Chumro had attacked with the army before because Gith promised him that if Cyric won this time, he would get many slaves.
However, when Chumro, a fat and muscular trafficker, saw the flames of an exploding grenade in a dark corner through the light of a flare, he was completely cowed.
He retreated quietly, taking a few of his confidants with him to exit the battlefield under the cover of night, preparing to grab the luggage he had prepared and run away quickly.
Just as he was running away, a bullet hit his arm. It was a stray bullet, and it was entirely luck that it hit him.
Even because of the darkness, I didn't know whether the bullet was fired by Tang Mo's troops or Gis's troops.
Yes, Cyric's troops, who were already mentally broken, finally couldn't bear it any longer. They fired randomly, and even started shooting at the commanders who refused to let them retreat.
In the chaos, bullets were flying everywhere, and people who had completely lost their minds were killing like a group of wild beasts.
Not killing the enemy, but killing one's own people! The chaos of the night caused Cyric's troops, who were unorganized and disciplined, to be completely confused.
Night fighting in this era was a tactic that was strongly avoided by major generals. In fact, most armies did not have the ability to fight at night.
However, Cyric's troops, who tried to gain an advantage in the melee by relying on their large numbers, fell into the abyss of collapse because of their large numbers.
The densely packed crowd trampled on each other, and screams and gunshots were mixed together. In order to turn back and flee, some soldiers used bayonets to kill unidentified friendly troops behind them.
Those troops in the rear who had not yet entered the battle did not even know what was going on, and were beaten to pieces by the troops who turned back and fled.
The officer who restrained the troops was shot to death by one of his own men, and the officer who took advantage of the chaos and ran with him was shot to death by the troops supervising the battle behind him.
At this time of great chaos, the low sound of artillery rolled in the darkness. The 75mm caliber field artillery of the Datang Group's security forces opened fire, and the shells fell into the darkness as if they were free, and then set off a fire in the darkness.
Dazzling sparks.
Cyric's soldiers, who were crowded together and fleeing, suddenly fell on their backs. These horrific explosions made Cyric's defeat more complete.
Now no one fantasizes about fighting back or continuing to fight. Everyone is scared. There is only one thought left in their minds: "Run away! Run away at all costs!"
Datang Group's machine guns were still roaring, and the bullets were still dense and deadly. These Cyric soldiers, crowded together and escaping, became perfect shooting targets.
After the enemy had completely collapsed, retreated more than 100 meters away, and left behind hundreds of corpses, Datang Group's Maxim heavy machine gun stopped.
They had to stop - the continuous firing had caused the cooling water in the water-cooling tube outside the barrel to boil.
The cooling water that had almost boiled lost its role in cooling the barrel. The shooter and assistant shooter, who were worried about machine gun failure, had to stop shooting and start replacing the cooling water.
However, changing the cooling water under such lighting conditions is not an easy task, so the Maxim machine gun stopped shooting, and for a while the only sound left on the position was the gunfire of the Kar98K rifle.
Giss stood in his camp, looking at the fire on the battlefield from a distance, and took a step back unconsciously.
He seemed to have tripped over something when he was retreating. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground without losing his balance.
Fortunately, he grabbed the support of the tent next to him and avoided the embarrassment of falling to the ground. However, he didn't even look at what tripped him. His eyes were still looking at the rolling flames.
As the head of a weapons and arms group, he certainly knows about weapons. This is the first time he has seen such a battlefield, the first time he has seen such a battle that is unfamiliar to him.
He didn't know what the terrorist weapons that fired continuously were called, and he didn't know what those exploding things were called either...
It seemed that he knew nothing about his major, so he was afraid. For the first time, he discovered that the Datang Group standing in front of him was not a cat or a dog, but a man standing in front of the Sirik Group.
giant.
Almost at this moment, he felt a sense of powerlessness that he could not defeat his opponent, a feeling he had not had for many years.
Similarly, he also inexplicably had an idea that even he was afraid of - the monster called Datang Group lying here is an existence that Cyric cannot defeat!
Finally, the continuous sound of machine gun fire stopped, which made Keith feel relieved.
Suddenly, he realized something again, and his face turned pale - the other party stopped firing may not necessarily be because there was a malfunction or they ran out of bullets. It was entirely possible that the other party's targets... had been killed.
