On the first day of the offensive, Wu Sangui planned to crush the Zhangxi people with saturated artillery bombardment. He knew that time was not on his side. The Ming army was landing on the east coast, but he couldn't stop it. All his strength is now under Zhangxi City.

Queen Zhangxi saw the power of anti-aircraft guns and was overjoyed to see the huge airships shot down by those anti-aircraft guns. But she didn't rejoice long before the overwhelming cannonballs smashed.

The fire of the direct-fire artillery was still able to withstand it, after all, there were huge stone walls built over generations. But those heavy rockets are simply nightmarish existences.

Every time a heavy rocket landed in the city, Queen Zhangxi felt the ground being beaten. With the smoke flying into the air, there were not only stumps and broken arms, but even big living people with teeth and claws.

With just one shell, a two-story building can be destroyed. The people who hide in the building have absolutely no chance of survival. The most terrifying thing is the shock wave after the bomb explodes, and after the explosion of a heavy rocket, it can even kill people from a distance of 100 meters.

The densely populated city of Zhangxi [ ] fell into hell all at once. Looking down from the tall building where Queen Zhangxi was located, people poured into the streets, desperately running and shouting. After the violent explosion, a group of people disappeared. After a while, the sky began to "crackle" down and smash people's hands, feet, heads and other corpse fragments.

The Zhangxi people believed too much in the successful construction of the volcanic rock wall for generations, and did not organize the escape of civilians in advance. Even in order to investigate the spies, he specially closed the city gate for a few days.

Many innocent Zhangxi people were hanged on the city wall by their own people. The crow on the corpse flew away, scared away by the sound of cannonballs. Intact corpses were hit by shells and turned directly into pieces. The crow liked it, after all, such pieces were easier to eat.

Queen Zhangxi closed her eyes in pain, it was too late to open the city gates. Besides, the gates of the city should not be opened, and if the gates were opened, the Indians would pour in like a tidal wave. The consequences are much more terrible than the shelling now. It is estimated that few people in Zhangxi will survive!

The only thing that can be counted on now is the legendary Ming reinforcements. But the reinforcements of the Ming Dynasty are not even a shadow.

Queen Zhangxi knew in her heart that if the Zhangxi people did not shed their last drop of blood, they would not appear. After all, in today's Indian states, apart from Mumbai, only Zhangxi is the most powerful.

The Ming people planned from the beginning to let them fight to lose both. It's a pity that those fools actually helped Da Ming put pressure on him. For that little bit of good? I don't even want my life.

See it yourself? But under pressure, I had to give in. Poor Zhangsi, poor India? After this horrific massacre? I'm afraid I'll never be able to return to the glory of my ancestors.

Wu Sangui, who was almost bleeding from the corner of his eye, held a telescope and watched the orange flames bloom on the city wall. Is that black volcanic rock really indestructible? The cannon fired directly, but it could only make a small hole.

What made Wu Sangui even more annoyed? Those walls look uneven? In fact, there are many facets. Shells hit it, and most of the time ricochets occur.

Watching the shells continue to explode in the air, Wu Sangui hated it even more.

The airship was killed, and the artillery fire was not a problem. What can you count on now? It can only be planted with explosives.

Three elite Gurkha soldiers? Rushed up with the explosives bag. They worked so hard that they rolled in and leaped forward. Cross-cover rushed towards the walls, and just as they were about to rush under the walls, a dozen grenades were thrown from the walls.

And then...... There is no then.

Three Gurkha soldiers, covered in shrapnel, lay in pools of blood and convulsed.

And then the second echelon? Or three people. They were even more agile than the three of them just now, and they jumped and jumped in between? Constantly dodging the shots on the walls. These guys who survived the battlefield have an unusual perception of firearms.

Super sentient? It even allows them to dodge bullets.

Unfortunately, they didn't make it to the city gates. Just the three of them? When it was only more than thirty meters away from the city gate. One of them stepped on a mine? It's a serial mine. A mine exploded? More than a dozen mines exploded in the vicinity.

Shrapnel flew through the air, and flesh and blood were flipped into the air. As they fell, their bodies hit other mines on the side. The body turned into a lot of small pieces, and the small pieces of corpses hit the mine and exploded, and were blown into smaller pieces.

