Chapter 5: God in the World

Wave after wave of Boxer soldiers marched forward bravely in the rain of bullets, but the tactics that had been invincible for several years ran into a failure at this time.

At this time, the number of the allied forces of the great powers near Tianjin had reached tens of thousands. According to the configuration of at least four guns for a thousand people, that is, hundreds of cannons, and this does not include independent artillery regiments.

Although these Boxers, shrouded in the aura provided by Zhang Decheng, were more than a notch stronger than the enemy on the opposite side in terms of strength and reaction speed. But each salvo of hundreds of heavy guns can knock the crowd within the shell's kill range to the ground like wheat harvesting.

Flames, death. Countless lives fell in front of the cold steel, and even as they captured one position after another, killing all the enemies who did not have time to retreat, their own strength was also shrinking dramatically. But they still kept moving forward, smashing the enemy positions in front of them one by one.

Although there were not enough rifles and cannons, they brought with them a weapon that was not very powerful - explosive packs. The Boxers slashed with broadswords in one hand and threw lit explosives packets into crowded places with the other. Although the gunpowder contained in this explosive bag is somewhat outdated, it cannot carry its large charge. After the explosion of a bag of explosives weighing several pounds, the power is no less than that of an artillery shell.

Moreover, these Boxers were not brainless, but first attacked with small forces, and then pressed on the enemy after they were mobilized or shaken. Whenever an enemy's hundred-man squad was defeated, there would be a burst of cheers on the battlefield, which greatly boosted the morale of the own side, and at the same time severely damaged the morale of the foreigners.

"O God," exclaimed the military attachés and ministers of the great powers, who watched the battlefield from afar, "are these all devils from hell?" ”

"You don't have to worry," the Japanese military attache pressed the ancestral sword on his waist with a heavy face, and said in a calm voice: "Personal martial arts change is unfavorable, the victory or defeat of the war, after all, this is no longer the Middle Ages that can be rampant in the world by relying on individual martial arts." ”

"Do you have a lot of people like that in Asia?" Someone pointed to Zhang Decheng, who was slowly advancing in the center of the battlefield but no one could stop him, and asked: "Such an enemy is not even afraid of bullets anymore, I swear I just saw bullets bounce off him." ”

"At this time, a worthy warrior," the previous Japanese military attache nodded, "such a warrior should not die from a stray bullet, and his head should be taken down by the samurai of Great Japan." ”

After speaking, the military attache roared angrily behind him, "Soldiers of the Seventh Wing, get on the bayonets, follow me!" ”

A wing of Japanese soldiers who had been standing quietly behind them for a long time let out a beastly roar, and rushed forward with the military attache with a fierce glint in their eyes.

This Japanese wing came from the 6th Division, which had been stationed in Kumamoto, and was an elite group that had been trained for many years, and many of them had participated in the Sino-Japanese War a few years earlier. once drove Zuo Guigui and Ye Zhichao of the Beiyang Army for hundreds of miles like rabbits. They quickly entered the battlefield in a column formation, and then switched into a horizontal formation when they approached Zhang Decheng's troops, and the whole tactical movement was extremely smooth, even if it was a strong army in Europe.

But these tactical actions had no effect in front of the Boxer soldiers led by Zhang Decheng, because the battlefield was already very chaotic at this time, and they never asked who the enemy was.

When the Japanese army first began to deploy its troops, the soldiers of the Boxers had already rushed into the ranks of the Japanese army like a ball of fire. The cold light of broadswords and bayonets flickered across the battlefield. The crisp sound of rifle fire and the sound of blades slicing ** came and went, and humans fought each other in this land with all the means at their disposal.

The Japanese military attache with the ancestral sword was lucky or unfortunate enough to rush in front of Zhang Decheng, and the military attaché, dressed somewhat similar to the police of later generations, held the sword high and shouted in stiff Chinese: "Wu Nai"

It's a pity that Zhang Decheng is not interested in listening to an Oriental person's self-report. Surrounded by visible light, he just casually waved his broadsword like a mosquito, and then passed over the guy who wanted to show his samurai spirit.

Beads of blood poured out of the Japanese attaché's body, and he was scattered all over the ground like a broken toy.

Many foreigners who witnessed this scene turned pale as if they were dead, and after a moment of silence, another shouted in English, "Fire, fire!" ”

However, the nearest artillery position was hundreds of meters away from him, not to mention that the whole of Tianjin was now filled with all kinds of sounds, even if he shouted loudly, no one else could hear it. Although this Japanese wing was crippled as soon as it entered the field, it still played its due role, leaving time for the rout in front of the whole team and preparing the soldiers in the rear line.

Zhang De marched through a battlefield full of slaughter as if he were a king patrolling his own territory. In him, there is no fanatical mood, but an indescribable taste of tranquility.

Now, in front of him was only the last and strongest defense line of the foreigners, equipped with the most technical weapons and troops. As long as this line of defense is breached, the foreigners will be divided into two plates that cannot be connected, and at that time, whether they hold on or concentrate their forces to attack one of them, they will be able to recover the strategic and tactical inferiority.

Just when tens of thousands of Boxers were fighting to the death, there was a strange atmosphere in the army of Nie Shicheng, the Qing army that was supposed to cooperate with them.

"Your Excellency!" An officer said to Nie Shicheng, who was sitting firmly on the big chair: "Those boxers are too disagreeable, many of them are killing people and setting fires in Tianjin City. ”

Nie Shicheng glanced at him and didn't speak. Seeing him like this, another officer stepped forward and said, "My lord, this is not good, the brothers have a lot of property in the city, and if it goes on like this, the army will be unstable." ”

"So what do you say you should do?" Nie Shicheng's voice was very calm, and he was not a little panicked because of the fierce battle outside. He was a pure soldier, and he was deeply influenced by the concept of loyalty in traditional Chinese culture, except for being loyal to the monarch and patriotism and killing the enemy, he didn't want to care about anything else.

However, in China in this era, people like him are destined not to live long. In this era when the heroes rise together or the demons dance wildly, if you want to survive and live well, you must have more brutal means than others, you must have more powerful beliefs than others, and you must have the strength and consciousness to break everything.

The world is so unfair, the world is so dark, it needs a ruthless and brutal strong man to sweep away the ghosts and ghosts of the troubled times. And that strong man is not him Nie Shicheng.