Adolf was finally fooled, and the current Europeans have no contact with China. And now the Manchus who have won the Sheji are not so cunning. Can you expect a group of white men who have not been exposed to orthodox inherited battlefield strategies not to be deceived by 21st-century soldiers who are proficient in the 36 tactics and modern military command techniques? Seeing that the enemy artillery had finally gathered together, the artillery of the escort team immediately began to move.

With the formal exchange of fire near the trenches, Adolf and the others shifted their attention to the vicinity of the trenches. This left the artillerymen with an opportunity to take advantage of the last shells that were hidden, which they quickly loaded into the artillery. One of the adjutant remembered, glanced at the artillery position of the convoy with a monocular, which was not at all convenient, and just saw the artillerymen stuffing solid shells into the artillery. The adjutant was horrified and let out a roar of rage.

"The artillery is scattered!

"Boom!"

The adjutant let the artillery disperse in order to reduce casualties. But I didn't expect that it didn't have much effect. They were two hundred meters away from the artillery, and with the sound of the artillery's fire, they could not be heard at all. Instead, the people around him were startled, and they looked back at him with frightened faces one by one. As soon as the adjutant finished speaking, the convoy artillery fired, and the last thirty rounds of solid shells plus 60 mm mortar shells covered the remaining enemy artillery at once.

After a burst of gunpowder dust, only two or three small cannons survived. More than twenty lucky artillerymen stood in place with a sluggish face, the dust stirred up in their faces, and the scattered minced meat, all of them could not help but bend over and vomit.

"Well done artillery, soldiers, the enemy is out of artillery, hold on a little longer, and we will be saved!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Lin was single-minded, on the one hand, the pistol kept fighting, and one enemy died under his gun, and on the other hand, he was also paying attention to the situation on the entire battlefield. As soon as he saw that the enemy's artillery was completely annihilated, Xiao Lin shouted happily, although his own artillery was also exhausted and could not continue the attack, but at least the infantry did not have to worry about being shot by the enemy's artillery. Since its birth, artillery has been the god of the battlefield, and even if it is a backward front-loading gun, it is also a huge deterrent to people.

When the fighters heard Xiao Lin's prompt, they naturally looked at it. Although there were no telescopes, the scattered enemy artillery positions could still be seen. All the fighters breathed a sigh of relief, with a little joy, answered loudly, and then continued to aim at the enemy for accurate shooting. Even if it takes twice as long to aim, the rate of fire is not comparable to that of a Hessian mercenary with a front-loading gun. More than a thousand people, just like that, were blocked in front of the first line of defense by the fighters of the Three Hundred Night Owl Special Reconnaissance Battalion.

Seeing that if it continues to be consumed like this, the casualties of your own side will be unbearable. Adolf thought to himself that instead of being shot by the enemy like this, it would be better to rush forward and have a melee fight, because they are numerous, and there is a numerical advantage in melee combat. Moreover, as long as he can engage the enemy in close combat and put an end to continuous fire, he can send out the most elite cavalry. As long as the cavalry charges, the enemy is guaranteed to be defeated. So, on Adolf's orders, the Hessian mercenaries began to take bayonets.

Xiao Lin naturally saw the enemy's movements, and he was not afraid of the enemy in close combat. Because they have melee weapons, submachine guns and pistols, and until now, there are still twenty or thirty rounds of ammunition in each gun, which is not completely useless. And the military spurs of the Yanhuang Type 1 rifle are also more advanced than those of these Hessian mercenaries. The military spurs on the brown bass muskets used by the Hessian mercenaries can only be regarded as the first generation of military stabs.

Military spurs, generally prismatic, with blood grooves, the blade is not reflective, can be directly installed on the gun, can be folded and put away or removed for use. The focus of the military spur is on the thorn, so the front end will be very sharp, and the front end contact surface will be very narrow, which is easy to stab. Hence the name "stab" instead of "knife". Its cutting edge should be sharp enough, but it should also have enough hardness, and the blade should also have the right strength and toughness. The razor is sharp, but cutting something slightly harder will become dull due to a lack of hardness.

The bayonets used by the Hessian mercenaries were even inferior to those used by the French today. It was a thirty-in-long cone, fixed in a small circle of iron. Usually it is put in the bag, and when it is used, it is taken out, stuffed out of the barrel, stuck, and then you can start attacking. In this way, the whole gun reaches a length of about 1.95 meters (the gun is 62.5 inches long), and the military spur is opened on the body of the gun in a circle, and the length is inevitably a little less.

The Yanhuang Type 1 rifle, because it had to adapt to the size of the white man and reduce the manufacturing requirements, only reached 1.3 meters in length, which was no more than the 62.5 inches, about 1.59 meters of brown bass. Xiao Lin naturally also knew that in order to make up for this shortcoming, Xiao Lin equipped everyone with a 50-centimeter ultra-long military thorn, made of rail steel, with a width of 12 centimeters, which looked very much like a miniature version of the Tang knife, with blood grooves on both sides, once stabbed, with the medical conditions of white people in this era, they would never survive.