In this way, the corpse kept shattering. Finally, until the point where the mines could not be suppressed!

Wu Sangui looked at all this in front of him and sighed in his heart. People are too small in war, and the things that used to change the tide of war by relying on personal bravery are gone.

"Command all cannons to attack the city gates, and don't believe that their city gates are also made of volcanic rock." Wu Sangui had red eyes and pointed to the gate of Zhangxi City.

The cannon immediately changed its aim, attacking the gates instead of the useless walls.

A gate made of wood cannot be as strong as volcanic rock. After only a dozen shots, the city gate was blown to pieces. Seeing the gates open, the Indians let out a deafening cheer.

The trumpets sounded, and three thousand Indian soldiers began to storm the city gates in a frenzy. As long as you rush through the city gate, not only will there be officials, but there will also be a reward of ten silver coins. Ten silver coins is enough for ordinary people to live for a year.

When they rushed to the distance of the rifles, the rifles on the head of the city began to fire. The Indians set up heavy machine guns on this side and began to strafe and suppress the city. The bullets hit the debris of the volcanic rock wall all over the place, let alone straighten up and shoot, even if you look at the probe, you will be blown off the head by the bullets.

Soon the mortars followed, and with a curvilinear trajectory as the advantage of the mortars, the gunners began to bombard the top of the wall with precision. The rate of fire of the mortars was terrifying, and the shells were almost falling in droves.

This time, even if you don't show your head, the shrapnel of the mortar will be beaten into a sieve.

The men on the walls were completely suppressed, and the Indian soldiers were charging unscrupulously. Everything shows that Zhang Xicheng is about to be breached.

The first Indian soldier kicked the remaining fragments of the city gate and strode in. This guy was very happy in his heart, after all, Wu Sangui had promised. The first person to enter the city was promoted to the third rank, and there was a bounty of one hundred silver coins.

A hundred silver coins, this is a fortune. This Indian soldier can't help but be proud of his super running ability.

Pride lasted less than a minute, passing through the black hole and the black smoke of the city gate. He had come to Zhangxi City, and then ...... Then he saw the muzzle of the black hole.

Momojiro's eyes are full of killing intent, and the most amiable person on weekdays will become murderous on the battlefield. It's not okay to be dissatisfied with the murderous spirit, either you die or I live on the battlefield.

"Shoot!" Momojiro is highly promoted. The two remaining Makqin heavy machine guns, which were withdrawn yesterday, immediately spat out fiery snakes.

A company of Indian soldiers who had just rushed in couldn't hide in the hole in the city gate, and there was no way to avoid it, and they were beaten to the point of flesh and blood. The Zhangxi soldiers who were ambushed on both sides of the caves at the city gate pulled grenades and threw them inside. The Indian soldiers, who tried to lie down in vain, were disemboweled by grenades.

The successive shots made the corpses stacked in the cave of the city gate. Eventually, the corpse formed a new gate. Under the command of Wang Dalong, the Zhangxi people also threw several layers of barbed wire on the corpse mountain.

At this time, the corpses of Indian soldiers became bunkers. It's not ordinary for outsiders to climb in.

The successive attacks failed, and in less than an hour, more than half of the 3,000 Indians were lost. The rest of the people ran back as they should, and these people were already frightened crazy by the bloody and terrifying scene.

They couldn't speak, they just waved their hands and ran back. Turning a deaf ear to the shouts coming from the Indian positions, all they could think about was to run, and the farther away from this hellish place, the better.

"Suddenly", "suddenly", "suddenly", "suddenly", "suddenly", "suddenly", "suddenly" ......!

Ten heavy machine guns were lined up, and bullets were poured down on the routs like water. Now that they have broken down mentally, it is unlikely that they can be expected to fight anymore. Then give full play to the last residual heat, and be a baby for everyone to see, what is the end of the rout.

Ten heavy machine guns fought for more than ten minutes, and there was no one standing in front of the position.

"The enemy is present, those who advance live, and those who retreat die! Those who break through Zhangxi City will be promoted to three levels and rewarded with 1,000 silver coins. Wu Sangui gave an order with a pale face. Just let people die, but don't give people benefits, if you do too much, there will be problems.

The truth of slapping and then giving a sweet date, Wu Sangui still knows.

