The thief of the fortress dominates the world

Chapter 591 Desperate

The failure of the first attack made the British furious, and they shelled Wenzhou City Wall for another half an hour.

But before their shelling began, the defenders on the city wall had already hid in the bunkers prepared in advance.

What's more, the British's field artillery is not powerful enough, which sounds scary, but it feels like it has more energy than energy when used to attack the city.

After half an hour of shelling, David changed another infantry regiment and began to attack.

However, with the lessons learned from the previous failure, the British soldiers walked forward cautiously with their guns in hand, staring at the city with nervous eyes, not daring to be careless in the slightest, for fear that a bunch of heads would suddenly appear again.

"Hey, it seems that the British guy has learned his lesson this time. Order the mortars to fire six salvos." Zhou Ze, who was observing the enemy's situation in the city tower, saw this scene through the binoculars, smiled and ordered in a deep voice.

This time the British offensive troops continued to advance cautiously, but as the distance approached, they began to shoot at the city wall for fire reconnaissance.

But even so, the city was still quiet.

The British slowly let go of their hearts, thinking that the defenders should have suffered heavy losses in the shelling just now, so they didn't dare to stand up.

Thinking about it this way, the speed of the attacking troops suddenly accelerated a lot.

However, the British were obviously happy too early.

A strange sharp howling sound came from far and near. Many curious British soldiers looked up at the sky and found dozens of dark objects screaming and falling towards them.

The British infantry regiment that attacked this time did not participate in the battle during the last encounter, so although I later heard that the Qin army possessed a terrifying small curved artillery, they did not personally experience it.

Therefore, most of the soldiers just looked up stupidly, without the slightest intention of avoiding.

Instead, the head of the infantry regiment yelled, threw himself on the ground, and then tightly covered his ears.

When some clever soldiers saw the regiment leader's movement, they hurriedly followed and fell to the ground.

Twenty-four mortar shells fell into the dense crowd of British soldiers. Amidst the bursts of violent explosions, the British soldiers were swept into a large area, and broken arms and stumps abound in the air.

Mortars are much more powerful than grenades, so the lethality and bloodiness of the scene are more serious.

Before the British could react from the bewilderment of being bombed, the second round of shells slammed down again.

In less than a short period of time, more than 100 shells fell into the crowd of British soldiers in six rounds of shooting, which directly caused the infantry regiment of more than 500 people to suffer extremely heavy casualties, and the ratio of staff reduction exceeded two-thirds.

Most of the remaining ones who survived by luck were wounded, and those who were not wounded were scared out of their wits.

Without the officer's order to retreat, the surviving soldiers had already started crying and running back.

The British soldiers who were injured and survived were groaning in pain, and many of them called for their mothers with weaker and weaker voices.

The most moving one is a British soldier whose legs were blown off, propping his arms on the ground and wriggling forward in his own direction with difficulty, dragging a black and red bloodstain on the muddy ground, But he kept yelling in English: "Help, help..."

This sudden and terrifying bombardment plunged the station into silence. The British commander David was pale, his eyes were angry, and his hands holding the binoculars were trembling slightly.

He never expected that the battle he had expected to be sure would turn into such a situation!

The promised enemy is unprepared?What if the enemy's troops are empty?
He had just organized two attacks, and the casualties had already reached one-fifth of the entire army, which made it really difficult for him to accept this reality.

What exactly is going on?Why did everything become like this?
David had the feeling that he had been tricked.

He suddenly felt something, and when he looked back, he was greeted by the angry eyes of many officers and soldiers around him.

Of course they have reasons to be angry. Why did the easy battle that was promised become so cruel?The promised enemy is vulnerable, but the firepower is so powerful that it makes people desperate.

Seeing so many old robes die in an instant, the soldiers naturally needed an explanation.

If it weren't for the fear of military law, someone might have shot David a black gun at this moment.

"Soldiers, please don't look at your commander with such eyes. Everything is still under control, and the heavy enemy fire is only temporary. They are trying to scare us in this way. Listen to me, boy Ladies and gentlemen, you are the bravest warriors of the British Empire. We only need one last attack to take down the city in front of us. When you enter the city, you can use any and all methods to vent your sorrow and anger."

David drew out his command knife and loudly boosted morale.

David's agitation still played a certain role. The anger in the eyes of the soldiers gradually subsided, their morale also picked up, and they began to prepare for the next attack.

David was indeed going to put all his eggs in one basket. He planned to attack in an all-round way and take the city at the cost of losing some people.

"When the city is taken down, I will chop off the heads of all those damned enemies and hang them on the city wall, and crush their dirty corpses with horseshoes. I will send them all to meet Satan!" Wei brandished his command saber, sniffed, looked at the city wall angrily, and muttered cursing to himself.

He believed in his judgment, the enemy didn't have too many weapons and ammunition, and this last full-scale attack would definitely win the city.

"The British guy is going to fight desperately. Notify me, get ready for battle, let the mortar company not be reluctant to shoot as many shells as possible, and shoot as fast as possible." Zhou Ze looked down at the adjutant commanded.

"Commander, what if we run out of ammunition?" asked the adjutant.

"What should we do? We still have teeth, bayonets, and engineer shovels! If the British want to take down Wenzhou City, they will trade their lives for it."

"Besides, it won't be the time for us to go all out. I think it's time for Commander Bai and the others to act." Zhou Ze said softly with a smile.

That's right, when the British were preparing to launch a full-scale attack, Bai Mu's First Army was also ready to attack.

At this time, they had all detoured behind the British, all the bullets were loaded, and the bayonets were all loaded, and they just waited for the command of the commander Bai Mu to kill the British from behind.

(End of this chapter)