The crazy strangulation was still going on. There was no cover or any place to hide. Even if the British soldiers were lying on the ground, a condescending machine gun still made them unable to escape.
"Retreat, retreat!" The lieutenant colonel screamed until his throat was hoarse. He had become hysterical. Every time he organized his troops to rush towards Ergouzi who was cutting off the retreat, he always returned without success. Now, he Hate, hate the arms companies for allowing Maxim machine guns to proliferate around the world.
He knelt on the snow with both legs, feebly raising the command knife in his hand, and watched the soldiers fall to the ground and groan in pain, and his heart was bleeding.
"Annihilate the enemy!" Liu Zhenming saw that some British troops wanted to raise their hands and surrender. He did not give them this chance and immediately swept over them because there was no time to deal with the prisoners now.
"That commander is lucky, he hasn't fallen down yet." Liu Zhenming handed the machine gun to the deputy shooter, and raised the sniper rifle in his hand, aiming at the hysterical lieutenant colonel.
The head of the enemy officer was clearly visible in the scope, and Liu Zhenming could even see his helpless and painful face. Perhaps, only in this way can you invaders understand the mood of others.
Squeeze the trigger lightly, there is a crisp bang, the bullet leaves the barrel of the gun and speeds across the battlefield, whoosh!
puff…
The pained expression on the lieutenant colonel's face suddenly solidified. The bullet entered his forehead, and the powerful impact ripped off a small piece of his scalp. Red blood and white brains were sticky along his cheeks. It started to flow down.
He was relieved and took one last look at the snowy sky. Then he closed his eyes.
"Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel!"
The other hundred or so surviving British soldiers cried out in grief.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Now that he has picked up a sniper, Liu Zhenming has no chance of giving up. He no longer cares about whether he is a soldier or not. Anyone who is alive in the scope is his target.
The gun demanded life, and every bullet was fired. Whether it was a living person lying on the ground or a die-hard who half-crouched to fight back, they all became the dead souls of his gun. Liu Zhenming shot all the bullets in the magazine in one breath. It's over.
The remaining British troops there no longer dared to stay where they were. This time, they launched a fierce charge at Ergouzi regardless of casualties. Even though countless people fell under the muzzles of the heavy machine guns, they had no other options. There is no way out, because the people behind are more timid than the crane guns.
"You idiot, you think I'm easy to bully." Ergouzi was angry. This was the first time he saw someone charging at a heavy machine gun desperately.
"Throw a grenade for me!" Following Ergouzi's command, the soldiers who had managed to crawl halfway were struck again.
Several grenades were thrown from the snow and landed on the retreating road of the British army.
Boom. Boom,…
For a moment, grenades and bullets flew together, and blood and snowflakes danced.
"God, we've fallen into a trap." Steve's face turned pale, his hands holding the telescope were shaking, and the muscles on his face were twitching.
"Quickly, call for artillery support and get them out!" Steve saw his own soldiers falling, his eyes bloodshot, and he shouted loudly.
"But, Colonel, if you are too close, you will be accidentally injured!" A staff officer quickly tried to persuade him to stop.
"Shit, all the children are almost dead, now, now! Let them fire, and send a company to respond to them." Steve couldn't care about so much anymore, and there were more and more soldiers who could stand in the telescope. The less.
"yes!"
…
Steve's call for help was immediately echoed by the artillery, and more than a dozen Armstrong cannons fired again, but this time they were not for attack, but to rescue the surrounded soldiers...
With a dull sound of "dong dong dong", a 15-pound shell was fired from the 76.2mm caliber artillery, and then fell to the same place.
"The British are shelling indiscriminately, retreat!"
After hearing the sound, Liu Zhenming barely paused. With a roar, he led everyone into the tunnel entrance and hid inside.
Immediately afterwards, the bangs and booms of the cannons began to become violent, and the explosions of grenades were nothing compared to the explosions of these artillery shells.
White light flashed, and clumps of white snow were blown away, exposing the soil below. Pieces of land were flattened, forming large craters.
