Listening to the dull sound of shooting like a drum, Keitel frowned. After a lot of battles, he had never heard such a cannon sound, and of course it was even more impossible to tell what kind of cannon it was, but the whistling sound of the shells coming from his head could still be heard.

"Attention, enemy artillery is coming!" The people behind the bamboo wall shouted and crouched down. He gave the order, but he didn't hide it, because it was not in honor of an officer.

Surprisingly, the enemy shells did not explode as violently as expected, but only piles of gray-brown smoke rose from the place where they fell.

"Useless Orientals, look at their shells!"

The thought of underestimating the Orientals in Keitel's mind had not completely disappeared, and a strange change appeared, and the gray-brown smoke had just spread to the infantry behind the bamboo parapet, and the screams rang out.

"Oh! Oh my God, what is this...... My eyes ......"

The shells they got were filled with new "chemical" shells. It is no longer a simple use of lime powder, because quicklime is also used to make cement and other items, which is a scarce material, so the current "chemical" grenades or cannonballs are filled with a small part of lime powder and clay that has not been soaked in concentrated chili liquor, which is ground finer than flour by a ball mill, and has an extremely strong ability to float and fly.

Just as the soldiers behind the bamboo wall tried to dodge, sniper shells flew in, and more people fell under the bullets. Surprisingly, Keitel, who had been holding the binoculars and giving orders loudly, was not shot, but the gunners of the cannons were all killed and wounded almost instantly.

Keitel was stunned, and until now he still didn't understand how this could happen? The shells that detonated the white mist and the casualties for no reason puzzled him. And he lowered his head, for the smell of lime and something he couldn't tell, and he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't see.

"Boom ......" sounded twenty-five times in a row, and soon the half-white and half-brown smoke and dust flew everywhere in the small red embedded bamboo city.

Most of the soldiers in Chiji Bamboo City were no longer able to carry out combat missions, and there was a cough everywhere. The soldiers behind the bamboo wall all shrank behind the bamboo wall. Even if there are one or two people with a strong sense of mission, when they poke their heads out, they will inevitably fly a bullet that will pierce the bamboo wall and knock him off the platform behind the bamboo wall.

More people are cowering into the house or even closing the door, and if you don't want to be attacked by the dust, it's better to put a quilt on your head so that you can protect yourself from the nasty smoke.

Outside the bamboo city, groups of black figures. A five-person attack team lined up in an attack formation, and the three in front of them bent over, and their steps quickly approached Bamboo City. The sniper team behind them quickly "zigzag" and ran in a zigzag pattern, reaching a point and raising their guns to take a brief look, and if there was no target, they would continue to run to the next point.

The follow-up troops in ambush in the grass behind continued to clear the way for them with the dull sound of gunfire. The current Chizuki Castle has completely lost the ability to fight back under the double blow of shells and snipers.

When the attack teams reached the bottom of the bamboo wall without any danger, the shelling stopped abruptly. The fog is still so thick that people can't see far, and only the snipers are still shooting with a "poof" sound on the battlefield. Soon there was a whole company of attack teams standing under the bamboo walls.

The company commander made a gesture, and two hundred grenades were thrown into the bamboo wall. This time, the grenade was adjusted to the state of collision and explosion (the grenade of the Shenzhou Army is a three-purpose one!) There was a popping bean-like sound from the bamboo wall.

The four-meter-high bamboo wall is not the same thing for them. With the sound of explosions in the bamboo wall, the person who was about to climb the wall took two steps back, and suddenly stretched out his foot to step on the hand of his teammate leaning against the wall. At the same time, his teammates sent both hands upward, and the person was already slamming into the ground like a ball.

The man who had climbed over the wall fell to the ground and rolled over, his spear raised, and he looked around vigilantly. He was so unhappy with the scene in front of him, a figure was desperate to arch to the ground, or to cover his head tightly with clothes, hand towels and everything else.

Wearing goggles and face shields, they didn't care, and the teammates behind them climbed over the wall one by one, quickly forming battle teams and attacking directly towards the gate.

When Liu Hu saw that the first wave of attack had reached the bottom of the wall, he waved his hand except for the artillery squads of each platoon and the troops serving as guards. The rest of the troops rose from the vines underground, forming an attack formation and advancing forward.

Liu Hu nodded with satisfaction, these guys were almost trained to perfection. The brisk movement of their feet did not hinder the aiming of their spears in the slightest.

Keitel was captured, he lost convincingly, and it had not been more than ten minutes since the first shelling began. Where is this called fighting, and he almost didn't fire a single shot, and all 500 people were completely defeated by others. These men in black are vicious, especially the way they attack buildings.

As soon as the first attacker took possession of the gate, they immediately searched the houses in the city. Several people were divided on either side of the door, one of them kicked the door open, and the other threw something in his hand inside.

With a "boom", gray-brown smoke rushed out of the window.

Several people, armed with guns, quickly entered, and soon the soldiers hiding in the house were pulled out. Look at the gray-brown dust on the faces of his soldiers, and their faces are washed out of the ditches with tears. And those guys in black all wore glasses on their faces, and they didn't seem to be affected by the smoke and dust at all.

He had a question in his mind: "Who are these guys, they are so strange, not only the weapons they wear, but also the weapons they use." Although he didn't know how they made it, his instincts told him that those weapons were very powerful.

Keitel crouched on the ground with his head in his hands. The handsome military uniform on his body was also made a mess by the gray-brown dust. His wounded men had already been helped by the military doctor, and even those in black clothes and black armor had reached out to help, and the rest of the men were ordered to crouch together, and then he heard the question that scared him.

"Who's the commander here?"

Inquiries in fluent Dutch. Betrayal of compatriots! This is not something that Dutch soldiers would do. Keitel still has a little bit of confidence in this.

"No one said yes! Well, I'll count one, two, three......"