"Sanlian, what's going on with Sanlian?" Lin Xiao hurriedly asked about the three companies that were blocking the attack by the West Lake.

"Everything is normal in the third company, the captain can rest assured." Zhu Yu Jia replied in the headset.

At the beginning, there were still a few ships that forced to land in the rain of bullets, but before the Vietnamese troops on board could even jump ashore, they were wiped out by Zhu Yujia's people in a rain of bullets, and more were beaten before they could dock and only an empty boat was left dangling on the water.

Seeing this, some of the Annan soldiers on the boat shot their bows and arrows from a distance without waiting for the shore, but they could not shoot at all on the shore, and a one-sided massacre brought down the waters on the east bank of the West Lake.

Now there were only twenty or thirty small boats left in the middle of the lake bluffing around, and a few cold arrows that could not shoot people at all, did not dare to go any further.

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"Captain, they're speeding up." Zhang Chenfeng's voice came from the headset, and he, like Xu Tianshi, also jumped up to a big tree by the lake in front of him early and became a lookout post.

The Vietnamese army in front of them did begin to accelerate, and when Lin Xiao was talking, the Vietnamese army's front team was already close to 1,000 meters, and the speed was still accelerating.

Although Zheng Ke suspected that the feint attack in the south had failed, he thought that there were more than ten miles away from here, and even if the Ming army won the victory in the south, he might not have time to return to the defense, he could fight a time difference, and he didn't want to give up halfway.

The battle line was sandwiched in a narrow strip between the Red River and the West Lake, and the Vietnamese army could not spread out, and the four teams in front were all elite soldiers, each team had only 5,000 people, and they were lined up in ten rows, with about 500 people in each line, which seemed quite crowded.

Zheng Ke arranged for his 20,000 elite border soldiers to lead the charge, he wanted to use his life to open the way, desperately braving the rain of bullets to rush away the bayonet array on the opposite side, at that time, he knew that his sea of people would trample hundreds of people on the opposite side into pulp.

The idea was made, and he gave the order to beat the drums: the general offensive begins!

As soon as the first team accelerated, before it really started to sprint, it was covered by three dense bullet rains, and there was a dense sound of "snort, snort" from the opposite position.

This time, Lin Xiao was more cautious, and the Vietnamese front team only rushed to a distance of about 500 meters, and then ordered the machine gun to fire.

There were too many Vietnamese troops, and if they were rushed closer, the soldiers of the old port battalion would be forced into a white-knuckle battle, casualties would be inevitable, and it was not impossible for the defense line to collapse, after all, the difference in numbers between the two sides was too great.

The first group of soldiers of the Vietnamese army was smashed to pieces like a wild wave on a reef, and three blood grooves appeared in the crowd, all of which were stumps and mutilated bodies.

The other people who were not shot were completely stunned, no one expected that the firearms of the Ming army could hit so far and so hard, even the iron armor had no effect, one officer's heart guard was shattered, a bowl-sized blood hole appeared in his back, and another officer's helmet was hit with half of the bloody head and flew out.

Zheng Ke, who was standing at the gate of the camp to supervise the battle, was also shocked, where did this group of demons come from? How can their firearms shoot a thousand paces? Still stepping on the horse at such a fast speed in bursts?

He looked at the firearms battalion crowded in the middle of the ranks, and compared with such fierce firearms, the arquebuses in the hands of his soldiers were not as good as burning sticks.

How can this battle be fought?

However, Zheng Ke, who was already difficult to ride a tiger, still yelled at his own soldiers with a hideous face: "Beat the drum!" Charge the whole army! ”

The Vietnamese border soldiers were indeed fierce, and although they were very frightened in their hearts, they suddenly heard a tight sound of charging drums, and they came back to their senses one after another, and rushed forward in waves under the leadership of the officers.

One of Zheng Ke's cronies, a lieutenant, personally rushed to the front with hundreds of his own soldiers, ready to directly hit the bayonet array regardless of life and death, and cut a bloody road.

