Almighty Cultivation Supreme

The first update

It took Paul only a few seconds to think about a decision that the Boers regretted for more than a hundred years. They sold the area of the Deland gold mine to the French government at a very low price, and the world's gold mines, which were sleeping under the land, fell into the pockets of the French, of course, on the condition that they won the war. 、

The British were already outraged, and they had envisioned many people fighting for their colonies, but they did not expect the French to have the same ambitions. And instead of competing for the wealthy, they set their sights on the Transvaal, which was barren for diamonds. This also made Prime Minister Gladstone feel very depressed, but the glory of Great Britain could not be defeated in his own hands, and he still wanted to declare war in disguise, so Britain would fight to the end.

As an old capitalist empire, they have capital profligacy. Ships from all over the world could transport troops to the Transvaal. Although the French weapons were mentioned in the early battle loss ratio, the British army top brass was blindly confident that even if they could kill more than 100 people in front of them at the other side's airfield, the machine guns and artillery behind them would be able to wipe out all the few men.

Shipwloads of British soldiers were sent to the Transvaal to participate in the encirclement and suppression, and even if the number of French volunteers was counted, the British soldiers still had nearly three to four times more troops, and this was only the vanguard without counting the reinforcements later, and the British thought that even if the French had advanced weapons, they could be crushed to death by crowd tactics. Let's not forget that although Great Britain's artillery and machine guns lagged a little behind, the British Army hierarchy did not think it would affect the war.

I don't know that they are facing an empire of black technology, fighting against the machine gun defense line of the French with a backward line infantry phalanx, in the eyes of the French volunteers, there is no difference between the primitive man with the melon and the modern man with a firearm.

Compared to the soldiers of the British Empire marching in neat red uniforms, the Boer army resembled a group of peasants, dressed in taupe, with their guns pointed at the intruding soldiers, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

The French volunteers went around to the flanks, ready to flank them.

First of all, the British used artillery units to carry out an intensive bombardment of the Boer towns, and the British commanders were confident that this round of bombardment could paralyze their firepower strongholds. Shell after shell fell on the roof, and the debris and dust swept the sky.

The houses were destroyed by artillery fire, and the citizens who had no time to escape were swept aside by the air waves. The wooden houses began to burn, and the billowing smoke poured upwards, announcing the beginning of the war.

The commander of the British lowered his binoculars, and he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. When the whole city burns, that's when the British team starts attacking.

The horseshoe was already kicking restlessly, and there was excitement on everyone's face, they hadn't fought a group of rookies in a long time. For the arrogant and conservative British soldiers, defeating a group of Boers was as simple as chopping vegetables.

"Alright, ready, the cavalry is loaded with bayonets!"

All the cavalry moved in order, ready to give the figures hiding under the eaves a fierce imperial charge.

The bayonets of the British, glinting in the sun, excitedly advanced towards the town of the Boers, the town of Ville, the previous defeat was a mistake, but this time they did not make the same mistake again.

"For the glory of Great Britain, the soldiers charge!"

The neighing of the war horses tore through the silence on the battlefield, and the cavalry troops began to rush forward with an order. They tried to break through the opponent's defenses with cavalry, and then attacked with infantry to eliminate the fire strongholds. In their eyes, the Boers are a bunch of cowards who only hide in their houses and use cold guns, and they simply do not dare to fight in the open.

With the help of the French, the Boers set up a trench outside the town, and when the bombardment began, they hid in the trench, and when the roar was over, when the British soldiers charged, everyone poked their heads out and pointed their guns at the charging cavalry.

Maxim's machine gun had been pointed at a whole cavalry team, for him, this was a charge launched by the British, no different from suicide, although the cavalry charge, also adopted the strategy of a skirmish, but Maxim was not a clumsy Gatling, and the speed of running on the horse was definitely not as fast as a bullet.

As the British cavalry approached the firing range step by step, the commander of the French Volunteer Army gave an order.

"Hit!"

The bullets were frantically venting fire towards the cavalry, the Maxim machine gun seemed to care about the damage of the barrel at all, and after pulling the trigger, it began to strafe back and forth, the crossfire formed by the two Maxim machine guns, any cavalry rushing up in the fan-shaped area could only be killed.

The British commander realized that something was wrong, but he was too late, and as soon as the order to attack was given, the British ** team was mercilessly slaughtered!

A whole platoon of cavalry began to fall, bullets easily piercing their bodies, and the whole person fell backwards under the inertia. The infantry who were rushing forward only saw the cavalry rushing to the front fall inexplicably, and the continuous sound of the Maxim machine gun was in their ears, and every time the sound sounded, a fresh life was deprived.

"It's horrible...... This is completely different from what those people said before, the weapons of the French are simply sharp weapons of slaughter! ”

After the British officer put down the telescope in his hand, he was also shocked, where is this war, this is completely sending people to death. Not to mention the first 100 people who can hit the charge, even if it is a thousand, there is no pressure.

By the time the machine guns began to fall silent, a group of bewildered horses were left in the vast fields outside the town, arching their master's corpse with their noses.

The entire British proud cavalry was wiped out in the first charge.

"Shelling, keep shelling!"

The British officer was so mad that he gave all the cavalry to the French with his own hands, and he desperately ordered the artillery to continue the shelling of the town.

"I'm going to turn the area ahead of me into ruins, and I'm going to step over them! Order the artillery to bombard at all costs until there is not a single person left! ”

"Wait!"

The British ** official noticed that there seemed to be movement in the telescope, and he quickly narrowed his left eye, but what he saw was shocking.

Instead of retreating, the numerically inferior Boers attacked them!

"What's going on?"

The British could not understand the madness of the Boers.

"Are they going to die?"