The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 399 The entire army was wiped out
"Sir!" Two black officers walked into the command post and saluted Sherman.

"It's your turn next!" Sherman said to the two.

“It’s already ready!”

"The frontline infantry regiment is now encountering strong resistance, which means their main force has been tied up here! There is almost no resistance in the rear, and even if there is, it will not be strong!"

"But that Chinese guy is very good at ambushes! You better be careful!"

"So, you have to attack from this side to that side, from every street, like a cone, constantly chiseling holes, and once you find a loophole, break through in one fell swoop!"

"After breaking through their defenses, charge in this direction! Meet at Michigan Avenue, the widest street in Chicago, with a width of 30 meters..."

"This isn't your first day on the battlefield. I believe you can tell when it's time for a comprehensive breakthrough."

"Yes, sir!" shouted the commanders of the 9th and 10th Regiments.

"That Chinese guy has a very powerful firearm that makes a sound like a typewriter and has no smoke. Be careful about that. We haven't encountered too many on the front lines, so they must have some in the rear!"

"But they don't have many bullets for this type of gun... You have to pay attention to this!"

"Any questions?" Sherman finished his order and looked at the two men.

"No, sir!"

"When you go down, tell others the battle plan..." Sherman glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.

"The infantry regiment on the front line will intensify the attack in half an hour to tie down their main force!"

"You will set out in an hour and launch the attack in an hour and a half!"

"Yes, sir!"

……

Half an hour later, the crippled 10th Infantry Regiment retreated like a stream.

In just one morning of fighting, more than 10 of the 800 men in the 300th Infantry Regiment were killed. Many entire squads or even companies were killed, leaving corpses on the streets of Chicago.

In particular, many of them were killed by a single shot, directly hitting the forehead.

If there are only a few places, it will make people feel that the other side has two sharpshooters.

However, along the entire front line, one could see squad after squad of dead soldiers lying on the roadside, each with a bullet hole in his forehead.

"They're finally gone!" A thug with a dark face let out a long sigh when he saw the soldiers retreating. He then took off his helmet and looked at the bullets embedded in it.

Although this thing was uncomfortable to wear, it saved his life.

Then he put on the helmet, leaned against the wall, took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The smoke irritated his lungs, which made him feel alive.

"Everyone, cheer up! The enemy may come again at any time!" Someone spoke up in a room not far away.

"Yes, I'll be back soon!" A voice came over with the sound of metal knocking on the ground, and Chen Zhengwei walked over from a distance with a cigar in his mouth.

He was still wearing the same green gentleman's suit, but there were some bloodstains and dust on it.

There was no one behind him.

The more than 30 people he had left behind were now reinforcements in various places.

"Boss!" Others stood up from the ground one after another, their eyes filled with admiration.

Before this, none of them had thought that Chen Zhengwei would come to the front line to participate in the battle in person, and that his fighting ability was so strong and his marksmanship was simply amazing.

If it weren't for him, the defense would have been breached long ago.

Therefore, even though there were many casualties this morning, no one retreated.

"In half an hour, you can retreat to the second line of defense!" Chen Zhengwei took out a cigar from his pocket and threw it to the henchman: "Take two puffs each!"

He knew that the opponent would soon launch a more fierce all-out attack.

It's time for the enemy's cavalry to move.

The next step is to use space to trade for time, waiting to cripple those cavalry regiments...then it will be Sherman's turn to be in trouble.

Chen Zhengwei went downstairs under the respectful gazes of these thugs. When he reached the intersection, he saw a large number of soldiers appearing on the opposite side.

The 2nd Infantry Regiment joined the 15th Infantry Regiment in another attack.

Chen Zhengwei, with a cigar in his mouth, fired a submachine gun at the opposite side. Several soldiers who had just run across the street with guns were shot in the head and fell to the ground, which scared the others.

Along with the gunshots here, fierce exchanges of fire broke out again in other places.

Half an hour later, a large number of cavalry began to set off, bypassing the battle zone from two directions, and then divided into teams of less than a hundred people, waiting for the time to come to launch an attack.