This lieutenant general is very experienced, and with a team of people, he suddenly bends down and rushes and jumps and rolls, and he can even avoid the rain of bullets from the machine guns, and keep drilling forward in the gaps of bullets.

However, for this kind of veteran oil, someone was waiting for him, and the next moment, the deputy general was shot in the head, and Zhang Chenfeng's sniper rifle was finally fired.

The rest of the soldiers only froze slightly, still screaming and rushing forward.

Unfortunately, all efforts were in vain, and when several Vietnamese troops rushed to less than 200 meters in front of the line to avoid the rain of machine-gun bullets, the rain of bullets from more than 100 assault rifles and dozens of carbines, which had been waiting for a long time, came one after another.

"Papapa, pa, papa!"

"Dadada, dada, dada!"

"Snort, snort!"

Three guns, three sounds, all in one symphony.

The rain of bullets poured continuously in the Vietnamese army's formation, and Duan Zhenghong fought the happiest, having consumed five ammunition boxes, and the barrels of the guns had been changed several times.

Even the six small boats cruising on the surface of the Red River rowed to the shore under the command of Xiao Kaifeng, and more than 70 sailors stood on the boats, regardless of the risk of being accidentally injured by stray bullets, and began to fire at the Vietnamese and Chinese troops on the shore......

In fact, the massacre lasted less than a quarter of an hour, and a hundred meters in front of the position, there was already a sea of corpses and blood.

The corpses that fell to the ground had already built up piles of half-human-high corpses, which not only hindered the Vietnamese army's charge, but also blocked the Ming army's field of vision.

More than half of the 20,000 elites of the front team have lost their formation due to the casualties, and now the firearms battalion has become the front team, and the arquebuses in the hands of the firearms battalion are not lethal within 100 steps, and they are useless at all.

Therefore, the pace of the firearms battalion slowed down, huddled behind the pile of corpses and hesitated, but the archers and swordsmen of the rear team continued to rush forward, and in the blink of an eye, the remaining Vietnamese troops were huddled together in a chaotic manner.

Zheng Ke, whose face was pale, was like a knife, gritted his teeth and ordered Ming Jin to withdraw his troops.

Now I want to withdraw my troops, but it's too late!

Seeing this, Lin Xiao urgently ordered Ding Shuai: "Ding Shuai, explode!" ”

"Understood, Captain." Ding Shuai's voice in the headset was clear.

Immediately, there was a huge earthquake on the earth, and the crowded Vietnamese army suddenly burst into flames, and the fireworks flew into the air against the severed limbs and stumps of soldiers, and then the smoke and dust filled the sky.

Loud explosions, mixed with screams, shouts, and wails......

The explosion stopped, the smoke and dust had not yet dispersed, and Lin Xiao ordered: Blow the trumpet! Charge!

When a group of Ming troops in squads endured the smell of blood and the choking smell of gunsmoke, stepped on the mud that had been dyed red, and shouted, "Those who descend will not be killed!" After wading through the large bomb craters filled with smoke and dust, I saw that in addition to the remnants of the road, there were groups of gray-faced remnants of the Vietnamese army, crawling all over the ground stupidly.

Lin Xiao took the lead, holding an M16 and rushing in the direction of the Vietnamese army's barracks, followed closely by more than 20 reserve soldiers armed with M4 carbines.

When approaching the gate of the Vietnamese military camp, a commander with more than 100 cavalrymen in armor still maintained a formation, and these were Zheng Ke's guards guarding the Chinese army.

The pro-soldiers, who were generally the privates of the generals, were extremely loyal, and enjoyed the best equipment and the highest salaries in peacetime, but if their masters were killed in battle, they would have no way to live.

Seeing that dozens of Ming soldiers were killed alone, this group of soldiers got on their horses, drew their long knives, and launched a counter-charge without fear.