Pozzallo, a small town in southern Sicily. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it began, and to this day, and forever, Amen!"

In the towering spire of the church, an old priest knelt there, praying reverently to a cross in front of him, and at the same time he stretched out his right hand, grabbed a rope hanging beside him, and shook it vigorously, and as he swayed, a large bell above his head was constantly ringing, and at the same time, not far from him, a candle burned to the end, and just as the light of the fire touched the table below, the flames of kerosene suddenly rose into the air and flooded the entire bell tower. Like an ancient beacon fire, the smoke rolled up into the sky.

On the blue horizon in the distant sun, a battleship flying the dragon holding the sun and moon flag appeared.

And then countless battleships appeared.

Like the first wave of a tsunami, it pushes across the coastline.

"Here they are, into position!"

Ten kilometers away from the town, Count Sachs put down the telescope in his hand and said.

Immediately after that, the standard-bearer beside him waved the flag, and at the same time, the bell rang in a small town behind him, and countless soldiers in French uniforms hurriedly rushed out of the temporary houses, holding their weapons and rushing into the trenches and hidden bunkers with irrepressible panic on their faces. Twenty thousand French and Spanish soldiers disappeared from the ground, hiding underground and waiting for the invaders who had conquered all of Asia and almost half of Europe.

"May God be with us!"

Count Sachs drew a cross on his chest and said.

With that, he turned and walked into the underground castle behind him, as a servant closed the iron-clad oak door behind him.

As a veteran who had fought with Prince Eugen for many years, Count Sachs wisely gave up the blockade of the coast, and the Russians had previously proved with their lives that it was pure suicide in front of the guns of the Ming warships, and nothing could resist the seven-inch shells, and there was only a dead end within the range of the battleship's main guns. In this case, he simply moved the line back, established a defensive line outside the range of the most terrifying naval guns of the Ming army, and then fought to the death with the Ming army, of course, the price of this is that the Ming army can easily set foot on the land of Sicily, but this is helpless, you must know that in the defensive battle of the Kuban Peninsula, the Russians were shocked by the large-caliber shells of the Ming army and killed more than one-third of the soldiers, and he did not want to die a third of the soldiers before he saw the enemy.

"Now, it's up to fate!"

Inside the dark and damp underground bunker, Count Sachs smiled wryly and muttered to himself as he looked at the distant horizon through the observation port.

At this time, the red cloud composed of more than 50 Ming fighters was gradually getting bigger in his field of vision, which took off directly from the airport on the island of Malta, and the distance between the two places was only one hundred and fifty miles.

Count Sachs looked at these red figures flying freely in the sky with admiration, and he could not imagine now that all the rumors from Russia about the little demons brought by the Eastern Demon Lord from hell were evidently more appreciative of their elegance and beauty.

Of course, the next moment he knew.

"Command, enemy troops found, enemy lines are in Modica, repeat, enemy lines are in Modica, Pozzallo beach is not defended at all!"

Above him, on a Ming reconnaissance plane, the back-seat communicator was reporting the reconnaissance results to the rear on the radio, and the French troops, who had no concept of air concealment, also did not make any camouflage for their defensive line, and on the green ground below, the trenches and the artillery forts between the trenches were clearly visible. At the same time as he reported to the rear, the communicator began to take out his camera and constantly take pictures of the ground below, and as he took pictures, the fighters accompanying him swooped down unceremoniously, and then began to fire at the French troops in the trenches with impunity.

The latter, who had no ability to resist, was beaten in mourning under the dense range of machine-gun bullets.

This is already a specialized fighter.

Armed with three machine guns, they swooped down from high in the air with a terrifying whistle like a flock of predatory golden eagles, and then poured down the flames of death.

The poor French soldiers, looking in horror at these mysterious monsters in the air above their heads, let them dive to a height of several hundred meters like helpless lambs, and then watched the tracer bullets come in an instant like long thorns, and in the blink of an eye, they beat themselves to the ground. At this time, someone finally reacted and began to run desperately to find and dodge, the entire French defense line was in chaos, and the Ming fighters with enough fuel and bullets continued to hover over their heads arrogantly, constantly looking for suitable targets and playing dive shooting games, and even some highly skilled ones fell to a height of about 100 meters and killed wantonly.

Count Sachs watched in silence, and he now understood why the Russians called them little devils.

At this moment, the Ming landing ships on Pozzallo's beach were constantly rushing onto the beach that could be used as a resort, and then the bow hatch opened, and the large gangplank inside was pushed out, and the front end slowly fell on the beach under the control of two booms on the deck, and then the heavily armed Ming soldiers carried backpacks and rifles with bayonets, and walked out of the cabin and stepped on the land of Sicily. Among them, there were also small landing craft washed directly into the sand with the tide, and then the front hatch was lifted downward, and a war horse dragged a small infantry gun out of the way, because of the limitation of the bearing capacity of the springboard, the heavy artillery could not go ashore directly, but only less than a thousand pounds of infantry guns could be sent ashore without hindrance with the landing craft.

The whole landing process was very smooth.

The French army did not arrange any defense on the beachhead, after all, behind the landing ship was the seven-inch gun on the Ming battleship, all defense in front of this thing was a joke, and even the local residents ran out, there was actually no one in this town except for the old priest, and the only pier was also destroyed, so when Fang Hong, the commander of the First Army of the Ming Marine Corps, stepped on the land of Sicily, he immediately understood that he had to repair the dock first, otherwise those heavy artillery and the like would not be able to go ashore.

Fortunately, this is a small thing.

At the same time as the infantry landed, the sappers also began to use the steel pontoons they carried to build a temporary wharf, and only a few hours later the first transport ship could be docked, and then the ship's crane unloaded the latest trucks and three-inch guns from the ship to complete the landing, and by the next morning, the 11th Marine Brigade, which had completed the landing first, officially began the attack.