This attack is just a feint, but if the opponent does not defend, it will turn into a real attack.

At the same time, Chen Zhengwei's troops on the front line finally began to retreat.

Soon, the news reached the army headquarters at the railway station.

"Commander-in-Chief, they are starting to retreat!"

"They can't hold on! In fact, they can hold on for so long, they are no worse than the army!" Sherman said while looking at the map.

"Let the infantry regiments push forward on all fronts. We must not give them any time to catch their breath!"

"When the cavalry attacks, they will be even more confused... and then..." Sherman smashed his fist on the center of the map, where the hotel was.

"The final word!"

……

A cavalry company commander was leading his horse, watching the time on his pocket watch moving by, while in the distance he heard fierce gunfire. He knew that other teams were exchanging fire with each other.

Behind him, soldiers were also leading their horses with determined eyes.

Although the other party were also people of color like themselves, they had no sympathy for them. In fact, in their opinion, the other party was almost the same as Indians, and they would not show any mercy when killing them.

"Three minutes left, get on your horses!" The cavalry company commander looked at the time and gave orders to those beside him.

When the others heard the order, they mounted their horses and took out their revolvers.

In the city, a pistol is more suitable for firing while moving on horseback.

The horses they were riding snorted uneasily.

"set off!"

Following the command, the ground began to shake slightly, and a large number of war horses began to trot on the streets.

Looking from the air, you can see spikes driven into the streets.

"Fuck, they're finally here!" The thugs who were lying in ambush in the shops on both sides of the street stood up one after another.

The battle had been going on for quite some time. With 300 men going against three infantry regiments of more than 2400 men, you can imagine how brutal it would be.

They had been waiting anxiously.

These cavalrymen have finally arrived!

The guards looked outside through the window cracks and saw a large number of war horses trotting on the street, while the black soldiers on horseback were holding pistols and staring at both sides cautiously.

"beat!"

The windows on both sides of the street were suddenly pushed open, and thugs with submachine guns fired at the people below.

Before some soldiers could react, blood mist appeared on their bodies and they fell to the street with their horses. The soldiers behind them were also affected. Some horses were tripped and the soldiers on them fell off.

On the street ahead, there were trip ropes everywhere, making it impossible to rush through.

"We're ambushed! Retreat!" The cavalry captain's eyes were bloodshot. The enemy didn't have many people, but the guns they had were extremely powerful. They kept firing bullets, as if they would never stop. They could fire dozens of bullets in just a few seconds.

They were like sitting ducks on the streets.

Soon, the cavalry company abandoned one-third of its men and horses and rushed back to the street entrance.

This scene happened on every street. Since there were too many streets, Aaron only deployed ten people to ambush on each street.

Soon, the commander of the cavalry regiment received news brought back by various companies.

They were ambushed on almost every street.

The captain of the cavalry company and his staff were both surprised.

"How come there are so many?"

"Aren't their main forces tied up at the front line?"

"There are so many streets, and there are at least 200 of them, close to 300."

However, the situation on four streets attracted their attention. There were more people lying in ambush on these four streets, but there were only two guns called Chicago Typewriters, and the others were gunpowder guns like theirs.

Therefore, they suffered the least casualties in these streets.

"These are the streets! These are their weak points!" The commander of the cavalry regiment made a decision quickly.

"Send some of our men to launch a feint attack on other streets to attract their attention! Then gather the main force and charge through these streets!"

Soon, the two cavalry regiments counted the casualties and found that they had lost more than 400 people in this feint attack. The casualties were extremely heavy, reaching one-fifth, and the morale was greatly affected.

Especially the gun called Chicago Typewriter in the hands of the enemy, which has extremely fierce firepower and has a devastating impact on morale.

The cavalry regiment then split into two hundred men, who appeared at other street corners to attract the enemy's attention.

The others gathered on the four target streets.

"Charge, charge straight ahead!"

Following the order, the cavalry regiment's horses stopped trotting and started to gallop. At the same time, the soldiers on horseback kept shooting at the windows on both sides. The windows were all broken, and Chen Zhengwei's men hid in the house and couldn't even raise their heads.

