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Several soldiers hurriedly carried Fordo and hid behind a small mound. Then you looked at me and I looked at you.
Obviously, the fact that Fordo was shot and killed was so unbelievable that everyone almost didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Retreat, retreat!" Not long after, the retreat trumpet sounded from the position.
The menacing and desperate Canadian soldiers were like male dogs that had been castrated all at once, running back in panic.
The companions around them continued to fall, and in the trenches above, they could not see how many enemies they had killed, maybe a hundred, maybe none, but they felt that the sound of gunfire never weakened.
The uncontrollable fear in their hearts and their enthusiasm had long been extinguished. When they heard the order to retreat, they were all gone like the tide at ebb.
The Canadians' first attack ended in vain, leaving only a pile of corpses and the ground stained red with blood.
Looking at Fordo, who was still staring at death, the Canadian star was silent for a long time.
In just the first attack, he lost a lieutenant colonel, a captain, and several other officers.
The casualties of the soldiers were even more heavy. More than 200 soldiers could no longer participate in the next attack. They either stayed in the wounded barracks or stopped breathing forever, but they did not even touch the edge of the trench of the yellow people.
This makes this famous general feel so embarrassed!
"General, that Liu is a sharpshooter. He specializes in dealing with our officers. The lieutenant colonel was shot dead at a distance of more than 800 meters. If this continues, there will be no one on the front line to command the battle." The staff officer said worriedly.
"Yes, General, that cunning yellow man is more likely to have graduated from a regular military academy. Their fortifications are not vulnerable." Another staff officer also had to lower his arrogant head.
During the attack, they could see through the telescope here that the trenches of the Self-Rescue Army were crowded with people, and their own side suffered heavy losses due to its too dense formation.
Drunni murmured to himself: "It's all my fault. The failure of this attack was all because I underestimated those yellow people. General Buller once told me that on the Boer battlefield, the dense charging formations were so powerful when encountering them.
When there is fierce artillery fire or intensive shooting, there will be heavy losses!"
"General!"
The surrounding staff officers all bowed their heads deeply. They were no different from Drunni. They still deployed their troops according to the regulations in military drills, arranged them neatly, and followed strict instructions.
Now, only after experiencing it personally and suffering heavy losses can we finally wake up.
Originally, the Canadian Army evolved from real militiamen. In the early days, these militiamen were established by towns to prevent attacks by indigenous people. The tactics were naturally not too formal and were very flexible. However, when they transformed into regular troops
After that, even some flexible tactics were abandoned.
It's just a fictitious title of militia regiment, and everything is trained according to the British army's system.
Drunni saw that morale was a little low and quickly encouraged him: "Don't worry too much. As long as we spread out the soldiers to attack, heavy casualties will be avoided."
"And!" Drunni said confidently: "Through this attack, I also discovered that the yellow people have many shortcomings. One is that their marksmanship is not good. If we defend in those trenches, the attacking side may not be able to
A few people escaped. Secondly, their layout at that location is relatively weak. We will choose which direction to attack again. With correct tactics and brave soldiers, can't we still capture the yellow positions and sacrifice blood for these?
Do the children take revenge?”
"The general is right, their firepower has been completely exposed. What we have to do is to break through the trenches." Several staff officers put aside their sadness and began to make plans...
"Just now all the yellow men suddenly appeared in the first trench. I found that they seemed to run quickly back to the first trench from the second trench before our infantry attacked."
During the shelling just now, the Canadians mainly bombed the first trench. Of course, the impact point of the artillery shells could not be so precise.
"These cunning yellow men were originally hiding in the second trench. No wonder their losses were not great. General, during this shelling, we aimed at the second trench."
These staff officers explained exactly what they had just observed, and finally got a vague idea of the relationship between the two trenches.
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Although the Canadians guessed the relationship between the trenches, they chose the wrong direction of attack because that was the stronghold of two heavy machine guns.
In the battle just now, Liu Zhenming hid his heavy machine gun stronghold very well and did not put it into use because Liu Zhenming believed that the critical moment had not yet come.
As soon as the battle ended, in order to prevent foreign shelling, Liu Zhenming immediately ordered the entire battalion to sneak back to the support trenches. In the frontline trenches, only the observation posts had observers left.
The support trenches are only about 80 meters away from the frontline trenches, allowing soldiers to quickly run back to the frontline trenches when the enemy attacks.
In any case, in order not to accidentally injure one's own people, the artillery will stop the bombardment before its own troops reach the trenches.
The huge casualties completely angered Druny. This time he ordered the second infantry battalion to prepare for an attack and to shell the support trenches of the Self-Rescue Army.
Following his order, twelve cannons immediately fired at the support trenches of the Self-Rescue Army.
Boom, boom.
A white light flashed, and pieces of land were leveled, and large craters appeared on the Self-Rescue Army positions.
Liu Zhenming was hiding in the shell-proof cave. He had already pulled out some rags and stuffed them in his ears, but he was almost stunned by the momentum.
Swish, swish, a large amount of soil shook out from the bombhole, and there was another bang. The ground shook like a big earthquake. It creaked, and a support wood finally couldn't bear it and broke.
The entire anti-gun cave was on the verge of collapse, with countless rocks and soil falling straight down.
Liu Zhenming had no choice but to bury his head in his arms to prevent head injuries. He was not surprised when the foreigners saw the condition of the trenches, but he believed that the foreigners did not know that there were large-scale bombproof holes dug here.
The Canadian artillery battalion bombarded continuously for nearly an hour before giving up. Liu Zhenming, who was shocked and dizzy, finally came to his senses.
"Batalion Commander, are you okay?" Ergouzi shook the dirt off his body and asked worriedly.
"It's okay. Just the small-caliber artillery shells of the foreign devils are still far from burying us alive."
Liu Zhenming dug out of the dirt pile and saw everything he could see. Although he said it was still far from enough, many places had been destroyed by bombardment, and some had numerous gaps. If there were no bombproof holes, there would have been heavy losses.
News came from the forward observation post that the Canadians were attacking again!
"Let's go, let them have a good taste of our firepower this time." Liu Zhenming said nothing, turned around and left. Artillery was not as good as humans, so he regained his position in other ways.