New Ming Empire mixed in America

The sudden start of the battle made Joseph Jr. and all the top San Francisco men dumbfounded.

Looking at the mechanical watch on his wrist, little Joseph cried out: "Those damn Orientals are not trustworthy!"

Looking at the block covered by artillery fire from a distance, everyone felt nothing but anger and luck.

If it weren't for them gathering at the city hall to discuss response plans, they would probably be praying in the church right now.

But now looking at the cathedral shrouded in explosions, those who are praying for God's blessing must have been sent to God.

But anger doesn't solve the problem, so these people speed up the discussion.

"I believe you all understand what the Sacramento representatives mean. What they want is war."

"Now we should discuss how to defeat those Easterners..."

At this time, the acting mayor who was pushed onto the stage was interrupted by little Joseph before he could finish his words.

"Defeat those Easterners? With what? Look at the old guns in the hands of the soldiers."

"The Oriental's rifles can be loaded directly from the rear and have no purges, but our soldiers don't even have paper-packed bullets!"

"Look at those Eastern artillery pieces. They can hit the church from across the whole street. But our Napoleon cannons can't even get enough solid bullets!"

Little Joseph's words made all the congressmen present turn red. What is the reason why the Ninth Infantry Regiment is short of guns and artillery now?

Isn't it because these war preparation materials were sold to Dongfang Li at a small discount on the original price?

It can be said that they are responsible for more than half of the artillery shells hitting San Francisco now.

"Stop your complaining, we are now discussing how to face those Orientals!"

A councilman stood up and scolded little Joseph unceremoniously.

The descendants of this groom are just as stupid as his father, who was a groom. If his father hadn't first gone to Los Angeles to provoke those Orientals, they might still be able to earn more now.

How could he be like now, hiding in the city hall waiting for the trial to come?

Of course, nothing can be discussed just by arguing, so the topic of the meeting soon changed from how to defeat the Easterners to what we have to pay to get those Easterners to stop shelling.

But this proposal aroused dissatisfaction among the councilors whose properties were in Church Street, and the quarrel began again.

At this time, little Joseph had already left the city hall.

His only asset was the veterans of the Ninth Infantry Regiment, which numbered less than a thousand.

Joseph Jr. did not regard the black soldiers he recruited as his own at all, and now those guys are lying on Church Street being bombed.

Because he found that it was probably because black people were easier to target. Wherever there were many black soldiers, there would always be special attention from cannonballs or bullets.

So he wisely allowed his direct lineage to be stationed separately from the black soldiers, so after the war started, his prestige in the hearts of the soldiers was greatly improved.

At this time, he has made up his mind not to play with those congressmen. If he is tricked by those people again, he may not even have ashes left.

So now he took his men to the sea and ran to the military fortress on Alcatraz Island in the name of defending the San Francisco Port to the death.

As for how he will defend the San Francisco port with the Alcatraz Island fortress far away from the land, only God knows.

After checking the time, Wang Chuan calmly picked up the walkie-talkie.

"I'm really sorry, Brigadier Sun. The walkie-talkie was hit by a shell just now and I couldn't hear clearly. It's fine now. What did you just say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Laifu's yelling came out on the intercom:

"Well, Wang Chuan, your wings are strong, right? I just shouted for a long time to stop the bombardment, you just pretended not to hear, right?"

"Now the entire front has been bombed by you. What do you want my brothers to do now? Go out and collect the corpses?"

Although Wang Chuan had a smile on his face, there was a hint of grievance in his voice:

"I really didn't hear you just now. The intercom is really broken. Stop the bombardment, right? Stop it now. Just call me when you need it!"

Wang Chuan, who was talking, looked at the artillery shells that were delivered again, and asked with a change of scenery:

"Now that the drawn battle line has been captured, shall we fire a few rounds at the city hall? You are the commander-in-chief, and I have to listen to you in these matters."

After hearing what he said, Sun Laifu almost dropped the walkie-talkie in anger and said:

"Blow up whatever you want. Those people are all fat sheep. If you catch them and grab some water, you can get more research funds for the Royal Research Institute. Don't you want those cannons that shoot straight up?"

When Wang Chuan heard this, he gave up the idea of ​​targeting the local headquarters.

Abandoning the walkie-talkie specially used to communicate with Wang Chuan, Sun Laifu ordered the messengers in the frontline headquarters to issue attack instructions to each company.

Suddenly, the voice of the walkie-talkie in the headquarters started to sound one after another.

In the street next door to Church Street, soldiers of the Second Regiment and Third Company were advancing rapidly under the leadership of the company commander.

Suddenly, a burst of white smoke rose from the window of the house in front, and two soldiers of the third company who were marching quickly fell down.

Seeing the soldier whose helmet had been pierced by bullets and whose air was coming out more than he was taking in, the company commander's eyes quickly flushed with blood.

"Mortar, blow up that house for me. From now on, advance in battle formation. Anyone on the street who can breathe will be shot by me!"

The company commander really didn't expect to encounter the enemy in a non-combat area. He attributed all the responsibility for the two soldiers whose life or death was uncertain to his own lack of caution.

Obviously Long Live Lord has said that people who are not from my race will have different hearts, but he didn't listen to his heart. Now it's better, two soldiers were lost before they even got close to the battle area.

Seeing the two soldiers being carried down by the white puppet soldiers wearing red sleeves, the company commander felt a little sweat for them in his heart.

At this time, the third company's mortars also fired, and four shells drew an arc and flew towards the target.

The last two shells hit successfully, one shell missed the house next door, and the other blasted a big hole in the street.

Seeing the six black men with guns running out of the house just now, the company commander ordered: "Machine gun fire!"

Suddenly, the six rotating machine guns assembled in the third company began to show their power.

Today's rotary machine guns have changed from hand-cranked to electric.

A battery that could be used in an electric vehicle was carried on the back of the machine gun shooter.

The rotating machine gun with the bracket was quickly placed. The ammunition hand placed the ammunition box next to it and put one end of the canvas ammunition chain in the ammunition box into the machine gun's ammunition supply port.

Then the main shooter squeezed the firing handle on the machine gun, which was modified from a car brake.

Then the bullets from the minigun swept toward the black soldiers in the distance like a metal storm.

The company commander was also furious. There were only six enemies. No matter how you looked at it, they couldn't use the rotating machine gun.

But on the battlefield, no matter how weird the behavior is, what does it mean to shoot six enemy soldiers with six rotating machine guns?

In less than ten seconds, six black soldiers were already lying on the ground.

When the soldiers of the Third Company continued to advance and passed by them, they discovered that a lucky enemy soldier had only had his limbs broken.

As for why this guy with his limbs broken was sent to see God by the soldiers of the Third Company for resisting with arms...

We can only sigh that black people are really born athletes.