In the spray of muskets, the screams of human beings before death were intertwined with the sound of bayonets entering the flesh, and this Bosnian tribe with a population of more than a thousand people was no longer much different from the Shura field at this time!

Mondola's command knife had already been inserted back into his waist, and he didn't even need to take the lead in this kind of crushing battle!

After a few volleys, the bravest handful of the Bosnian natives were directly bombarded into flesh and blood gourds by the platoon of guns, and then in the rout, they were slaughtered by hundreds of Indian infantry in black uniforms, like driving away a flock of chickens!

Now that the battle has begun, for the Indian soldiers who do not have much restraint, it is natural to have a 'cool' hand to stop the atrocities!

This is not a native war, thousands of miles away from the hometown of these Indian soldiers, and they have no feelings for these natives!

What's more, the Indians have followed the iron rule of survival of the jungle, this generation of Indians has not faded from the barbaric heart, on the domestic battlefield, due to the strict supervision mechanism, they may be more restrained, but in the Hawaiian Islands......

"Tell the lads below, don't kill them all, the young men and women stay, we still have use later!"

Mondora looked at the corpses rolling down everywhere in the tribe, frowned slightly, and gave another order to the herald beside herald!

Mondora knew very well that the rising soldiers killed on the battlefield, if not restrained, were likely to spread into meaningless slaughter, and Mondora was not here to play a killing game, he was here to grab labor and ...... 'spoils'!

If everyone died, what would he gain?

Glaring at a pile of corpses?!

Mondora's order made those unscrupulous, excited howling Indian soldiers, return to some reason, the soldiers who were pressed down by the bullets of officers at all levels, seeing the trembling Bosnians, the first reaction was no longer based on gender and appearance alone, to decide whether to stab with the gun in their hands or with the gun that straddled down......

The military discipline in the Han army is very strict, if there is disobedience to the orders of the superior officers, or even just a trace of poor implementation, they will be severely punished by the superior officers, and if the circumstances are serious, the officers will directly pull out their guns and kill the soldiers on the spot, there will be no mistakes!

Many Indian soldiers, stupidly put on their pants, with a regretful expression, pulled up the young Bosnian woman on the ground who was covered without even a piece of animal skin, and no matter what the other party's legs and feet, they took bayonets and shouted to escort them to the detention place designated by the officer!

Guarded by a few armed guards, Mondora slowly paced the corpse-strewn Bosnian tribe on the ground, seemingly enjoying the smell of blood and the constant wails in the air. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

War, blood, gunsmoke, booty......

All the violent elements made this Indian veteran, who had experienced several battles, feel intoxicated!

After climbing to this position step by step, he has gradually distorted from the initial fear and complaint of war to yearning and pleasure from his mentality!

Especially when he was the commander of a unit for the first time, the feeling of being in power and deciding the life and death of thousands of people anytime and anywhere made Mondola completely fall into it!

Mondora looked with interest at the concentrated Bosnian captives, and of course, most of his eyes swept around the crowd of women!

At this moment, a non-commissioned officer with poor eyesight interrupted Mondora's interesting selection!

"Sir, we found a place where the elderly and children gathered, and there was ...... in it"

Mondora, who was suddenly interrupted from her thoughts, glanced at the non-commissioned officer impatiently, remembered his appearance in her heart, and replied in a dull tone: "What? Do you want to take in a few orphans to pass on your ancestry? Dispose of them all for me! ”

"But, sir, there are a lot of people in there, and ......"

"My order is to dispose of it, this sergeant, don't you understand Chinese? I don't need to submit a report to the above, and send you back to study it again, the military regulations of the Han Empire! ”

The sergeant shuddered, stood up and said, "Obey, sir!" ”

Mondola didn't pay attention to the pathos and unbearability in the sergeant's eyes, and after he turned to leave, he said to the adjutant and clerk beside him: "You go and check the name of the sergeant just now, and turn around and give me his information, this kind of person is not suitable to stay in a team like ours!" ”

The adjutant next to him responded respectfully and walked out.

This Marine Corps is used as the first batch of colonial troops, and in Zhao Dutian's eyes, it naturally belongs to the category of pathfinder cannon fodder, but even if it is used as cannon fodder, it can't send a group of useless waste to the sea, otherwise the huge amount of materials consumed by the expeditionary fleet will not be wasted?

Therefore, as the first batch of marines to go to sea, a large number of Indian veterans were transferred by the Imperial General Staff to fight bravely and ferociously elites!

Mondora's style of acting, of course, those people in the Imperial Staff know very well, this kind of person who can fight and charge, but does not take human life seriously, the best choice is not to use it to deal with colonial foreigners?

Moreover, the ultimate goal this time is Japan, to deal with the Japanese, Zhao Dutian must agree to the detailed officer transfer report submitted by the General Staff!

It's just that the scum soldiers in this kind of army are not the majority after all, even if the marines have been specially transferred into a lot, but there are still some low-level officers and soldiers in the original part, with some women's kindness, however, the army never influences the direction of operations from the bottom up, as long as the military commander is competent enough!

Mondora is also clear about this, he knows that the upper echelons of the empire are also a little uneasy about their own practices, however, Mondola is also very clear about his advantages, war is never merciful, as long as the empire is still at war, people like himself will never be hidden!

And according to the temperament of the emperor who likes war, the Han Empire is far from permanent peace!

Mondola was confident that as long as he lived to the day when the Imperial military did not need people like him, he would have already achieved his success, and he would enjoy his old age with his savings from many years on the battlefield!

Now he, the most important thing is to perfectly solve the task assigned by the top boss, and firmly grasp the army in his hand, he knows very well that the real battle will not take place in the backward Hawaiian Islands, and the Japanese island is the key to determining his own survival!

Mondora, who understands his position, will do anything in order to survive! (To be continued.) )