French and the natives they looked down upon.

However, the French army is elite after all, and is different from those natives.

Faced with the Tang army's machine gun fire, the natives could only scream in panic, but the French soldiers were trying every means to destroy the barbed wire and continued to rush forward.

Someone was struggling to cut down the stakes that held the barbed wire in place.

Someone chopped the wire with a knife, trying to cut it.

But as the barrage of bullets came, these French soldiers could only fall one after another in front of and behind the barbed wire.

Karam suddenly had an idea and ordered his soldiers to lift the bodies of several natives and throw them onto the barbed wire.

Then, they used the corpses as stepping stones to climb over the barbed wire.

Looking at the vast scene before him, Kalam felt his blood boiling, as if victory was just around the corner.

He immediately shouted loudly and charged forward.

However, before they could take even a few steps, they heard a burst of gunfire.

The Tang army soldiers stood in the trench, aiming at them and shooting continuously.

The breech-loading rifles kept firing, creating a barrage of bullets that covered Kalam and others.

After a few gunshots, Karam felt a tightness in his chest while charging. He looked down and found that he had been shot.

He let out a scream and then fell limply to the ground.

Most of the soldiers around him were shot and fell to the ground, wailing.

The few lucky ones who were not shot were frightened by the scene before them. They simply abandoned their superior, Karam, and turned around to run away.

Several people scrambled to climb over the barbed wire.

After a fight, there was finally a result. A lucky guy pushed everyone away and tried to climb back by stepping on the corpse hanging on the barbed wire.

But when he turned halfway, he was shot in the back. His body suddenly fell forward and he fell to the ground unconscious. Blood spread out and dyed the ground red.

After struggling for a few times, he stopped moving.

The world in front of Karam was gradually covered in blood. His blood continued to flow out from his wounds, dyeing the land beneath him warm...

After a fierce battle, the French army failed to break through the barbed wire blockade of the Tang army.

Apart from leaving corpses all over the ground, there was no gain, so Porter could only order a retreat in shame.

The proud French army had no choice but to be defeated by barbed wire and machine guns.

After withdrawing from the battlefield, Porter summoned his company commanders to discuss matters.

"Lieutenant Colonel, both Kalam and Sheld died on the battlefield and failed to return."

A battalion commander reported to Porter.

Hearing this, Potter couldn't help but open his mouth, his face full of sadness.

But he asked anyway.

"Besides that, our army suffered such casualties in various units."

It was the battalion commander who spoke up again.

"Lieutenant Colonel, according to current statistics, our army suffered 422 casualties in the previous battle."

"If we include the indigenous vassal troops, the number would be at least over a thousand."

Potter opened his mouth and said with a somewhat dejected look.

"It's only been a short time, and over a thousand people have been killed..."

"This is not a war, but a massacre. This is simply an inhumane massacre."

"We can't go on like this. Immediately send someone to report to Earl Elgin and Sir Gro and ask them to withdraw their troops."

When the people around heard this, no one raised any objections and they all nodded in agreement.

Although the battle just now was short, it gave them a great shock.

Now, they could not muster up the courage to attack the Tang army’s artillery positions again!

……

Karam slowly woke up from his coma, only to feel pain all over his body.

He opened his eyes with all his strength, and saw a scene of mountains of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Many corpses were hanging on the barbed wire, their flesh and blood cut by the barbs, their gray eyes looking up at the sky.

It was as if he was asking why God didn't come to save his life?
There were corpses piled up on the ground, with broken limbs, broken internal organs and bones scattered everywhere.

A large amount of blood gathered together, forming a blood pool in the low-lying area.

Karam struggled for a bit and felt that the bleeding from his wounds seemed to have stopped temporarily. He squirmed his body and tried to crawl back in the direction he came from.

But before he could climb a few steps, he heard a loud shout not far away.

"Look, squad leader, there's a living person here!"

Karam looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Tang army soldier who was cleaning the battlefield pointing at him excitedly, saying something.

Soon, a few more soldiers came running over from a distance. After discussing for a while, they came forward to control Karam and carried him towards the direction of the artillery position.

Tian Zhuang said impatiently while carrying the seriously injured Karam.

"Sergeant, why should we carry this foreigner back? Wouldn't it be easier to just cut off his head and count it as a military achievement?"

The squad leader Ma Qiang picked up the bayonet and stabbed a French soldier who was still squirming on the ground, while curling his lips and saying.

"You kid knows nothing."

"If this was an ordinary ghost, he would just finish off the enemy."

"But look at the clothes this foreigner is wearing. He is obviously an official. If we can capture him alive and get some information out of him, wouldn't that be a greater achievement than a head?"

"Let's go, the battlefield is almost cleaned up, let's go back and report!"

(End of this chapter)