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O'Connor watched contentedly what was happening in front of him: explosions, smoke, flames; scattered sand, stones, rubble and human limbs; As an accompaniment to the loud bang, the city is crumbling...... It's a grand fireworks display; It's a show he loves.

He waved his hands excitedly. "Fire! Fire! Defeat the Italians and destroy them! ”

The mercenaries scrupulously carried out his orders, and were equally excited. They laughed, screamed, cheered, and fired shell after shell into the city, watching them blow everything they came across—houses, furniture, livestock, human bodies, or anything else—to shreds.

They like to do this, to burn something beautiful and alive to ashes for no reason, to burn it into an irresponsible destruction. Small, but wonderfully satisfying.

But it was the Abyssinian warriors who were even more excited. For many years, they were almost helpless against the invasion of the Italian army, but now, everything has been turned upside down, and the time for revenge has finally arrived. Although the Americans had to be relied upon, the thrill of revenge filled everyone's heart.

The Abyssinian warriors waved their spears in their hands, and everyone was in high spirits and dancing.

The hearts of the Italian soldiers, on the other hand, were filled with anger, anguish and fear. They are teetering on the brink of death, with people being hit by shrapnel or shock waves every minute, and casualties mounting. But at this moment, they could do nothing, and the Abyssinians remained outside the maximum effective range of their rifles, and they could not harm these hateful enemies.

An ensign officer screamed frantically. "Push the field artillery up!"

"Let the gunboats open fire immediately!" Another officer also shouted. A shell exploded nearby, and the shock wave lifted off his military cap.

Field artillery, along with four gunboats moored in the harbor, were the only hope of a counterattack by the Assab defenders. Unfortunately, however, that hope is fast turning into disappointment.

Two mortar shells hit a field gun, killing most of the artillery while turning it into a pile of smoking scrap metal. The lucky artillerymen gathered and tried to push another field gun into position, enduring the pain - but soon it was destroyed.

And then hopefully there were only four gunboats left.

The sailors on the gunboat were trying to ignite the boilers, trying with all their might to restore the battleship to maneuverability. In their current position, they simply could not fight back at the "Abyssinians" who were pouring shells into the harbor, and the gunboat was not an ironclad battleship, it had almost zero protection, and if it could not rely on maneuver to dodge the shells, then it was just a slightly larger coffin.

However, it was simply impossible to restore the ability of the gunboat to maneuver in a short period of time. The time it took to ignite the boiler alone was enough to make all four gunboats disappear from the water.

The situation is extremely dangerous. The shells are constantly falling, and they are getting closer and closer to their targets. Everyone on the gunboat was terrified, and they had clung to their hearts.

"Quick, get us out of here." The captains shouted, urging the sailors in the engine room, and only then could they make their voices heard in the sound of the explosions.

But their urging is useless - if a machine takes thirty minutes to start, then it must take thirty minutes for it to start, and no one can speed it up. "Sir, we're working on it, but ......"

An ominous explosion cut off the sailors' shouting, and then they heard an even more violent explosion. The men on deck looked up and saw that the gunboat, which had been moored alone, had turned into a huge ball of fire, emitting smoke and countless torn debris scattered across the sea around it. It was clear that it had been hit by a shell, and the explosion had also detonated the ship's ammunition, constituting a complete destruction.

No one can survive such an explosion. Realizing that the same tragedy would happen to them, in the minds of the sailors, responsibility quickly gave way to survival, and the post was abandoned.

"Abandon ship! Abandon ship! The captains shouted and jumped into the icy sea, followed by the sailors, and then the shells exploded on the gunboat.

A mercenary rushed to O'Connor's side. "We have destroyed the field guns and gunboats of the Italians, sir."

"Shift the fire to the city walls." O'Connor was in a happy mood and gave a new order. "And tell the tribal warriors that they can attack."

"Do our soldiers need to attack too?"

"Nope. Let our people stay where they are. After a pause, he added, "Let the Abyssinian warriors be in charge of the first wave of the offensive, and we will support them with machine guns and artillery." ”

"Yes, sir." The mercenary saluted him, then ran away as fast as he had come.

