This is a battle that does not need to be described too much, because the weapons used by Zhao Fubo and others are more advanced than the Dresser rear-loading guns that were only successfully developed in 1835 by Germany. Apart from the lack of rifles, the fire density is definitely not comparable to a single-shot rifle. When facing the weapon massacre 600 years later, there is no need to say the result, and no reason to talk about it.

Such a scenario only proves one thing, only technology is the only important thing. Don’t mention justice or humanitarianism. As a Chinese, a Chinese who truly loves China, the only word that should be shouted out is technology. All problems that hinder the development of science and technology should be completely cleaned.

Because of a small backward technology, it may not be scary, just like the light cavalry used by the Qing Dynasty to deal with the Ming Dynasty muskets. The strong bows they used even exceeded the range of the Ming Dynasty firearms. The result of the war was the chaotic and chaos within the Ming Dynasty, which eventually led to the fall of the Ming Dynasty's once glorious era. All technology and civilization became jokes.

But we can broaden our horizons a little, just like the indigenous people of Africa dealing with colonial troops from Britain. No matter how brave, no matter how courageous they have, no matter how righteous their goals are, they will eventually fall under the attack of the musketeers. Such technological gaps will inevitably be the result. If we extend this concept, we will extremize two different natures, such as comparing the technological civilization with the ability to voyage in the universe with the primitive tribes.

The conclusion is very obvious, that is, no matter what kind of reason you have, there is no need to mention it again, technological backwardness is the fundamental origin of slavery and exploitation.

In the "stomach-shaped" area, two waves of "grenade launchers" were intensively attacked by two consecutive waves of "grenade launchers". There were almost no living people there, and there were armor that was burned and deformed under high temperatures, as well as human bodies with mucus flowing in the armor. The soldiers of the Kingdom of Granada who died elsewhere were much better. Even if they were killed by landmines, there were only some small eyes on the armor. When they became prisoners, they endured the pain on their bodies and pushed them up and threw them into the nearby valley, blood flowed out along their armor.

As for the corpses in the "stomach-shaped area", many of them have been roasted in the armor. They are not even afraid to move them. Once they move, the armor pieces on their bodies will fall off due to the broken belt, revealing the body that burns just as well.

Normal people don’t like this. Fortunately, the Yulin Army of the Song Dynasty itself has a face armor. Many soldiers added mint to the breathing filter device on the face armor, which can avoid the stench of corpses everywhere on the battlefield to some extent.

"Sir, no one ran away. The scouts on both sides said that no one ran out of this valley!"

Like Juliana, Sophia was also muffled when she spoke in her face armor. However, no one was willing to open her face armor at this time. After all, the burnt smell in the "stomach-shaped area" was too bad.

"Let's go, let's take the lead!"

Zhao Fubo's proposal immediately obtained the consent of most people around him. Although he captured about 2,000 intact and slightly injured people, it would take a long time to clear the battlefield. These prisoners had to collect weapons and armor. Zhao Fubo did not intend to sell these armors or repair them. Instead, he transported them directly to Sardinia. Perhaps such mixed iron could not be made into good steel even after being smelted, but it was enough to produce "roads".

That night, the army's chefs only provided lettuce salad and some drinks with juice according to the order, and in addition to bread. After facing the death scene of the "stomach area", no one could eat meat.

"I think we can go back and attack Motril. We should just show them the armor of the king of the Kingdom of Granada. They should know what to do. After solving the people of Motril, let them go to Gibraltar to cultivate the fortress. There are enough fortresses there fortresses there!"

Zhao Fubo did find a "good job" for these Moors and Berber prisoners, that is, two large military bases that will stand on both sides of the Strait of Gibraltar in the future. Zhao Fubo has even thought of the names of the two bases, Longteng and Huyue!

"Hey, these two names are so rustic!"

After staying with Zhao Fubo for a long time, he knew that words like Longteng and Huyue were more popular among the Song people, so they were often used. If the two bases were called such a name, it would not sound very nice to Sophia. When he returned to his tent, Zhao Fubo had no scruples to Sophia. He reached out and brought Sophia's body, which was only wearing vest-style armor, into his arms.

Even until now, he could feel the heartfelt tremor that Sophia brought from the battlefield. Although today is a battle of great life, this is not beyond Zhao Fubo's expectations. It is just to achieve the goal. If today's methods are as follows the Song people, it would be "harmful to the peace of mind".

However, for Zhao Fubo, this is not worth worrying or thinking deeply. After all, today's Song Dynasty is still under the invasion of the Mongols. As for the foreigners, Zhao Fubo has no obligation to care about it.

Holding Sophia's body, she lay side by side with her on the standard inflatable mattress, looking up at the starry sky above. Zhao Fubo did not move more. He knew that at this time what Sophia needed was comfort, not passion. Perhaps after comfort, she would become relaxed, but this was the time when silence was better than sound. Just as the two of them were listening to the wind passing by on the mountain and blew the curtain surrounding them, suddenly there was some noise from the curtain that acted as a tent.

"Shh..."

Zhao Fubo gently soothed the frightened Sophia, and he came to the curtain to serve as the gateway in the dark. Unexpectedly, when he got there, a black shadow rushed into his arms. Before he could speak, he had already seen through the stars that this was Juliana with long silver hair.

In his heart, Zhao Fubo certainly understood that this was not a desire for caress. Like Sophia, she suffered severe psychological trauma under such a cruel battlefield. Even the tears that gushed out fell on Zhao Fubo's shoulders.
Chapter completed!