The terrible artillery fire finally stopped, and the Fuso soldiers who arched out of the earth looked in amazement at the terrible scene nearby. The camp that had been set up after a painstaking afternoon was blown up by the shelling just now.

Tents and carts emitted foul black smoke, human limbs and twisted weapons were scattered everywhere, horses were scurrying around the camp with frightened and white eyes, and the wounded were either rolling in the ground from their wounds, or their seriously injured bodies were whimpering on the ground with their last breath.

Although these skilled soldiers are all considered samurai, they have been trained to be fierce warriors since childhood. However, such a horrific scene was something they had never thought of and had never seen.

"Boom, boom, ......boom" The gong sounded in the camp with a rush to call the police. One by one, the Fusang people who had been dizzy from the shelling stood there in a daze, at a loss. With eyes almost covered in bloody dirt, he looked around in panic.

The sober people all picked up all the weapons they could muster, ran to the edge of the remaining barracks, and looked out. Some of them were busy pushing some burning carts to plug the gap in the barracks. The barracks are obviously the focus of the enemy's artillery destruction, and there are too many gaps that can not be easily blocked.

The Fusang soldiers who ran to the edge of the camp fence looked out with blood-red eyes.

The soldiers of the "Salvation Army" lined up in a five-man attack squad and marched in a "V" formation towards the camp in front. With the shouts of the chief. They walked forward with their bodies bowed, and the firearms in their hands kept making a continuous sound of "boom, boom", and they got up, shot, and crouched down with the shouts one after another, .......

"Forward...... Shoot...... Reload ......"

With the light of the fire on the opposite side, the opponent's bullets rained down like a torrential rain, hitting the camp fence "tuk tuk" straight sound. The trembling hands blackened by the smoke of gunpowder pulled the arrows that still had residual heat from the barracks, and looked at the delicate metal arrows, and let out exclamations from their mouths.

The sound of the gong changed, and the sound became more rapid and loud.

According to the Fuso, the soldiers shot their bows and arrows and firearms one by one at the outside of the camp fence. The surviving gunners gathered together, lined up in a burst formation, and hurriedly began to flick the guns. The only ones that can be used now are the repeating fire bolts and bows and arrows mounted on the cart.

The "Tom Tom" burst can fire 12 bullets at a time, but it is slower to reload, but the bow and arrow of an ordinary soldier with a sword on his back can fire much faster. It's just that for the opponent's combat methods, their influence on their shooting is too great.

As they straightened up and walked, the muskets in the hands of the five men rang out continuously, and a dense stream of bullets came at them. Finally, before they could shoot back, they crouched down and reloaded.

The attacks of the soldiers of the "Salvation Army" were ferocious, and the bloodthirstiness and cruelty in their bones had undergone relatively modern combat training. While they can't make good military men, they really are the best butchers.

Soon they were approaching the barracks, and there were few wounded along the way. Due to the lack of metal, the Fuso bow was less effective at armor penetration, especially when firing directly (the English longbow had gravitational acceleration when hoisting), and even less effective against soft and hard composite armor.

As for the repeating guns, although the firepower is intensive, its huge size and ultra-slow reloading do not pose a threat at all, but the Tanegashima guns are sharper, and the lead shots they fire can often injure people when they hit the armor of the "Salvation Army", but the hope for them to kill people is too high.

After the "loading ......" front approached the barracks, after firing the last round of "continuous muskets" of dense ammunition, the soldiers of the "Salvation Army" lay on the ground, loaded with ammunition but no longer got up to charge.

"Grenade, ......"

A group of black grenades crossed the barracket and threw themselves into the camp of the Fuso, and the commander gave the order to "charge" the moment the grenades flew out.

The sound of "kill ......" sounded at the same time as the earth-shattering roar of a flash flood, almost masking the roar of the grenade explosion.

The tips of sword-shaped bayonets flashed in front of rows of spears.

The Fusang soldiers behind the barracks, who had not yet understood the explosion of grenades, instantly fell on the bayonets of the "continuous muskets" in the hands of the red-eyed "Salvation Army" who rushed over.

The musketeers in the back only had time to shoot the last bullet of the musketeers, knocking down the "Salvation Army" soldiers in front, and then picking up whatever they were around them and rushing towards the large number of Salvation Army soldiers.

They were greeted by the sound of "continuous muskets", and groups of Fuso soldiers fell under the dense rain of arrow-shaped bullets, rushed to the front of the "Salvation Army" and waved their rifles, sword-shaped bayonets nailing their moving bodies to the ground.

As we advanced deeper into the Fusang barracks, the resistance became greater and greater, and more and more Fusang soldiers were encountered. The oncoming bullets and feathered arrows are getting denser and denser. The people around him kept pouring into pools of blood, and the bloody and miserable howls were wrapped around the bodies and hearts of everyone on the battlefield.

The "Salvation Army" soldiers who rushed here had already run out of bullets from their muskets, and the "Salvation Army" soldiers, who had almost lost their minds in the face of the rows of spears and swords, had their eyes red with blood, roared wildly, and stepped forward to engage the battle with bayonets.

The sword-shaped bayonet intersected with the Japanese knife and spear, making a chaotic sound. The soldiers on both sides let out angry roars in the same native language, their eyes red with bloodthirsty desire widened, and the weapons in their hands waved as best they could, without fear or regret. Swing, swing, attack, attack, kill, kill, kill......

Yamamoto and several senior officers around him, under the protection of some soldiers, proudly carried a revolver in their hands, not afraid of missing enemy troops, this is a symbol of status.

They walked into the camp of the Fuso people, who were strewn with corpses, and soon came to the place where the large number of prisoners knelt on their knees.

"Do you believe that the 'Lord Angels' are the only representative of God on earth, and do you believe in the 'Catholic religion'?"

Sure enough, those who only asked once, and those who did not reply or hesitated a little were immediately pulled aside and asked the next one. Those who were screened were pulled to the slaughterhouse in the distance.

"You don't believe in the 'Cult of God' created by the 'Angels'? You deserve to go to hell......" The sword swung with a half-foot-high spurt of blood and a fallen headless body.

Yamamoto no Pillar glanced at it, and thought about his own business: "These fools, just fighting against 10,000 Fuso infidels, lost nearly 2,000 people...... They're so bad, they have to train well! ”

Glancing at some of the captives over there who were beginning to shave their heads, he said, "Losses are losses, SB always has them anyway!" "At the same time that the war here is over, the affairs in Seoul are basically over, but Yue Xiaofei has caused himself a lot of trouble.