A morning passed, and there was no progress in the fighting, except for more than 3,000 killed. Wu Sangui estimated that the casualties of the Zhangxi people were much greater than his. After all, there were so many powerful rockets fired into the city. In Wu Sangui's eyes, war is that there is no difference between civilians and soldiers.

Anyone who stands in opposition to them is an enemy, whether they want it or not.

"Damn it!" Someone brought a roast leg of lamb, and the battle was like this, and even if there was dragon meat, it couldn't be eaten. Wu Sangui casually stuffed the leg of mutton to Wu Lao Er, and looked at the map drawn by the meticulous work and was ruthless.

In the west of Zhangxi City, the Zhangxi people took advantage of the truce to begin to clean up the bombed streets and the casualties on the city walls.

Heavy rockets are so powerful that a single shell can kill a quarter of a street. The casualties are even more difficult to count, and the surviving relatives ran to the rubble under the rubble, in a vain attempt to dig out the relatives buried below with their bare hands. Although there is little hope for these people to survive, it is already very small.

There are people like ants on the streets, and Queen Zhangxi also brings people to participate in it.

The scene on the streets was miserable, but it was even worse on the city walls.

Hundreds of soldiers were shot in the head. Headless corpses, lined up on the city wall, waiting for the people to carry them down. These were brave soldiers who risked their lives to poke out their heads and shoot them when the city was blocked by heavy machine guns.

This shot may or may not have hit the enemy. But their lives will always be fixed in this moment.

Even worse were the wounded soldiers who were missing arms and legs from mortar shells. They were in the corners of the city walls, screaming and wailing loudly. The sound was so terrible that even the crows that flew over to get something to eat scared away.

In one morning, the civilian casualties of the Zhangxi people reached 1,400. As a defending side, this casualty figure is disastrous.

In the afternoon, the Indians went on the offensive. This time, they are no longer attacking the gates. Instead, he made a ladder and prepared to climb to the top of the city in the most primitive way.

Heavy machine guns were still covering below, and mortars were still bombarding the city below. The Indians carried the ladder and rushed towards the black volcanic rock wall with a "whoop" and "whoop" under the pressure of the heavy machine guns behind them.

The ladder was erected on the wall, and the Indian soldiers began to climb the wall. Wherever the battlements were found with Indian ladders outcropping, grenades would be thrown down.

Soon there will be screams and grenade explosions coming from below, every now and then. This section of the wall will also be heavily cared for by mortars, as the shells fall. The screams and explosions spread as well.

Zhang Xiren also tried his best to kill his city for his own city. They knew that the end of the city was the slaughter of the Zhangxi people. Instead of being killed like a dog, it's better to fight for it.

Standing on the high platform, Queen Zhangxi watched with tears in her eyes as her people resisted Wu Sangui's invasion. A wave of people rushed to the walls, threw a few grenades, and the mortars would have taken them out. Then another group of people would continue to rush up the walls, and their lives would only be shorter than the meteors' existence.

Wu Sangui also stood and watched the battle, and the Indians learned to be obedient. Only two people were sent to erect a ladder, and as long as the ladder was erected, mortars would bombard the area.

It is not uncommon to see people flying with mortar shells, and many of them fall under the city. The Indian soldiers pounced on those who were not yet dead, and slapped them with bayonets. By the time the British company commander wanted to come over and drink, the man had already turned into a hornet's nest.

This is how the hatred is formed, and perhaps the two parties did not know each other before, or even met. But if you represent Mumbai, he represents Zhangxi is enough to explain everything.

The battle began to change to the eyes of the fighting heart, and at the same time to the war of attrition. Each time, the Zhangxi people were able to blow up the Indians who were in the clouds. Correspondingly, the Zhangxi people at the head of the city will also be blown to pieces by the cannonballs that fall into the sky.

Human life is like a mustard here, and the young man who was still alive and well just now became a few large pieces of his body that were not related to each other in an instant.

"Night Raid! The Zhangxi people only have an army of 28,000 people in total, and if they fight them one by one, they have to take Zhangxi City to Lao Tzu. Wu Sangui shouted frantically.

Before the battle began, he had sent his subordinates to scout carefully. Even the drawings of Zhang Xicheng were drawn and made into a sand table.