The failure of the first wave of attacks made the British angry, and they shelled the Wenzhou city wall for another half an hour. Fastest updates

However, before their shelling began, the defenders on the city walls had already taken refuge in the bunkers that had been prepared in advance.

Besides, the British field artillery was not powerful enough, which sounded quite scary, but it was really a bit of a feeling that it was too much to do and not enough to attack the city.

After half an hour of shelling, David changed another infantry regiment and began to attack.

However, with the lesson of the last failure, the British soldiers cautiously walked forward with their guns in their hands, staring nervously at the city, not daring to be careless, for fear that a bunch of heads would suddenly appear again.

"Hey, it looks like the British have learned to be good this time. Ordered a mortar battery to fire six volleys. Zhou Ze, who was observing the enemy's situation in the city tower, saw this scene from the telescope, smiled, and ordered in a deep voice.

This time, the British attacking force continued to advance cautiously, but as the distance approached, they also began to shoot at the city walls for fire reconnaissance.

But in spite of this, the city was still quiet.

The hearts of the British slowly relaxed, thinking that the defenders should have suffered heavy losses in the shelling just now, so they did not dare to take the lead.

Thinking of this, the speed of the attacking troops suddenly increased a lot.

However, the British apparently rejoiced too soon.

A strange shrill whistling sound came from far and near, and many curious British soldiers looked up at the sky to find dozens of black objects in the sky screaming and falling towards them.

The British infantry regiment that attacked this time did not participate in the battle in the last encounter, so although he later heard that the Qin army had a terrifying small curved artillery, he did not personally understand it.

Therefore, most of the soldiers just looked up stupidly, without the slightest sense of evasion.

Instead, the commander of this infantry regiment screamed, threw himself on the ground, and then covered his ears with death.

Some clever soldiers saw the movement of the regiment commander and hurriedly followed and fell to the ground.

Twenty-four mortar shells fell into the dense crowd of British soldiers, and in the midst of the fierce explosions, the British soldiers were suddenly swept into a large area, and empty broken arms and stumps abounded.

Mortars are much more powerful than grenades, so the lethality and bloodiness of the scene are even more serious.

Before the British could react from the bombing, the second round of shells cried and fell.

In less than one stick of incense, six rounds of firing, more than 100 shells fell into the crowd of British troops, directly causing extremely heavy casualties to this infantry regiment of more than 1,500 people, and the attrition ratio exceeded two-thirds.

Most of the remaining lucky ones who did not die were injured, and the few who were not injured were also frightened.

Without the officer's order to retreat, the surviving soldiers were already running back crying and screaming.

The wounded and undead British soldiers were moaning in pain, and many were calling out for their mothers in weaker and weaker voices.

One of the most touching was a British soldier who had broken his legs and squirmed forward with his two arms on the ground and struggled to move forward in his direction, dragging a black and red blood trail on the muddy ground, but his mouth was still shouting in English: "help, help......"

The sudden and horrific shelling plunged the station into silence, and the British commander David's face was pale, his eyes were angry, and his hands holding the binoculars were trembling slightly.

He never imagined that the battle he expected to be nine out of ten would turn into such a situation!

What about the enemy who said he was defenseless? What about the emptiness of the enemy's troops?

He had only organized two attacks, and the casualties were already about to reach one-fifth of the entire army, which made it really difficult for him to accept this reality.

What the hell is going on? Why did everything turn out like this?

David had a feeling that he had been cheated.

He suddenly sensed something, and when he looked back, he was greeted by the angry eyes of many officers and soldiers around him.

Of course they have reason to be angry, why would a good easy battle become so brutal? The promised enemy is vulnerable, but the firepower is so powerful that people are desperate.

Seeing so many former robes die in front of their eyes in an instant, the soldiers naturally need an explanation.

If it weren't for the fear of military law, maybe someone would give David a black gun at this moment.

"Soldiers, please don't look at your commander with such eyes. Everything was still under control, and the heavy enemy fire was only temporary. They want to scare us in this way. Listen to me, lads, you are the bravest warriors of the British Empire, and we only need one last attack to take the city in front of us. When you are in the city, you can vent your sorrow and anger in any and every way. ”

David drew his command knife and loudly boosted his morale.

David's agitation still played a role, and the anger in the eyes of the soldiers slowly subsided, and their morale also recovered, and they began to prepare for the next attack.

David was indeed planning to take a desperate gamble, he planned to attack in an all-out way, and he would take the city at the cost of losing some people.

"When I take the city, I'm going to cut off all the heads of those damned enemies and hang them on the walls, I'm going to crush their filthy corpses with the hooves of my horses, these damned fellows, I'm going to send them all to Satan!" David brandished his command knife, snorted, looked at the city wall angrily, and muttered a curse in his mouth.

He trusted his own judgment, the enemy didn't have much weapons and ammunition, and this last all-out attack would definitely take the city.

"The British, they're going to fight hard. Tell the call, be ready for battle, and let the mortar company not be reluctant to shell, as many as you want, and as fast as you can. Zhou Ze looked down at the telescope and commanded the adjutant.

"Commander, what if we run out of ammunition?" The adjutant asked.

"What to do? We still have teeth, and bayonets, and sapper shovels! If the British want to take Wenzhou City, they will exchange their lives. ”

"Besides, it's not time for us to fight hard. I think it's time for the White Commanders to act on their side. Zhou Ze smiled and said softly.

That's right, when the British were preparing to launch a full-scale attack, Bai Mu's First Army was also ready to attack.

At this time, they had all detoured behind the British, all the bullets had been loaded, and the bayonets had all been loaded, and they were only waiting for the commander Bai Mu to give the order to kill the British from behind.

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