Soon, a large group of cavalry rushed through these streets and then converged towards Michigan Avenue, inserting into Michigan Avenue like a spear.

This is also directly behind the front line.

"Charge!" The cavalry captain at the front rushed into Michigan Avenue and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Next, kill every Chinese you see!"

When these cavalrymen were sweeping down Michigan Avenue like a hurricane and were about to reach the intersection ahead, the windows on both sides were suddenly pushed open. A large number of Chinese youths in hunting suits stood behind the windows, looking at them with cold eyes.

At a glance, there were people lying in ambush in the shops on both sides of the street and on the roofs.

At first glance, there were at least two hundred people.

The cavalry soldiers who were charging down Michigan Avenue suddenly panicked: "Ambush!"

"How come there are so many!"

Even a fool would know that something was wrong.

However, they had already started charging and had no chance to stop or even turn around. They could only charge forward while gritting their teeth and firing in both directions.

"Fire!"

Da da da!
The gunshots from both sides suddenly became like a rainstorm, and the metal barrage directly covered the entire Michigan Avenue.

"Do not……"

"don't want……"

The charging war horses and the soldiers on them were covered in a bloody mist and were swept into the ground like sieves.

Michigan Avenue, the 30-meter-wide main road in Chicago, has now become a complete slaughterhouse.

Even if there were soldiers who were lucky enough to rush forward, they were horrified to find that a tripwire had been put up at the intersection ahead of them at some point.

And it's not a tripwire.

A black soldier laid on his horse's back in despair, praying that his mount could jump over the tripwires.

"God bless us! Honey, you can do it, you can do it!"

Then he felt the horse rise into the air and clear the first tripwire.

However, the moment it landed, the horse's hoof was tripped by another tripwire, and both the horse and the rider flew out.

"My legs... legs..." The soldier only felt severe pain in his legs and kept wailing.

boom!
With the sound of a gunshot, the soldier immediately fell silent.

Then the second one, the third one...

Of the 1,400 cavalrymen in the two cavalry regiments, less than fifty reached the tripwire, and the rest were left on Michigan Avenue.

The whole street had become a slaughterhouse, littered with the corpses of people and horses.

Screams and death groans were heard everywhere.

Aaron slid down from the roof along a rope and saw a black soldier lying not far from him. His legs had become a strange shape and white bones were sticking out.

Seeing Aaron, the black man pleaded desperately: "Don't hurt me... I surrender, don't hurt me..."

Aaron pulled out a gun and pointed it at his forehead.

"no no……"

boom!
"You betrayed the color of your skin, bastards!"

Aaron cursed and pulled the trigger without blinking.

"Leave fifty men here to clean up the battlefield, and kill those who are still alive!"

"Everyone else, follow me to support the front!"

A moment later, the only people on the street were some Chinese men in hunting suits walking on the street with guns, checking the bodies and shooting those who were not dead.

Those who had retreated to the second line of defense immediately stabilized their position with the addition of this group of fresh forces.

The attacking 2nd and 15th Infantry Regiments also noticed this change.

The Chinese, who were already on the verge of collapse, suddenly became ferocious.

"The enemy has reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements coming from?" The front-line commanders of the two infantry regiments looked surprised.

Soon, the news was passed back to the headquarters.

Sherman looked at the map with a frown... The enemy's firepower suddenly became fierce, there must be reinforcements.

But where do the reinforcements come from?
Why did this change happen? What news did I miss?
"The cavalry hasn't arrived yet?"

"No..." Sherman's combat staff team also frowned in confusion.

Chen Zhengwei has no more than 700 men under his command, and there is no doubt about that! If he has other reinforcements arriving in Chicago, they will not be able to hide, and they will definitely get the news.

It was not until more than ten minutes later that the messenger brought a black soldier covered in blood into the headquarters.

"Commander, there is news..."

"Where is the cavalry regiment now? How is the battle going?" Sherman looked at the blood all over the other party's body and the tears on his face, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Except for our two companies... the rest of the 9th and 10th Cavalry Regiments... were completely wiped out..."

(End of this chapter)