And then......

"Stick to your post!"

Major Martin, wearing gloves that had long ceased to be snow-white, and leather boots that had ceased to shine, roared hoarsely at the sound of the shells.

The fire that exploded above his head continued to shine, and the stirred up soil kept falling, and of course there were also human fragments, although the Ming army only used a three-inch cannon, but this terrible explosion still made the French soldiers in the trench scream in horror, they huddled in the trench with their heads in their hands, watching their companions continue to be blown to pieces, seeing the smoke and mud covering the sky, and even some people rushed out like crazy, and then the next moment they were torn apart by shells.

This was the first time they faced the Ming army.

Although they have heard too many terrifying legends about the enemy, when they actually face it, they realize that those legends are not enough to describe the horror of the enemy.

"Hold on, for God's sake, for the king!"

Major Martin continued to roar.

At the same time, there was a piercing whistling above his head, and before he could understand the meaning of this sound, a terrifying explosion suddenly occurred in his ears, and then a huge force crashed into his body, as if he had been hit by a galloping war horse, he flew up directly and slammed into the side wall of the trench, and before he could get up, the soil was pressed down like a flood, and when he woke up from his vertigo, he found that his world was silent, he screamed in horror, but found that he couldn't even hear his own voice, and of course he couldn't see the blood flowing from his two ears.

Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the arm, pulled him up from the dirt, and saw an ensign shouting something at him.

"I can't hear you!"

Major Martin screamed in horror.

The second lieutenant did not hesitate to push him aside and then rushed at the soldiers who were holding their heads, and kicked and beat them to their feet, and the soldiers were terrified and lay on the trench with their guns and began to aim outward, but then a dense burst of bullets whistled and hit the top of the trench like a raging storm, and several soldiers who showed their heads immediately fell with blood splashes, and at the same time a cannonball hit, and the second lieutenant who was urging the soldiers was blown up in an instant. However, the soldiers still mustered up the courage and fired the bullets out in confusion, and then hurriedly retracted, leaned against the wall of the trench and took out the bullets and stuffed them into the barrels, but the flames of the explosion shone again in the trenches, and although the force was not great, several French soldiers were still blown up in blood.

Major Martin continued to sit on the ground, holding his head and screaming.

He didn't know that a hundred meters away from the trench, a group of Ming soldiers were running forward with their guns hunched over, and among them two soldiers were each holding a small steel pipe on the ground, and then suddenly a faint smoke of gunpowder was spewed out from there, and at the same time, two small shells fell in the trench again, and on a high slope behind these people, a heavy machine gun was constantly spewing flames, and behind the machine gun was an infantry gun pointing at a dark bunker, with the flames spewing out from the muzzle, A shell more than two inches thick directly hit the firing port of the bunker, and then the entire bunker was blown to pieces.

And the same scene was constantly played out on the entire French defense line.

Major Martin didn't know this, he only knew that he was holding his head and screaming, he came from a wealthy Neapolitan family, and it was obvious that he could not withstand the test of war, or give him a little time, and he would be as brave as the second lieutenant who had experienced the blood and fire of the French Civil War, but alas......

He didn't have a chance.

Just as he was holding his head and screaming, a smoking thing suddenly fell at his feet, and he subconsciously kicked it, but as soon as the thing rolled out less than two meters, it suddenly exploded, and the fire of the explosion instantly flooded his legs, and then he saw half of his right leg flying up in the firelight. At the same time, a huge force knocked him into the air again, and when he fell, the heart-rending pain also reached his brain through the nervous system, and he screamed without hesitation and picked up his broken leg, looking at the bloody and even revealing stubble, and tried to stop the gushing blood with his hands like crazy.

He didn't notice that at this moment a group of Ming soldiers were jumping into the trench, and the few remaining French soldiers immediately met them with rifles with bayonets, but they were greeted by a series of gunfire, and then there was no longer a single French soldier standing in the trench.

The Ming army officer led by him waved his hand.

The Ming soldiers quickly stabbed their bayonets into the chests of the wounded French soldiers on the ground.

The officer, however, walked up to Major Martin with a saber, who was still holding his leg and howling, and the officer looked at him, and then raised his saber directly, and made a gesture on his neck, and with a loud roar, he slashed down, and Major Martin was finally freed, and his head rolled down beside his broken leg.

"What is this? Can't we even last an hour? ”

In the dark castle in the distance, Count Sachs looked at the red figure that was flooding his position, and then looked at the pocket watch in his hand and said with a bitter expression.

Indeed, from the end of the Ming army's artillery fire to launch an attack, to now break through the defense line, a total of less than an hour has passed, although he is mentally prepared for failure, but such a result still makes him speechless, of course, he does not know, his opponent is the first army of the Marine Corps, that is the most elite unit of the Ming army from the east to the west, it can be said that it is invincible for decades, and the soldiers and civilians of all countries who die in the hands of this army alone have to be millions, and the combat effectiveness of this army can also be ranked in the top three in the Ming army.

However, it is useless to say anything.

He lost, and it was a real fiasco.

"Prince, I wonder if you can stop them if you are in command?"

Looking at the red warriors outside, who were constantly occupying sections of French trenches and killing the remnants of the French soldiers, Count Sachs muttered bitterly to himself.

Of course, at this time, the patron saint of the Holy Roman Empire, the Austrian god of war he was talking about, Prince Eugen, who was busy in Belgrade to defend against the Ming army, would definitely not hear the voice of this old subordinate.

Count Sachs listened to the gunfire getting closer and closer, then pulled out his pistol, pressed it to his temple, and slowly pulled the trigger.

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