New Ming Empire mixed in America

Just as Ding Yi and the squad leader were guarding the streets with cigarettes in their mouths, more than seventy mortar shells fell into the streets.

Seeing the shells flying into the street, the squad leader immediately hugged Ding Yi and rolled towards the interior of the house.

"The skill of these artillerymen is really amazing. Look how many of them hit the enemy?"

The squad leader stood up cursing, and the cigarette in his mouth was still intact on his mouth, flying up and down with his swear words.

Ding Yi no longer has the strength of a squad leader. The cigarette fell into his collar when he was avoiding the explosion, and now he is screaming and pulling it out because of the burn.

Ding Yi did not smoke before. Of course, not many people smoke in this era.

But after he was selected into the National Defense Force, he joined a smoking group because he couldn't stand the strange looks from his fellow soldiers.

This kind of cigarettes are produced in factories run by the same group of Chinese who came here as them.

I heard that the cigarette factory had shares in Long Live Lord, so many non-smoking Chinese started smoking in the name of repaying their kindness.

Even Li Mingqi's continuous propaganda on the radio that smoking is harmful to health has not stopped this trend.

Holding the rifle, he followed the squad leader to find a new position and guard the streets to prevent the San Jose rebels from retaking the first barricade.

Those people had already launched two charges just now, but they were beaten back by the National Defense Forces with grenades.

There were densely packed corpses lying on the street, and just one look at them made Ding Yi feel like his scalp was numb.

It's not that grenades are powerful, but because in the current battle, the white men basically charge in a tight formation, so the grenades explode in a large area.

Soon, a large hole was opened in the first barricade with gunpowder packets.

Then more than a dozen big-bodied National Defense Force soldiers rushed in, each pushing a trolley with a steel plate erected in front of it.

But after just a few steps forward, the path was blocked by corpses on the ground.

So the helpless WeDF soldiers took the carts and retreated along the way they came.

Not long after, these National Defense Force soldiers rushed in again, and the steel plate on the wheelbarrow had been tied to their chests.

The steel plate, which was taller than a man, was struck by the lead bullets. The first batch of steel plate Wehrmacht soldiers who came in were directly knocked down by the impact of the lead bullets.

But the Wehrmacht soldiers with steel plates behind them took advantage of this opportunity and rushed in.

Soon, a steel wall made of steel plates appeared on the street, and as more and more Wehrmacht soldiers came in, the steel wall became more and more perfect.

From the beginning, it was all supported by people, and now it is replaced by a frame made of sandbags and wood.

Several rotary machine guns also stretched out from the holes reserved in the steel plate, and then the "click-click" sound of the machine guns rang out on the street.

After seeing this scene, the monitor sat down on the ground and gasped in pain.

The wound on his arm and more than half an hour of fighting had already consumed too much of his energy.

The same goes for Ding Yi. Although he didn't suffer any gunshot wounds, the bruises he got from rolling all over his body made his cheeks twitch in pain.

"Hey, I don't know who came up with Iron Bastard's attention. If the opponent uses artillery, isn't it accurate?"

Although the squad leader was sitting on the ground and gasping in pain, his mouth still smelled so bad that Ding Yi, who was resting next to him, had black lines on his face.

It seemed that the squad leader's crow's beak had an effect. With a loud noise from the opposite side, several steel plates were blown away from the steel wall.

The rotating machine gun that had been firing vigorously just now also flew several meters away due to the impact of the solid shell.

But soon the Napoleon artillery, which fired only one shot, was shot down by the light mortar team that had just arrived.

And with the entry of light mortars that these three people could carry and run, this street was completely in the hands of the National Defense Forces.

There were more than a dozen battles similar to the one on the street where Ding Yi was. After nearly an hour of fighting, the defense line of the National Defense Forces officially entered the urban area of ​​San Jose.

But it was already dark at this time, so the fighting between the two sides gradually stopped, and sporadic gunshots would occasionally be heard.

"We can't be so passive anymore. If we let those Easterners advance little by little, we will lose all the streets sooner or later!"

At midnight, San Jose's City Hall is still brightly lit.

More than a dozen people wearing militia officer uniforms, as well as some congressmen, volunteer leaders and business representatives were arguing fiercely in the conference room.

"I'm not saying not to attack. As you can see, the weapons of those Easterners are much better than ours!"

A militia officer lined up the table to refute the lawmakers' claims.

At the beginning, these officers would patiently analyze the situation and explain the war situation to these congressmen.

Later, they discovered that they were no match for those congressmen with their words, and they were speechless with their big hats pulled down one after another.

Several subsequent useless large-scale counterattacks took place under such circumstances, but apart from leaving hundreds of corpses of San Jose citizens behind, they had no effect whatsoever.

"What I mean is to let those Orientals in. The streets in the center of the city are not the slums in the periphery."

"We can snipe them from the rooftop, or we can light whiskey barrels mixed with kerosene and attack those Orientals. Then their weapons will have no advantage..."

At this time, an older officer rationally gave a feasible plan.

However, his plan was loudly interrupted by a bald congressman.

"Use whiskey? Now San Jose's finances don't have the metal currency to pay for whiskey. Do you want to use those waste papers to buy whiskey?"

"Do you know how much damage we will suffer if we let those Orientals enter the city? There are no factories in the center of the city!"

Another businessman representative also stood up and loudly refuted the officer's proposal.

Moreover, his speech was approved by most of the members, and suddenly the quarrel resounded in the conference room again.

"Mr. Mayor, are you just going to watch them quarrel?"

A relatively sensible middle-aged councilman approached the mayor and asked:

"If we can't think of a way to repel those Easterners, all our property will not be saved. And our family members will also be harmed!"

But the mayor remained indifferent. Anyway, his property was not in San Jose, and his family had been sent to Sacramento by him after the Orientals occupied San Francisco.

Now his plan is to beat those oriental people, if not, he will pat his butt and leave.

As for a political career, let's wait until we can save our lives.

But now the Sacramento militia has begun to gather in Oakland, and San Jose can get reinforcements as long as it withstands for a while, so the mayor really has nothing to worry about now.

He didn't believe that those Easterners could quickly occupy San Jose. His San Jose was not like those weaklings in San Francisco.

The residents here have been firmly bound to the city of San Jose by him using food and inciting them to judge the Easterners captured from various places in the mines.

Besides, there are still many enthusiastic young volunteers in San Jose.

With the mounted police force composed of these people, he would not be afraid of anyone escaping from the battlefield, and those passionate young men would not be merciful.

What's more, there were thousands of black people who were forcibly gathered by him.

After hanging the owner of the weapons factory, these black men were almost all equipped with various types of rifles.

Although there are not many bullets, they are equipped with bayonets...