Chapter 25: The God of War (4)

The cartridge was ignited, and the frenzied energy of the gas that had expanded ten million times in an instant was converted into the kinetic energy of the cannonball under the constraints of the barrel. With a loud "bang", the whistling projectile flew forward at a rapid speed.

Seymour was taken aback by the fire and loud noise coming from a distance, and he looked at the artillery positions shrouded in smoke in surprise, are these Chinese playing really?

The first solid shell hit a wooden fortification below, sending several soldiers screaming as sawdust flew up. A shot was fired, and a cheer was heard in the distance. The best way to deal with artillery is always more artillery.

"It's a Napoleonic cannon," Seymour muttered as he fired a succession of cannons. But why does this cannon, which has been almost obsolete for more than twenty years, have such range and accuracy? He thought about it for a while, and then it occurred to him that the Napoleonic cannon could also be improved, and after so many years, what was it strange that the performance of the bronze cannon had been improved.

After a little more thought, he knew that the enemy's artillery must be stopped from firing, otherwise, his wounded man would not be able to resist the army that would use the artillery. Now, Seymour no longer sees the other side as indigenous to Africa, but as an army. Although even these people don't even have a uniform outfit.

"Captain," said Seymour's bearded man, "let the artillerymen launch a counterattack against the enemy's artillery." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Randomly, the cannons on both sides began to roar incessantly, and the projectiles drew various arcs in the sky and hit various things, and then suddenly slowed down. Seymour's side used the so-called Rack Gun, which was much better than Napoleon's Run, but was essentially a gun that needed to be reset during the shoot. So the rate of fire on both sides is not very good, only two or three rounds per minute.

Such a slow rate of fire, coupled with the long distance between the two sides, made it difficult for everyone to achieve much. Although the artillery team of the Black Dragon Society was not hit, the problem of the loss of gunners that had been cultivated so hard was avoided. But the Warring States they achieved were also good. After an afternoon of fighting, the core of the foreigners' fortifications could not be destroyed.

It looked like everyone was tied, but Seymour didn't think so. He listened worriedly to the captain's report, but there was only a small part of it going up and down, not even a base.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General," said the captain, plucking up courage, "by tomorrow, the little Keiko of our artillery unit will have to become full-time infantry because they have no shells and gunpowder to use." ”

"So what?" Seymour looked at the captain with a stern gaze, "Then what do you think we should do?" ”

"I, I think we should retreat." The captain trembled and said: "Our number is too small, even if we have five thousand people, no, three thousand, even if we have three thousand, we can definitely defeat the enemy outside!" ”

Seymour was silent for a moment, unwilling to retreat from his own hospital, as it would greatly damage his own reputation and that of the Empire. What does it matter if those soldiers are killed or wounded? The slums of London are full of people who are willing to fight for a pound.

But what if, only if, if it is possible to break through the current positions by the enemy? Then it's not a matter of reputation, it's a matter of life. He Seymour was a vice-admiral of the Empire, a respected nobleman of high society, not the dirty, drunken sailors and laborers.

Therefore, Seymour also decided to retreat first. Or, as the Japanese named Hitoshi Sugiyama said, a strategic shift. We are not retreating, we are moving in a different direction.

But retreat is dishonorable after all, and while he was still thinking about it, a fool jumped out automatically.

"Captain," Seymour glared at the fool with a majestic gaze, "you mean we'll get back until we've gathered more soldiers/"

"I'm not me," the captain stammered, "I'm not"

"Alright, then let's retreat first, as you wish." Seymour was not shameless enough to use a strategic shift to justify his actions, although what he did was not very noble.

What, His Excellency the Lieutenant General actually agreed?

Well, well, it's not an incomprehensible question either. After all, the vice admiral was born in the navy, and the tradition of the navy is not the same as that of the navy, which is "fighting when the enemy meets"? That was later. The navy was originally a group of pirates who made cameo appearances, and it was not uncommon for the enemy to turn in.

It's just that in front of the girl and Chen Cheng, who are familiar with the original history, will their retreat be so smooth? The answer to this question is unknown.

That night, Seymour and the others, who had broken through the siege, were broken by the Black Dragon Society cavalry who had been waiting for a long time before they could take a few breaths before they could break through the siege. More than 600 people who broke through were trampled by the cavalry in the dark night, lost their formation in the chaos, and almost completely wiped out.

It wasn't until two days later that the headquarters of the coalition forces in Tianjin got the sad news.

"Oh God," someone exclaimed on the spot, "this is another Afghanistan!" ”

In the Afghan war more than ten years ago, the Afghan army led by the mountain eagle pursued the retreating British army, and the final result was that the British army was completely annihilated, and only a few people survived and returned to the British camp.

The faces of the people in the coalition headquarters were different, but most of them, except for the British, had a look of schadenfreude in their eyes. As a global hegemon, it is natural to attract envy, and other powers have long been dissatisfied with the situation of British dominance. Now that the British have come out with such a big basket, everyone is naturally secretly happy in their hearts.

At the same time in Langfang, Chen Cheng said to Sugiyama Bin, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and was injured and injured: "Sugiyama-kun, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, we are really, well, really fate!" ”

Destined? Sugiyama Bin raised his head weakly, struggled to sit up after seeing the person who came, and shouted: "Chen Jun, Chen Jun, it's me, it's me, we're friends!" ”