Chapter 116: The Showdown between China and the West
Mohot looked at the chaotic carriage, worried, but couldn't think of a way for a while. This was a valley, so they could only stay in the carriage and be in a disadvantageous defensive position. If they went out and were in an open area, there would be many casualties.
Bigger.
Could it be that watching these soldiers fall one by one, Liu Zhenming thought that he had only killed a small number of British people, and felt a little unwilling in his heart.
But Mohot doesn’t think so. Who is Mohot? He is a major general of the Marine Corps of the British Empire, the most powerful country in the world. He led the army to suppress Liu Zhenming and others, not to let the Chinese fight.
There is no way to fight back.
Mohot has his pride, just like if the American troops in later generations were suppressed and beaten by the Iraqi army, it would be strange that the Yankees would not become angry.
Boom, bang, ah!
The sound of gunfire and the screams of his own soldiers continued to swallow up Mohot's reason, making him feel more and more ashamed, making him think that the deaths of these soldiers were caused by him.
"How many Chinese attacked us?" Mohot quickly glanced out the car window and shouted, not knowing who he was asking.
However, a veteran immediately answered him: "Report to the general, according to the enemy's firepower, there should be only about 500 people."
"There should be only about 500 people, and that's the people on the left and right combined, but the opponent is in a good location, so we can't attack them."
"These Chinese sons of bitches don't dare to fight us head-on. They only play these little tricks."
The soldiers in the carriage cursed Liu Zhenming and others while gritting their teeth and shooting outside.
Mohot fell into deep thought: Do he really have to stay here and wait for Druni to arrive? It is still unknown when Druni will come, and the soldiers do not know whether they can survive until this time. There are a total of enemies
There are only about 500 people, and there are only more than 200 people on each side, but we have about 300 people. If we attack one side, as long as we are fast enough, we can attack out, and maybe we can defeat those who attack by surprise.
Despicable guy.
At that moment, Mohot made a decision in his mind. He believed that the military quality of his own soldiers must be stronger than that of the opponent. As long as he sacrificed a small number of soldiers on the charge towards Xiang and strangled them quickly, he could defeat the opponent.
"Children, who are we?" Mohot, who was half-crouching, suddenly stood up, holding a command sword in his hand, and asked angrily.
He looked like he was about to charge. When the British soldiers saw him, instead of being afraid, they were filled with strength.
These British people were oppressed by Liu Zhenming and others and felt very aggrieved. Rome was not built in a day, and the arrogance in the hearts of these British people was not accumulated in a day.
After countless wars and countless victories, Britain established its position as the world's hegemon. These British people had long wanted to rush out of the carriage and head towards the Chinese positions.
Even if they were surrounded, these British people did not think that the other party would be stronger than themselves. At best, the other party had found a good ambush location, but so what about a good location. You must know that in the war of aggression against China last year, those Chinese were
Fighting in one's own homeland, not only does it have a large number of people, but it also occupies an advantageous location. Wouldn't it be better to be defeated?
When the soldiers heard Mohot's question, they all roared at the top of their lungs and replied: "We are the army of the British Empire!"
"Yes, our army of the British Empire forged its reputation with the blood of its enemies. Soldiers, pick up the guns in your hands and attack those despicable and dirty Chinese." Mohot drew his command sword.
Come, with a trace of ridicule on his face: "I believe that as long as we rush to their position, they will cry and beg for mercy like a woman. Soldiers, rush!"...
The sharp sword in Mohot's hand was like a bolt of lightning, slashing towards the Chinese ambush position on the side without mortars. Immediately, countless British soldiers let out a beast-like cry from their throats, and then, like
Like an enraged beast, the cat reared up and launched a countercharge.
The British's desperate counterattack was massive, and the war cry shook the world, startling Liu Zhenming, who was worrying about how to attack.
"The foreigners counterattack?"
Seeing countless British soldiers jumping out of the train and roaring towards the opposite hillside to attack, Liu Zhenming didn't need to think much at all. He immediately shouted: "Brothers, the foreigners are killing my compatriots at will, humiliating us Chinese at will, and persecuting me at will.
Wait, today, it’s time for revenge. Blood debt must be paid with blood, and murder must be paid with life. I have only one request for these foreigners who bully us, and that is to kill, kill, or kill!”
Liu Zhenming had no choice. If the foreigners were allowed to break through that position, once their encirclement was broken, their success might be defeated.
What he wanted to do was to surround and suppress the foreigners in the valley when they defeated the opposing positions.
Toot toot…
Urgent trumpets sounded quickly, and the Chinese on both sides of the valley seemed to emerge from the ground one after another. They shouted war trumpets from all corners and rushed downwards regardless of their lives.
The Chinese Self-Rescue Army is no longer what it used to be. It is no longer just a group of thugs, but a real army that has experienced many wars driven by common ideals and common hatred.
The soldiers had long condensed into a strong rope, and the one waving this rope was Liu Zhenming.
"Kill!"
The condescending attack of the Chinese Self-Rescue Army caused heavy losses to the foreigners for a while. Mohot did not expect that the other commander made the same decision as him. Now it is over. What is left is just a game between the warriors. Who can
Perseverance in this battle to the end is victory.
After the foreigners left more than fifty corpses in a short distance of one hundred meters, they finally ran into the Chinese self-rescue army on one side.
Liu Zhenming also led the other group of soldiers to the bottom of the valley and headed towards the British encirclement.
"Brothers, the foreigners have been surrounded by me. I have endless cups of wine to drink and endless enemies to kill!" Liu Zhenming drew out his Cossack saber, raised it high, and said with great pride: "But today, I
Liu Zhenming is willing to use the three-foot green peak in his hand to cut off the heads of foreigners and kill all the foreign soldiers together with his brothers. Brothers, men should be treated as murderers. They can fight for three thousand miles with one body and use one sword as a million divisions!"
"Behead all the foreigners and kill all the foreign soldiers!" All the soldiers looked enthusiastically at Liu Zhenming who was rushing at the front and shouted in response.
Liu Zhenming led more than 200 people like a hurricane, sweeping towards the British soldiers and causing a bloody storm.
The two armies were finally strangled together, with no way out.
Ding ding…!
Occasionally there were one or two gunshots.
The most brutal hand-to-hand combat took place. On the battlefield, there were fighting soldiers everywhere. The two sides were intertwined. Whenever they saw people in different military uniforms, they would kill them with a knife.
Limbs flew everywhere, blood and flesh splattered, and there were shouts, screams, and screams.
Let me ask you who is the hero in the world today! The yellow people use their own blood to tell the white people that even if you have the physical advantage, we can still kill you with the sword.