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With a neat and dense phalanx, unified and loud costumes, the British ** team is marching forward with great force.

Bright red shirts, methodical pace of advancement, anyone who sees this scene will admire the majestic momentum of the British ** team, and the Boers who are inferior in numbers and equipment are dead.

Not only did the British soldiers look down on the descendants of the peasants who had migrated from the Netherlands, but even their commander, Henry Wood, thought that in two or three rounds they could take the town and expel all the rebellious Boers.

"Soldiers, this is just a simple war, although our main army goes south to quell the rebellion, but against this group of countrymen, there is no need to use the main force at all! We've just won the battle against the natives, and now we're going to get rid of the Boers as well! ”

"Yes, sir!"

The soldier waved his weapon and lunged in the direction of the docks, not bothering to fear the hillbillies, as the chief had said.

They were just targets for the British.

But they did not know that what followed was nightmare time for the British.

The British ** team had been out of the European war for too long, and had not been able to recover from the backward line infantry tactics, and France had already carried out new military reforms under the guidance of Napoleon. And the British in history were also ridiculed by Bismarck because of the heavy losses of the two Boer Wars, which also gave him the idea that the British Army was actually vulnerable.

Although only a third of the French volunteers were armed with semi-automatic rifles, plus the Maxim and Mosin Nagant rifles, it was nothing short of a massacre against the inferiorly armed British.

Without heavy artillery and cavalry support from the opposing side, the French volunteers dominated the war from the very beginning.

The brazen British approached the docks, and they tried to kill all the Boers in the shortest possible time. But as soon as they stepped into range, a series of gunfire were heard from the opposite side.

The sound of gunfire was like a trumpet of death, sounding the prelude to the slaughter.

The Maxim machine gun began to harvest, and before the British could react, the commander Henry Wood saw the soldiers in the front row go straight down, like a dominary card, falling down one after another, and the roar of the machine gun accompanied by a bloody charge kicked off the war.

At this time, the British hurriedly counterattacked, still the same line infantry tactics as before, all the soldiers lined up in a row, but in the eyes of the German volunteers, they were excellent targets, or red targets that would not move.

Before the British pulled the trigger, the tongue of fire of the French volunteers had already swept over, and directly with the front row, the British became "lined up to shoot".

Warm blood stained the air red.

Countless people fell on the land.

The pride and disdain of the British ** team at the beginning were wrenched to pieces by the roar of the Maxim machine gun.

Severed limbs and wreckage lay on the soft weeds, and gunshots and painful heart-rending replaced the sound of the wind and swept through the wasteland.

"Disperse, disperse! Spread everyone out for me! ”

At this time, the British commander Henry Wood could no longer manage so much, and the experience on the battlefield made him see that the enemy's firepower was more than twice as dense as his own, and to continue to adopt the forward tactics of line infantry was to wait for death.

By this time, the British soldiers were already in disarray, and they blindly fired in the direction of the town, but they were soon suppressed by more intense fire, and the British attack collapsed on all fronts. They're just a bunch of stupid slaughtered idiots who can't tell the direction anymore.

The uniform, which was once bright red to visually suppress the enemy, has now become a target for the opponent. All they had to do was sweep towards the red of the wasteland, and a mass of corpses would fall.

The weeds of the wasteland were soaked in blood, and then trampled on by their black boots, and the soldiers were already in disarray, and they retreated in disregard.

Boggs, the commander of the Boers, watched with some amazement, especially by the bursting rifles and ferocious Maxim machine guns, who thought that the war was no different from the Franco-Prussian War ten years earlier. But looking at the fire support of the French now, it feels like a technological product that has spanned half an era.

"This ...... Is this the strength of the French Volunteer Army? ”

The Boer militia led by Boggs hid far in the woods, watching the bloody massacre, which was no longer a simple war, if the Boers armed with guns were bullying the primitive Zulu tribes, then the French war against the British was just another form of unilateral massacre.

The French taught the Boers a vivid and bloody lesson, and in the face of dense firepower, line infantry was an outdated lethal tactic.

"Sir, shall we join the fight?"

"No, I want to see what the hell these Frenchmen have that they haven't shown."

Boggs waved his hand to stop the intervention in the war, and he said calmly, "If this war is not done, there will be chaos on the London side, and the end result will be either the British send more troops into the war, or we will negotiate peace with the Boers." ”

"Look, sir!"

The soldier pointed his finger ahead, and Boggs followed his finger and saw something incredible.

Then the French volunteers made an even more incredible move, the French, who were originally numerically inferior, actually rushed out of the trenches and rushed towards the British colonial army while shooting.

"Is this crazy? Charging directly towards the British ** team, this is preparing to die? ”

This was originally a war planned by Eugène, and he wanted to make a name for himself in this defense battle, so as to establish his prestige among the French ** team.

"France, forward!"

Eugène could not wait to stand up, he had already seen that the British had lost their morale and were overwhelmed, so he had the bold decision to take the lead in the charge.

Encouraged by Eugène, the other volunteers loaded their bayonets and rushed out of the trenches towards the crushed British lobstermen.

While they were shooting, they charged forward.

The bayonets reflected the cold light in the sun, and the British ** team at this time was already in chaos, and they didn't expect that the number of the other party was less than half of their own.

"No retreat, no retreat!"

Henry Wood executed a few retreating cowards, but more people rushed towards him, and the soldiers at the front line were fleeing for their lives, and they looked at the French as if they saw a group of evil devils, rushing towards them with their teeth and claws.

Henry Wood had dealt with the difficult Zulus and was not yet intimidated by the charge, but he already had a foreboding feeling that the British might lose the war.

"Damn, who are these people? Could it be that the Boers found help from Russia? These people are even more intimidating than the Slavic gray animals! ”

He saw that the soldiers who rushed to the front line did not need to reload after pulling the trigger, but pulled the trigger again, and the muzzle of the gun burst into flames, bullets flew and a British soldier fell directly.

"This is, automatic rifle?"

Henry Wood's eyes widened, he finally understood why the opponent's firepower could suppress him and not raise his head, where was a group of hillbillies who were forced to resist, this is simply the elite army of a country!

He and the guards around him were still fighting hard, but the enemy was getting closer, and they could even faintly hear the shouts from each other's mouths.

Henry Wood raised his revolver and aimed it at the young man who had rushed to the front line.

He seems to be the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.

Like Napoleon in this war.

The commander concentrated his mind and narrowed his eyes to his heart, even if the war was lost, his intuition told him not to let go of the young man in front of him.

At first, he was just a faint sound, like the buzzing of mosquitoes in his ears, but as the soldier approached, the sound became clearer and clearer, like the roar of a train sweeping by.

The tide generally poured into the ears, and only one sentence remained.

Henry Wood's heart pounded, and it was French that he didn't want to admit or didn't want to recognize.

At the moment of distraction, his mind went blank, and his index finger subconsciously pulled the trigger towards the young man who rushed to the front.

At the moment when the trigger sounded, he finally heard the overwhelming shout.

"France, forward!"

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