If the soldiers of the escort were stabbed by their army, as long as they were in time, it would be fine. The difference in length of more than ten centimeters is actually good for the soldiers of the escort team. It's too factory, and it can't be used at all in the trenches of 1.9 meters. Sholin asked all the soldiers who had no bullets to load their bayonets, and the soldiers took out their bayonets, snapped into the slots under the muzzles of their rifles, closed the iron buckles, and the bayonets were locked in one fell swoop, much better than the Hessian mercenaries.

Seeing these warriors, Shawlin's made me even bigger. The company's food treatment is not comparable to the food of the Hessian mercenaries. Every meal of rice is enough, the meat and vegetables are evenly matched, the army also has eggs and fruits, and the Bayern and Indians who were originally yellow and thin will be fattened by this food not long after joining the company. With good food and ample training, the warriors were all muscular men, and at first glance they were taller than the thin white man opposite.

The Hessian mercenaries set up their bayonets and began to charge, the terrain was not large, and they could only approach slowly. Seeing the right moment, Xiao Lin let the submachine guns and pistols fire in a big wave, and all the bullets were poured out, and the enemy suffered nearly two hundred casualties again. Pistols and submachine guns without bullets were put away, and the fighters also picked up sapper shovels, one in each hand, and used them as axes and war hammers.

"Rush!"

The Hessian mercenary jumped down from the trench with a roar, and before he could see the man in front of him, a bayonet or a sapper shovel was already waving. The narrow trenches that Xiao Lin had dug because of lack of time had now become their advantage. The Hessian mercenaries jumped in, unable to turn around because the weapon in their hands was too long. And the soldiers of the 1st Battalion and the Night Stalkers, whether they were holding Yanhuang 1-style rifles or sapper shovels, moved freely in the trenches.

Even, there were many Hessian mercenaries, who were blocked by the spears of their comrades, and could only stand behind and watch their comrades being killed. From the very beginning of the white-knuckle battle, because of the terrain, the Hessian mercenaries fell into a disadvantage. Inside the trenches, the screams of Hessian mercenaries being stabbed could be heard at every moment. Adolf was furious, these fools, how could they be so stupid when they were fighting. If you have to jump into the trenches one by one to die, you don't know if you don't have to go down together.

Half of the men went into the trenches and entangled the enemy, unable to shoot. The other half of them stood on top of the trench and fired at the enemy inside. With such an action, the enemy simply could not resist for long. Adolf didn't expect that his subordinates were beaten out of real fire. More than 400 people were killed by enemy shooting, all brothers. Never before have they suffered such huge losses in a battle where they fought more with less. This made the Hessian mercenaries, who were known for their strong army, very angry, and as soon as the anger rose, people who no longer had brains had to become stupid.

Adolf had no choice but to send his cavalry, and the angry Adolf also rode his war horse to follow the charge, ready to take down the enemy in one fell swoop. Naturally, he said that he was not allowed to continue jumping into the trenches, and that he would shoot with a short fire and then engage in close combat. Adolf didn't notice that the convoy artillery had welcomed a group of people wearing the same uniforms. At the most critical moment, Babu finally arrived with two charges. When he heard the gunshots stop before, he was almost scared to death, and he was very afraid that Xiao Lin would be gone.

Frightened, all of them exerted their strength to feed, and they rode in five minutes for ten minutes. Seeing that none of the fighters had lost much, Babu breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling that the charging platoon was going forward, the artillerymen naturally removed the shells from the ten three-wheeled bicycles, and the mortars were the first to fire, and it was a rapid fire at the charging cavalry. This time there were plenty of shells, and the artillerymen could do it vigorously. Ten shells went down, the cavalry formation was completely disrupted, and more than a hundred people were gone.

Guided by mortars, the Báb also saw the presence of cavalry. With two charging platoons, he bypassed the fierce trenches of the white-knuckle battle and came to the side to wait for the arrival of the cavalry. When the cavalry accelerated to ninety meters to them, the Báb immediately gave the order.

"Shoot!"

The fighters held on to the trigger of the Type 17 pistol, which was almost fired by them at the rate of fire of a Type 5 or 6 submachine gun. Sixty-one semi-automatic firepower was a major blow to the cavalry that had gathered again. One by one, the cavalrymen were hit by 7.62 mm pistol bullets, fell off their galloping horses, and were trampled into meat sauce by the horses behind. Adolf continued to suppress the speed of the war horse under his crotch, but he still became the front team.

A few bullets flew over, Adolf himself was fine, the war horse died. Under the huge kinetic energy, Adolf and the war horse rolled together, and finally were directly stunned by the war horse.