!
The sudden stop of gunfire does not mean that there is a problem on the enemy's side! This may make Geese feel even more sad.
By the light of the camp's fire, he saw an officer hurriedly returned to the camp, surrounded by several defeated soldiers.
The officer just glanced at Gis from a distance, then looked away, and ran towards their own camp with a few people.
It seemed that the other party was going to pick up his luggage. Guise looked away bitterly and stood motionless.
I don’t know how long it took, it might have been just one minute, or it might have been ten minutes. Anyway, when Giese noticed the movement of people at the gate of the camp again, a large number of defeated troops rushed in front of him.
No matter how advanced conventional weapons are, it is impossible to kill all 4,500 people, nearly three legions of soldiers.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In fact, on the frontal battlefield, the Cyric private army who was killed by the Datang Group’s security forces slaughtered a total of about 2,000 night attackers.
Cyric's private army.
More than 500 of the remaining Cyric soldiers were trampled to death or killed by friendly forces during their own defeat.
The remaining 2,000 people were actually frightened. They retreated back to their camp like a mudslide. They chose no other path and formed a chaotic mess. They had basically lost their restraint.
Gith had no intention of restraining these rebels. He just stood in the crowd and watched as these people knocked down one of his guards and rushed into his tent.
He heard the screams of several women he tortured along the way, and also heard the sounds of soldiers shooting to rob the treasures in his tent.
Then, he heard...even more terrifying...the sound of gunfire!
Obviously, he had never heard the sound of these guns. In the not-silent night, the sound of this new type of artillery, which was obviously larger in caliber and heavier in shells, was mixed with the familiar 75 mm caliber that he had already heard.
The sound of field artillery fire struck his heart over and over again.
A cannonball landed behind a tent not far away, and then the cannonball exploded, setting off a fire so huge that Gistus was frightened.
The terrifying explosion swallowed up the tent and even threw the people inside into the air. In an instant, flying sand and rocks were everywhere, and the hits on people's faces caused real and incomparable pain.
Even the word "earth-turning upside down" came to Guis's mind - in front of him, the world was really turned upside down.
He was shaken by the loud noise of the explosion, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't open his eyes by the incoming air waves, and his hair was blown out of proportion.
For him, the mood of this night was like riding a roller coaster: in the first half of the night, he was full of expectations and planned a seemingly winning attack plan, in the second half of the night, he was full of expectations, and now he is in despair and collapse.
Dawn has arrived, and according to his plan, Cyric's troops should have already invaded the enemy's position at this moment.
But now, his troops are being attacked by a large-caliber artillery that he has never seen before, and even his camp can no longer be saved.
There were explosions everywhere, people were flipping over, screams were everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was everywhere.
"Sir! It's no longer safe here! We should retreat." A Cyric officer finally found Gith and advised him.
"You go, take your people and retreat quickly... Don't worry about the wounded and the rebels, let's go! Go quickly!" Giss glanced at the other party and ordered with some despair.
The officer was startled for a moment, then nodded slightly and immediately returned to the rebel army, never to be seen again.
There seemed to be fewer guards guarding Gis, many were scattered, and some took advantage of the chaos to leave, never intending to come back.
After a brief silence, the second round of shelling began again. 10 huge shells fell in the camp, once again blowing away many tents and blowing up many people.
This time, no artillery shells fell near Gis, but those explosions that fell far away among the crowd, blowing away many limbs and broken arms, looked even more desperate.
With a dull expression, Geese walked to his tent, which was already in a mess. He looked at the collapsed tent, the map and other objects scattered on the ground, and his mouth was filled with bitterness.
He grabbed a stool from the ground, pulled it to an open space, and sat down on it. He sat like this until the bombardment by the Datang Group stopped and until the whole camp became no longer chaotic.
The air was full of the smell of blood, and the bodies of soldiers could be seen everywhere on the ground. Just behind Geese, several naked women were lying on the ground, and they had already made no sound.
The wounded groaned and made sounds of pain, and some soldiers gathered together to pack away the messy supplies.
The losses have not yet been counted, but everyone knows that this battle... Cyric was a complete failure.
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