Erdogan followed the brigade with the village chief's uncle, and more and more people came from the villages along the road, and there were not many people with weapons, and the general equipment was that the old and young masters all carried pockets on their backs. Some people also carry several pockets, which means that they are ready to make a fortune in the castle after they have broken it.

By the time the explosion at the gate took place, Erdogan could already hear the location of the explosion relatively clearly. And the old man he was holding urged repeatedly, "Quick! Hurry up! Erdogan, let's go faster. The village chief's uncle was immediately excited when he saw so many people.

Erdogan looked at the old man's body bones, with such a skinny appearance, it is not possible to fight, let alone carry things. As for rushing in and grabbing things, Erdogan has no illusions about the old man, .......

"I ...... I'm not trying to grab something. The old man gasped a little and said, "The man sent by Lord Mahdi must have arrived. I am now going to the front and join the men sent by Lord Mahdi to bless the congregation. ”

This is not too much to ask, Erdogan hugged the old man forward. Then I saw some foreigners dressed in Arab clothes taking various parts from the shops that had been contacted a long time ago, and assembling them into heavy machine guns with astonishing speed. The Arabs who rushed over were carrying bags, so they naturally refused to get too close to the fortress. At this time, there were already some gunfire inside the fortress, but it was not close enough. Erdogan has seen heavy machine guns, and the meat in the slaughterhouse is often not sold, and part of the butter is processed to oil the weapon.

The foreigners and some of the Arabs, who looked like elite troops, pushed the loaded heavy machine guns into the city, and the old man was ready to preach with enthusiasm. But when he read the scriptures, the people who were in a hurry to fight paid no attention to him. This made the old man look unhappy.

However, the old man was not stupid, and he did not delay the young man's efforts, but just picked up the scriptures of various blessings, which unexpectedly fit with the situation before the surrounding war. The preparations didn't last long, and when the heavy machine guns from Mahdi's side were delivered to the door, the battle jumped from ordinary intensity to pitched combat at an astonishing rate.

Max, the British officer who was the first to break into the castle, screamed when he saw the Arabs caught between the Chinese and the Mahdi armed forces being beaten to the ground under the bullets of heavy machine guns. However, the heavy machine gun bullet is thick, and hitting the vital point is a one-hit kill. If you don't hit the vital point, you can also cut off your limbs and damage your body. The difference is just a happy death or a slow death.

Now that he had a heavy machine gun in the fight, Max wisely shrank behind a hidden spot during the intense fire. Max, who had been a colonial officer, couldn't help but make some comments about the Chinese. If the Chinese had directly machine-gunned these people in the city when they were attacked, they would probably have been able to stabilize the situation at this time. The Chinese seem to lack colonial consciousness. At least in the eyes of the British, the people of the colonies were not British. Since there are people who are not British in the territory of British rule, these people are basically equivalent to beings who can be treated casually. No matter how much the British interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, the British will never allow other countries to dictate Britain's internal affairs.

As more and more of the British's heavy machine guns joined the warband, the two sides were probably in a state of equilibrium. Then Max saw Mahdi's men start to join the fight. Compared with the more conventional battles between China and the British, the fighting of Mahdi's division was more unusual. They attack from places where machine guns can't hit, try to approach Chinese positions along dead corners or places they thought the Chinese didn't notice, and then solve the problem with hand-to-hand weapons.

Max couldn't help but watch with relish, he didn't think that under such a high density of firepower, Mahdi's subordinates could do anything. But the British, using machine guns to cover the attack of the Mahdi troops, at least consumed the bullets of the Chinese. In such a fortress, bullets are always limited. If the Chinese run out of bullets, the sea of Arabs will drown the Chinese in the next time.

The Chinese are doing well, and no matter what Mahdi's troops think the Chinese defense system has problems with one way or another, they are still being defeated one by one. The dead bodies on the ground soon piled up, but the Mahdi did not insist, and they retreated.

After a cursory look, Max thought that at least nearly a hundred of Mahdi's troops had to be killed. He began to calculate in his heart how many men the British would need to conquer the Mahdi if they defeated the Chinese. However, this idle calculation only came out for a few seconds, and Max soon regained his attention to the Chinese defenses, which could not stop the enemy from attacking from the front, even if they were attacked by surprise. But the Chinese still ensured the positions they occupied very well. Those two tall towers undoubtedly played an important role. The above several machine gun positions were also hit by the concentrated attack of British heavy machine guns, but the Chinese machine gun positions still effectively controlled a large area, so that the British really could not let go of the attack.

No matter how well the Chinese did in colonization, at least as an army, the Chinese did a good job. British officer Max made his own judgment.

The praise of the enemy meant nothing to the Chinese defenders, and the sun had already begun to set in the west. If China's fortresses remain intact, the night will be easy. But now half of the fortress had been taken by the enemy, and by night the Chinese, who were outnumbered, were at a disadvantage.

Telling his opinion, the commander of the fortress said with an ugly face: "We retreat." ”

"Where to retreat?" The comrades had a rather embarrassed expression on their faces.

"Retreat along the railway, Khartoum is not far from us. Take the radio and walk along the railway. We're definitely going to be able to meet reinforcements. The Commander's voice sounded dry.

No one objected, and no one agreed. The commander simply took a sip of the teacup, "I now order, the whole army retreats." ”

The fort has a large gate, as well as a small gate on the back. Inside the small gate there is a large railway that leads directly to the distance. Outside the small gate was also crowded at this time, and these waiting crowds were suddenly met with heavy machine-gun fire from the high city walls. The men at the head of the city were quite patient, and they did not move at all in the face of the enemy who were already within range. Now the heavy machine guns were fired, and the people outside the city were knocked down piece by piece. Those who were shot were effective in setting an example for those behind them, so that those behind them began to flee desperately, far beyond the range of machine guns.

Not long after, the small door opened. Out of it came a few small wagons emitting black smoke. This equipment, which could be called a "armor locomotive", was pulled out of it. Regardless of the back, the Chinese troops decisively broke through and abandoned the fortress. Machine guns were mounted on the locomotive, which were loaded with bullets. Other non-combatants and commanders were inside the locomotive, and the combatants gathered around the locomotive as a group of people set off along the railroad. Heading in the direction of Khartoum.

The gunfire was even louder.