Ergouzi's heavy machine gun didn't have time to move back into the tunnel, and it was immediately blown to pieces and turned into small parts.
Swish, swish, a large amount of soil shook out from the tunnel, and there was another bang, falling right on top of Liu Zhenming's head. The ground shook, like a big earthquake, creaking, and a support wood finally couldn't bear it.
Break apart.
The entire tunnel was crumbling, with countless rocks and soil falling straight down. If it hadn't been reinforced by water-poured wooden supports, the tunnel would have collapsed long ago.
It seemed that these British guys were really driven into panic, otherwise they would not ignore their own people. Liu Zhenming was hiding in the air-raid shelter. Although his ears were stuffed with cotton wool, he was almost fainted by the momentum.
"Go back to the trenches! Don't worry about these heavy machine guns for now." This tunnel leads to the trenches, and Liu Zhenming originally wanted to take shelter here until the British army stopped shelling and wipe out the invading area.
A battle of annihilation would have a stronger deterrent effect. Unfortunately, the British army's endless bombardment forced him to retreat temporarily.
The soldiers of the guard platoon squatting in the tunnel with their heads in their hands, pushed by Liu Zhenming, began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Wow!
The shallow tunnel in front finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed, and snow poured in from the collapse mouth.
Damn, these British guys are really rich. When the cannon goes off, there are thousands of taels of gold. But Liu Zhenming immediately thought that these British guys had just obtained the world's largest gold mine, the Rand Gold Mine, from South Africa, and he was relieved.
Amid Liu Zhenming's constant curses, the British finally stopped the bombardment. Looking outside, they saw devastation. After this prolonged bombing, many sections of tunnels were destroyed, and activities underground would no longer be possible.
It's as smooth as before.
The three machine gun strongholds originally connected through tunnels have become independent entities. Of course, after killing a thousand enemies and damaging themselves eight hundred, Liu Zhenming and others were able to hide in the tunnels, while the British infantry on the ground could only let the artillery fire
It was ravaged, and countless corpses dressed in yellow khaki were blown to pieces. Pieces of flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, and the rich smell of blood almost solidified.
Fortunately, before the bombardment of more than 800 soldiers, only a few dozen were able to move.
Without the indiscriminate bombardment by cannons, no one would have been able to escape, but now, dozens of people still escaped and about twenty people escaped.
Therefore, if humanitarianism is not considered, the British choice is still relatively correct.
Such heavy casualties made Douglas, who was preparing to conquer everything when he set foot in Canada, feel as if someone had poured a handful of cold water on him, chilling him from the outside of his body to the inside of his heart.
The news coming from other places also drove him crazy. Although the other attacks by the rebels were a feint attack, the casualties among the officers were greater than the last trial attack. Last time, there were no loss of several officers at all.
But in this feint attack, for some reason, countless low-level officers commanding the front line seemed to have suffered bad luck together. Several lieutenants, second lieutenants, and even captains and majors died. If they continue to be consumed at this rate, they will not wait until the war is over.
The officers in hand will need to be replaced.
Douglas couldn't think of the reason for the moment, but those Fenians saw it in their eyes.
Those Fenian soldiers were originally curious about the motionless Chinese lying next to them. Even during the battle, they would still use their peripheral vision to pay more attention.
It didn't take long for these Fenian soldiers to discover that the Chinese who came to support were like divine help. Every time a gunshot rang out, an enemy officer would surely fall.
Before they had time to sigh, these Chinese had already disappeared from their side and were looking for the next target. Wei Shijie and other ten snipers became completely famous. They roamed the entire front, constantly looking for opportunities to take action.
If they don't take action, they will kill an officer as soon as they take action. In addition, these snipers have cold faces. No one has heard them say a word, no one has seen them do anything unnecessary, and
If you don't pay attention, they will disappear from you. When you turn around, you will find another Chinese lying there.
Word began to spread among the Fenian soldiers, and soon they got a nickname: Ghosts.