Artillery destruction, infantry occupation, standard tactical procedures, trained professional soldiers knew all the details, understood that all they had to do was to go through each step step in order - so, at the moment of the shelling, despite the noise and smoke of the shells had not yet completely dissipated, the German and Boer soldiers climbed out of the trenches and rushed at the enemy positions with heroic shouts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And so the climax of this desperate offensive was officially staged.

Charged, then killed, and the British Army first reacted to the approaching threat: just a moment, probably less than thirty seconds, Lee. The furious roar of Enfield's rifles erupted in their positions, neat, loud, and as fast as if dozens of machine guns were firing fiercely—as was the feeling of the hapless men who were being hit head-on when thousands of soldiers on the battlefield were pouring bullets at a rate of fifteen rounds per minute—evidently in retaliation for what the Boers and their allies had done since the beginning of the war, and especially in return for the hour-long shelling just now.

They were in the trenches, their faces gloomy, gritting their teeth and without saying a word, pointing their guns at any figure that came into sight, firing, firing, and continuing to fire until they had exhausted the loaded bullets, then they stopped for a moment, pressed the two magazines into the magazine, and continued firing.

Even when he was far from the front line, where he could only observe the situation through a telescope, Coster could feel the hysteria in the mood of the British—for the first time ever. This made him wonder if Cronye's soldiers were capable of breaking through the British interception, or if they were brave enough to complete the mission.

Of course, until now, the Boer soldiers were still on the offensive, but that was only because the accuracy of the British's shooting was too bad, and their artillery had not yet been put into battle. In the event of a further deterioration of the situation on the battlefield......

Coaster turned to a staff officer. "Tell Captain Corner that if he still has extra shells, drop them all on the British positions."

A hasty choice of possible remedies. Koster only hoped that Körner did have extra shells and would not drop them in the wrong place - and most importantly, not to hit Cronye's soldiers. The colonel then turned his gaze to the other side of the battlefield.

It is the position of American mercenaries. Because of General Cronye's insistence, warnings, and threats, as a compromise and as a form of compensation, it was the target of the German soldiers. And now, when the British positions had become so noisy, there was a deathly silence, no reaction, no sound, no figure, just as the timid Yankees had abandoned their positions and fled.

But they certainly didn't run away. Coster knew very well that no matter how much the Germans and Boers wished that the professional killers, who had no sense of morality or honor and only had money in their minds, would abandon their employers and leave the battlefield, those guys would always stay in the trenches they had dug and wait to fight their opponents.

They're right there!

"I have a bad feeling." Stiegler said suddenly.

"Calm down, Lieutenant Colonel, we'll know the answer in a moment." Coster's voice was so faint that he could barely hear it himself—his energy was on the battlefield, the frontline soldiers had crossed the first barbed wire fence destroyed by artillery fire, and the second one, which was still intact—and the American mercenaries still had no movement. What exactly do they want to do?

A short, joyful cry rang out, presumably "well done" - the cry of Cronye. It seems that Körner really had extra shells, and had dropped them in the right place, perhaps with his help the Boer soldiers had already stormed the British positions. But Coaster didn't turn to look at the situation on the other side. The German soldiers and the second barbed wire fence have been pulled closer to within five meters, and if the Americans do not do something about it, I am afraid they will not have a chance.

But, contrary to his expectations, the American mercenaries still did nothing; When the German soldiers could touch the barbed wire with just one more step, they still chose to remain silent; Even when the soldiers with pliers began to cut gaps in the barbed wire, the guys disappeared as if they were dead.

It's weird. Coster bit his lip and looked at his soldier. Victory seemed to be within reach, but he was full of apprehension and apprehension. There's nothing more incredible.

But this bizarre thing continued, and the Germans did not encounter even the slightest problem - the only problem was that there were nearly three thousand soldiers in the battle, but there were only a few dozen pincers, but this had nothing to do with the Americans - they quickly and easily cut through the barbed wire, then regrouped next to the gap, passed through them one by one, jumped into the trenches, rushed to the nearest communication trench, and prepared to advance in depth......

Everything was going well, almost just a moment, and already hundreds of soldiers had entered the trenches. Coaster, however, felt like he was running out of breath.

"What the hell is going on?" He turned to Stiegler, but he was actually saying to himself, "Those Yankees should be there, aren't they—"

Coaster felt his heart beat violently.

And then again.

It was at this time that the mercenaries finally decided to break the silence they had kept since the beginning of this battle. It was only a moment before flames erupted from every point of machine gun fire, the net of fire opened instantly, and the trajectory of tracer bullets clearly indicated their target: dozens of gaps opened by German soldiers in the barbed wire. The soldiers who had not yet entered the trench were there, huddled together and defenseless, so that the mercenaries who operated the machine guns did not seriously aim at all; They simply pointed their guns at those gaps, opened fire, and as a result, the Germans fell like a scythe-cut wheat.

Then all the German soldiers fell - but not by bullets. Rigorous military training allows these soldiers to react quickly and correctly: scatter, lie down, and return fire while looking for more suitable cover. As happened to the positions of the British Army, the positions of the mercenaries were plunged into a noisy noise.

Of course, the same high degree of consistency with the other side of the battlefield was the disadvantageous position of the German soldiers. They had little cover, most of them couldn't find the enemy's position, they just fired blindly in the direction they thought there was an enemy, and in the end they couldn't retreat because there was no order and there were still hundreds of their comrades in the trenches. Soldiers should not abandon their comrades unless the moment comes.

