In an instant, hundreds of shells rained down from the sky and spread all over the land like raindrops, kicking up dust and carrying away the soil, leaving behind potholes in the ground.

The French fortress was bombed even more horribly, the openings were blown down, and the people inside were crushed to death.

To make matters worse, the entire fortress collapsed, and hundreds of people who had not yet woken up were crushed to death, and the corpses and wreckage merged into one. The only way to describe the extent of this battle can only be the tragedy.

The continuous artillery fire hit the French positions, and the smoke became thicker and thicker on the ground, and even Coust, who was at the front of the riverbank, could not see clearly.

He guessed that the French would not be able to see themselves clearly.

After watching several daredevils swimming on the surface of the water reach the opposite shore, they watched them bare-chested and use bullets and bayonets to carve out a path of life.

As the fire on the opposite shore waned, Custer was convinced that they had succeeded, and ordered his men to quickly set about building pontoon bridges while slightly reducing the intensity of the bombardment.

But when he faintly saw the outline of the machine gun from the positions of the French, he could not sit still.

"Let the Heavy open fire, wherever you want, just keep them down!"

Kuster said anxiously. Apparently he was worried about the machine gun, and even though the battlefield was foggy, it was difficult for both sides to distinguish between friend and foe.

However, the transmission of verbal messages was no faster than the flying of bullets, and before the herald could take a few steps, a series of rapid and terrifying whistling sounds pierced the sky were heard on the opposite side.

Fortunately, the fog was hazy, and it was difficult for the machine guns on the opposite side to hit.

Couster could not see the movements of the French army and death squads, let alone know if they were suppressed, so he could only pray for their good luck.

The sound of cannon fire gradually drowned out the roar of the machine guns, but it didn't stop long before the sound of machine guns came from the same place again.

Even if there is no machine gun sound in place, there will always be the same sound in other places to fill these vacancies.

Kuster had to admire those French, and the admiration in his heart came spontaneously. It was their blood that bought precious time, but that was the end of it.

He looked back at the river, where the pontoon bridge was almost finished.

Although the quality is extremely poor, even a few simple rafts are connected, and the feet on them will be soaked with water, and even if there is no external force, they will run back and forth, making it difficult to believe that they can survive.

But as long as you can pass people, there are not many requirements.

The rest of the daredevils quickly gathered, dispersed in front of the pontoon, and crossed the pontoon bridge in several groups.

There were dozens of people in each group, and the weight of the rudimentary pontoons was unbearable, and the rafts, which had appeared to have a shallow draft, were so deflected so much that even their ankles were submerged in the water.

There were about twelve groups back and forth, and the pontoon bridge was finally overwhelmed, and one of the joints collapsed, breaking into the river from the center.

The rest of the men could not get across, so Kuster told them to wait for a new pontoon bridge to be built, and by the way, they used machine guns on the shore to support the friendly troops who had already crossed the river in front.

After Kuster greeted him, he once again focused his gaze on the other side of the river, where the guns were constantly ringing.

As the smoke cleared, he was able to get a glimpse of what was behind him.

After the bombardment, there is only one word to describe the position: miserable.

There were incomplete corpses all over the place, which was not bad, and Custer could still see that it was human.

More often than not, the smashed pieces of flesh that had been blown up and mixed in the dirt were indistinguishable, and only the stark streaks of bare blood proved that they were not animals to be slaughtered.

There were also incomplete human internal organs that were also blown to shreds, and an indescribably complex stench hovered over the position, and the surviving soldiers had to cover their mouths and noses to continue fighting.

A cursory count shows that at least four hundred people were killed in this shelling.

But Kuster doesn't think so, the French have at least 20,000 people here, except for the more than 10,000 who are still resisting and those who are definitely dead, the rest may be crushed and scattered, and the white mist floating in the sky may be their corpses.

To be able to achieve such an achievement, we have to mention the giant cannon behind him.

Kuster frowned and looked back, his eyes mixed with the murky night sky. The sky, which had been glorious to a magnificence for a few hours before, was now a formidable darkness under the endless artillery fire.

He pulled out the saber at his waist, the previous golden knife had been broken by him, but the knife was nothing more than ceremonial and far less practical than the single-edged curved knife in his hand, which was made of extremely high-quality high-carbon steel.

Kuster was about to open his mouth, but suddenly hesitated. Looking back at the soldiers staring at him behind him, his eyes all revealed perseverance and confidence.

Even if the terrifying sound of the steel knife coming out of its sheath is terrifying, it is still effective against the enemy. Even though the sky was gloomy, the morale of the soldiers behind him was not eroded in the slightest, and it was still as high as ever.

After making up your mind, turn around and keep an eye on the newly created wide pontoon. He raised his saber, then pointed its tip toward the opposite bank, and shouted:

"Long live victory! Charge! ”

"Hooray!"

"God forbid!"

Kuster only said one sentence, and there was a lot of echo behind him. Each rushed out of the battle shouting passionate slogans.

They were even faster than the trumpeters beside Kuster, and before they could sound the trumpet to send the warriors to their end, they stepped onto the pontoon bridge and rushed to the opposite shore with all their might. This pontoon bridge is far wider and smoother than the previous one.

And after the trumpet sounded, more people were called up, and those who were far away from Custer could not hear his orders clearly at the first time, and only understood when the trumpet sounded.

With a sigh of relaxation, Kuster returned to silence, his telescope clasped out of his red, swollen eye sockets.

As soon as the French saw the Germans charge, they responded with heavy bullets.

Bullets filled the entire battlefield, like a majestic downpour from the sky; It is like a sharp iron needle that destroys withering and decaying and rises from the ground. Shoot straight at the people on the pontoon.

The Germans who charged first were lucky, almost none of the machine guns hit them, most of them quickly entered the corner, and only those who attacked at the sound of the trumpet, or who attacked slowly, were hit.

"Got me that machine gun!"

Kuster roared. His hand slammed against the steel wall in front of him, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, he was overwhelmed by the irrepressible anger in his heart.

After a few seconds, several loud bangs, and finally the sound of the machine gun was no longer heard.

Kuster breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly, a red flare rose from the sky, illuminating the dark night.

It was agreed in advance, as soon as the daredevils took the fortress, they would shoot a flare and walk directly out of the gap.

Kuster relaxed, closed his eyes, and finally collapsed to the ground weakly like broken log.

It was already noon the next day when they woke up, and the Germans who arrived after them searched for a morning, but they couldn't see the daredevils who opened the way for them.

They originally wanted to invite them to a celebration banquet, but they didn't know that these daredevils had already infiltrated the territory of the French army.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, it is desolate and miserable, with no end in sight. Only the crumbling ramparts and endless craters on the shore record the horror of the war.