O'Connor's order was quickly reached in the ears of every soldier. The artillerymen quickly turned their guns and began to pour fire on the walls, the machine guns broke the silence that had been maintained since the beginning of the battle, and at the same time, the Abyssinian warriors began their attack: shouting loudly, brandishing spears and shields, they ran in a chaotic and unformed manner towards the city of Asab.

They didn't look like they were fighting at all - of course, that's the mercenary's opinion, and the tribal warriors were just fighting the way they were going to go, albeit ridiculously.

At any other time, the Italians would have laughed and fired at the samurai with the mood of shooting - only now, when they were surrounded by exploding shells and bullets flying everywhere, no one could laugh. The officers and soldiers crouched cautiously behind the breastwork, nervously watching the charging Abyssinian warriors, waiting for them to come into range and praying that they would not be hit by anything before then.

Of course, there are always people who are hit, and the number of corpses and wounded on the walls is increasing, but no one cares about this.

The Abyssinian warriors were soon to be in range.

"Attention, everybody, four hundred, aim—" An officer raised his right hand, but before he could shout "fire," a shell landed and exploded beside him. When the smoke cleared, only a mangled corpse remained in his place.

But someone took his job. "Fire!"

Almost immediately, a neat burst of gunfire rang out from the walls. In this battle, the Italian soldiers finally began to fight back. But no one was agitated or cared about their results, and the soldiers nervously but skillfully withdrew the cartridge casings, loaded them with new bullets, and fired a second salvo according to the parameters just now...... Then another round followed.

The Abyssinian warriors were still charging, but their speed slowed down noticeably - they fought only to avenge the Italians, not to die for the emperor, and when they realized that their opponents were not defenseless, their will to fight began to decline rapidly.

However, the Italian soldiers did not know this, they mechanically operated the weapons and adjusted the parameters according to the orders of the commander.

"Ruler three hundred, aim, fire!"

Gunshots rang out again.

This seems to have been the last straw that weighed on the camel's back. Although no one gave the order, all the Abyssinian warriors turned around and ran towards their starting positions faster than they had come, while at the same time becoming more disorganized and lacking in formation, and exposing their backs to the enemy without reservation. The Italian soldiers fired another volley, and then the samurai completely collapsed.

O'Connor glanced at his watch. From the beginning of the attack to the rout of the entire front, it took only ten minutes for these tribal warriors. "They're geniuses."

"Maybe you shouldn't have put them in battle, sir." Shepard frowned at him.

"Maybe we should put a machine gun behind them...... Warlord, Commander. O'Connor smiled, not seeming to be annoyed by the defeat. The purpose of having the tribal warriors attack first was only to reduce the losses of the mercenaries and, incidentally, to weaken the anti-emperor forces in Abyssinia, as long as he could accomplish these two goals, even if the attack was not successful.

Of course, the capture of Assab was the main goal, and O'Connor always remembered that. "Let the artillery continue to bombard the walls, eliminate the Italian soldiers guarding there or force them to retreat." He ordered, "and inform the tribal warriors that I want them to launch a second attack in thirty minutes." ”

As soon as his words fell, everyone in the command immediately went into action.

Inside the city of Assab.

"Major, your orders?" Captain Roetta was still trying to get orders from the Major, but in reality it made no sense - twenty minutes had passed since he knew the city was under an organized attack, and the Major had not said a word.

It wasn't that he was scared stupid, it was just that he was about to surrender and found it difficult to speak.

Based on the sound of artillery, Chiarini believed that the attacking Abyssinians had at least twenty cannons, but only the dukes could mobilize so many cannons in Abyssinia, that is, he would never face an enemy of only two thousand, and their number would probably exceed ten thousand...... At least 10,000 Abyssinian warriors, the major thought he was lost.

So he decided to surrender, just a little hesitant.

But the major understood that there was not much time for him to hesitate, and after thinking about it with difficulty for a while, he made a decision. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the WWW.QIDIAN.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )