"Ding......

The whole battlefield was full of the very special bell-like crunch of the bronze cannon when it was fired, which was enough to crack the eardrums of the gunner, but for the infantry, it was an encouragement, a kind of spiritual support. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Await!

When the British continued to use bronze cannons to fire at the positions of the Sino-Irish coalition forces, the soldiers of China and Ireland who were lying in the trenches and behind the breastoping wall were waiting there, they could see the shells in the trenches in the air, and they could feel the shock wave raised when the shells fell on their sides and exploded, and even sometimes, a shell fell in the trenches, and the blown away limbs would fall on their bodies, but whenever someone tried to stand up, There was always a Chinese soldier nearby yelling in Chinese, which the Irish simply did not understand.

"Wait!"

Wait, wait!

Michael remembered the streets of his hometown, the anxiety he felt when he was waiting for the show, he longed to fight, he longed to see those beautiful actresses when he was performing, and now, he was waiting here, waiting was always anxious, but waiting on the battlefield was even more anxious, especially when the cannonballs whistled over his head.

"Hey, why should we listen to Chinese's ......?"

Harry crouched in the trench with his gun in his hand and grumbled, he longed to fight, he longed to jump out now, to kill the British, like the warriors in the Irish story, wielding his sword to kill the aliens, but now, he crouched in the trench like a farmer.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted.

"They're coming!"

Suddenly, everyone involuntarily looked ahead, and they saw the enemy - it was a, no, a series of red lines, and the red formed a long battle line, which was the red of which the British were proud, who had left the Russians with painful memories in the Crimea, and now, in a neat line, to the beat of the drums, they attacked the line of the Sino-Irish coalition army.

Compared with the lines of the Napoleonic era, the lines of the British are now thin, but even so, these thin two lines are still extremely effective, and the British soldiers in red military uniforms slowly walk forward to the beat of drums.

Between the lines and lines, in the rear of the British army, artillery shells were constantly being fired at the Sino-Irish defensive line, and Major General Woodford, who commanded the battle, the general who commanded the rifle brigade during the Crimean War, appeared to be full of confidence, and the reason why he was so confident was that he commanded a regiment of 15,000 men, while the enemy on the opposite side was only 10,000, and most of them were farmers and citizens two weeks ago.

"Except for those Chinese, the rest of the Irish only need one shot, and they will be defeated!"

Woodford told Colonel Demos beside him that they had been very good friends since the Crimean War, and now they were once again standing together to fight for Britain.

"When will Lieutenant Colonel Bernard's cavalry arrive on the battlefield?"

Despite his self-confidence, Woodford was still extremely cautious, after all, there were more than 2,000 Chinese in front of the enemy, and the undefeated reputation of the Chinese soldiers was enough to make him vigilant.

"General, they will arrive at the battlefield on time at four o'clock in the afternoon, according to your orders......"

The battlefield is as much an art as it is a technique, and the reason why Woodford ordered Bernard's cavalry to attack the western flank of the Sino-Iritarian coalition at 4 p.m. was because at that time, they had their backs to the sun, which would confuse the enemy's vision, which was what he had learned during the Crimea, where he had taught a profound lesson that many soldiers were affected by the sunlight in some way, and that is why he gave the order.

"Get ready!"

There was no need to wait for orders, the Irish soldiers on the position, who had only just learned to shoot, were in a hurry, eager to keep all the ammunition handy, and the ammunition boxes were dragged casually and carefully placed in different positions.

As if remembering something, Harry took a red handkerchief from his bag and tied it around his neck before picking up his rifle.

"They're coming! Get ready, everyone! ”

This was the order of the company commander, and in the sound of the company commander's order, everyone pulled the bolt one after another, and the sound of the bolt echoed in the air.

On the field filled with gunsmoke, a large group of red figures rushed in, and those Englishmen lined up and stepped on the drum to march towards them, their movements were uniform. It brought the most direct impact to everyone.

Michael, like everyone else, was frightened by the queue of the British, and for a moment, they even felt that the Britons were invincible, after all, they themselves had only just learned the queue, and it was impossible for them to arrange such a neat queue.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just shoot like you did in training......"

At this moment, the Chinese in the company shouted loudly, but no one understood what he was saying, and after he gestured, the company commander began to comfort the people.

"Now we're done, we're done now......"

But the company commander's comfort was of no avail, and everyone looked at the enemy nervously, and some of them even had the idea of escaping.

Suddenly, I don't know who fired a shot, the gunfire suddenly rang out, and the entire trench was instantly enveloped in white gunsmoke, and then the gunfire immediately echoed on the battlefield like firecrackers, and the gunfire was messy, spontaneous, and completely unaccurate.

"Damn it!"

The "advisers" of the IRA deployed to the battlefield were there complaining loudly, and he watched as the Irish, whose courage had gone there. Why are they all scared now?

"Don't shoot indiscriminately, don't shoot indiscriminately......"

As the commander of the Irish Republican Army, Jason didn't care so much about it now, he rode on horseback, ran around the battlefield, and gave orders to the soldiers.

"Everyone, no shots are allowed without orders! Immediately order down! ”

Not all of the advisers in the company could speak English, many of them could only give some orders in English at best, and as for the Irish officers, two weeks ago, they were just small businessmen, doctors, or lawyers, and they were not qualified officers at all.

Finally, under the loud orders of Jason and a dozen other officers, the chaos on the battlefield slowly disappeared, and the white smoke gradually dissipated, and all the officers shouted loudly.

"No shooting, no shooting, no shooting, no bullets, no shooting, no shooting......"

Major General Woodford was first taken aback when clouds of smoke rose from the positions of the Sino-Irish forces, because the two sides were 500 yards apart, and although the Enfield rifle had a range of more than 800 yards and the range of the rear-loading gun was even longer, who would shoot at such a distance? And the next scene made him and the others almost laugh, because the shooting of the Sino-Irish coalition army hardly brought the slightest damage to the British army, and even he could see from the telescope that after the Irish shots, the officers rode their horses and loudly ordered the soldiers not to shoot them,

"Look, those Irish are overwhelmed with fear......"

Everything will be simple next, they will rush over, and then shoot, and then crush these Irishmen, even if their resistance is too stubborn, it will not make any sense, and in half an hour the cavalry will attack from their flanks, and then everything will be over, as in 1798, and he himself will be a hero of Britain, after all, now all of Britain is hungry for victory!

The enemy in front of him was all over the battlefield, and the red enemy was extremely influential on the green field, and for the commander of the coalition army, although the enemy's line made him shake his head, but when he saw those Irishmen in various clothes, he still felt a little headache for the strength at hand, the force was too small, except for the two thousand people, these Irishmen, were simply useless,

Let's hope they don't rout!

The Irishman had been repelled from the bottom of his heart, and the enemy would not stop at his thoughts, but they continued to advance.

Four hundred yards, three hundred and fifty yards......

Three hundred yards!

When Michael, Harry, and the others all felt that they could see the Englishman, the officer still did not give the order to shoot, and everyone was so nervous that they didn't know how to proceed, they just gasped for air.

It's closer!

Two hundred and fifty yards!

O my God!

Everyone turned their eyes to the officer, why didn't he give the order to shoot, and the officers were also looking nervously at the rear, they were also wondering, why didn't they shoot?

Await!

The order is still waiting.

"They're all novices, shooting at three hundred yards is a waste of ammunition, we don't have bullets for them to waste like that!"

Although in order to ensure the supply of ammunition, the Han-style rifles they used were all old-fashioned paper shells, which could be manufactured locally in Ireland, but even so, if the supply of gunpowder and fire caps could not be guaranteed, ammunition was still the biggest problem facing the army in the case of the British blockade, so for the coalition forces, every bullet was extremely precious.

Two hundred yards!

When the line of the British army entered two hundred yards, at last, the order was given!

Shoot!

At the time of receiving the order, the officers immediately shouted loudly.

"Shoot!"

The gunfire instantly rang out, white smoke erupted from the muzzle, and the scorching lead bullet whistled towards the British, and at a distance of two hundred yards, there was little need to aim, only to point the muzzle at the British's red line.

As soon as the smoke converged in front of the trenches, the signs of death and danger were immediately transmitted to the British, who did not even have time to react before they fell in pieces, thousands of British soldiers fell in the first volley. At this time, the British also fired, and the sound of gunfire echoed on the battlefield, and the smoke symbolizing death and danger filled the battlefield, enveloping the entire battlefield. The smoke was like the breath of the devil, enveloping all living beings and devouring people's lives.

And for Michael, he didn't know how to think at all, he had forgotten about anything else, but just shot and shot frantically, and when he was breathing, he breathed in the choking smoke of gunpowder, and in this choking smell of gunpowder, he seemed to find a strange emotion, which was an emotion between comrades-in-arms.

As he emptied the bullet in front of him, and was about to take it out of his bag, he looked to the left and right, and saw a frenzied rage, and a high level of nervousness, where people were uttering a kind of speech that no one could tell, and whose words no one could hear clearly, forming a kind of frenzied and brutal battlefield chorus, with the shouts of murder, the roars, the curses, and of course the prayers, all mixed together on the battlefield to form this kind of battlefield chant.

"Damn British, damn it......"

Harry was there roaring, cursing the British, and a barrage of foul words came out of his mouth, and while one of the soldiers next to him was cursing loudly, the man suddenly fell, and his head was pierced by a bullet that ripped his head open, sending the brains flying all around, even landing on Harry's face.

"Damn British......"

Only a dead Brit is a good British, and after muttering something to himself, Michael picked up his rifle again, and then shot at the British, when he was so engrossed in the battlefield that he completely forgot about anything else.

You can't see the heroic form on the battlefield, everyone is there to load and shoot, everyone is bent on the waist, no one will stand up boldly, like a legendary hero, let his behavior seem how brave he is, that is looking for death!

And they didn't want to die, the sound of bolts echoed in the air, the soldiers kept loading bullets into the chambers, the guns with good bullets were against their shoulders, the smoke had blocked their vision, so that the entire battlefield was filled with smoke, and they couldn't see things clearly,

And for the soldiers, they can only rely on the British red to find the target, shooting without a goal, and everything is becoming more and more blurred, the officers are constantly walking around in the trenches, shouting loudly to give orders to the soldiers, and constantly cheering them up, this is the responsibility of the officers, at the same time they are constantly observing the smoke, trying to see the enemy through the fog on the battlefield, so as to command the soldiers to fight, but the fog on the battlefield is not everyone can see the dress, With their vision blocked, they could only scold......

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