It's just that these soldiers are not clear about the situation of their comrades. The German soldiers who entered the trench encountered a more serious and deadly threat: when they walked around the trenches in the same winding communication trenches as the trenches, and finally saw the bottom of the trench, they would find that there was already a bunker made of sandbags, and a group of cruel Yankees were behind the bunker, lying on their stomachs, crouching or leaning against the wall, holding a machine gun or a short rifle - some with lit cigars in their mouths - and raising their left hand to greet them.

Maybe it was "Hi", maybe it was "Hello", maybe it was some other word with a similar meaning, but it didn't mean much to the German soldiers, it was just the last greeting they heard, as if the scene in front of them was the last picture they saw.

In the next moment, the mercenaries will let their weapons open fire, sweeping into a sieve the stunned and stupid opponents who have no way to escape or find a place to hide. And it was a great pity for these soldiers, who had already seen God, that their comrades continued to move on, continued to crash into the front of the Americans, and then quickly joined the growing pile of corpses on the ground.

This is the case at first, and in the end, the soldiers in the trenches will stop advancing, only to find themselves with nowhere else to go, nothing to do, no to fight back, no to retreat, not to stop where they are, because at any moment mercenaries will come out of the overlooked forks and shoot at them, so that they will join up with the others again - in heaven or hell.

In an unfamiliar and dangerous environment, no place is safe.

"We're stuck." The German soldiers finally realized their predicament, and the battle continued.

Casualties are increasing rapidly.

"It's a trap!" Coaster finally figured out what the plans of the Americans were, only it was too late and he could do nothing but bring the surviving troops out of the trap.

Moreover, he did not even know if he would still have a chance to bring the troops back.

God willing.

"Retreat! Let's withdraw our people! Coaster called.

"Colonel?" The staff officers closest to him were somewhat overwhelmed. Fall back? At least the troops that had already entered the trench could never be withdrawn: when they tried to climb out of the trench, the Americans would kill them all from behind. As for the soldiers who have not yet entered the trenches......

"Let everyone retreat!" Coster repeated his order in a stronger tone, "I can't involve my soldiers in a battle that borders on slaughter!" ”

"Yes, Colonel." The staff officer hurriedly ran away.

Coaster turned to the next staff officer. "Let Köller fire all the remaining shells and aim them at the machine-gun fire points of the Americans, if not destroy them directly, at least interfere with them."

Saluted, and the staff officer ran out as fast as he could.

"Hurry up!" Coaster was still yelling behind him. The Colonel then turned around and prepared to give the third order, but he immediately noticed that Cronye was watching him. "What's the matter, General?"

"May I order my soldiers to retreat, Colonel?" Cronye asked. The traps encountered by the German army made him panic, and at the same time glad that his soldiers had not yet been able to storm the British positions - perhaps there were the same traps - and the battle did not seem necessary to continue as it was. It is better to withdraw all the soldiers while they can still withdraw.

"Yes, General. Let your soldiers retreat - before it gets worse. Coster's answer was crisp and swift, on the one hand, he did think that the fight should be ended, and on the other hand, he was annoyed that Cronje had bothered him at this time.

He really picks his time. Coster thought, not realizing that he had forgotten the third order, and just turned his gaze back to the battlefield, secretly praying that all the remaining soldiers would be withdrawn, and full of hope that he had a force that could save the situation.

A strong reserve, an artillery regiment with plenty of ammunition, some wacky gadgets that could smash the positions of the Americans anyway - all delusion, of course. The Colonel thought to himself. If he really had these, he wouldn't have to put almost all of his strength into smashing a hard nail.

"It's fucking damn good." Coaster cursed himself. Like all the officers who have lost the battle, all the bad emotions are tumbling in his mind at this time, and he knows very well that blaming himself will not actually help save the situation.

Only those more direct things helped, like a couple of shells - Körner's artillery fired again. Coaster guessed that this was a spontaneous act, because the staff officer who conveyed the order could never have run so fast; A little later, the infantrymen trapped in front of the barbed wire also ended their exchange of fire with the Americans and began to evacuate the dangerous place - what appeared to be a spontaneous act, at first chaotic and then simply chaotic.

"Our soldiers are retreating." Stiegler said expressionlessly, and then didn't say a word.

It's a shame. However, Coster has his own opinion: as long as the soldiers can be put back to safety, and the casualty figures do not become too ugly, he does not care whether it is an organized retreat or a disorderly spontaneous retreat. Now there is only one thing that matters.

"Run!" The colonel waved his fist and whispered, "Run!" ”

As if hearing his anxious call, the surviving German soldiers began to pick up speed, and although some were still shot and fell, most of them, in Coaster's opinion, could get out of that damned web of fire in a matter of a few moments.

Just a little while, just a few minutes......

A smile appeared on the colonel's face, and then it froze.

He heard an unfamiliar screech, coming from the air, dense, rapidly approaching from a distance, and then on the ground it became another, more intense sound familiar to him.

It's an explosion. Violent explosions, one after another, and never-ending - among the defeated German soldiers, and in front of them.

There won't be many survivors.

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PS: The war makes me depressed, but if there are no accidents, there should be no more such plots in the future

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