New Ming Empire mixed in America

Wehrmacht soldiers lay down in the half-dug trenches and kept shooting at the black soldiers.

When the weapon is dominant, free fire is like a massacre when encountering enemies with line tactics.

Every time the Wehrmacht soldiers pulled the bolts of their guns, many of the enemy soldiers coming across from them in neat formations to the sound of snare drums would fall to the ground without saying a word.

The lead bullet will deform immediately after being struck into the body. Although the penetration power is very weak, it is very effective when stopped. Being hit in the torso is almost a death sentence.

Because even if they are lucky enough not to be hit in their vital organs, the subsequent lead poisoning and poor surgical environment will send them to see God.

The difference is that one died very peacefully, while the other died in pain and struggle.

At this distance, the black soldiers' volleys were basically inaccurate.

If you want to aim at an enemy more than 300 meters away... to be honest, the crosshair might be bigger than a person.

Not to mention that the Wehrmacht soldiers were still lying in the trenches. Except for a few particularly unlucky soldiers who were hit, the rest were unhurt.

The distance between the two sides was still close, but at this time the morale of the black soldiers had dropped to the bottom due to the continuous attacks by the National Defense Force soldiers.

After seeing the opponent's formation becoming chaotic and stagnant, Sun Laifu issued new orders to each squad through the intercom.

"Stop firing, stop firing, let those Kunlun slaves take a few steps forward, and the machine guns will start firing again within 150 meters!"

As Sun Laifu's order was issued, the gunfire on the Wehrmacht battlefield slowly stopped.

If the battlefield was not close to the sea and the wind was strong, the smoke after shooting would be enough to give the soldiers of the National Defense Forces a headache.

This is one of the reasons why in this era, the two sides have to get close before shooting.

Of course, the bigger reason is that the accuracy of the weapons at that time was not high, and the hit rate could only be obtained by relying on quantity at long distances.

In the originally chaotic black army, two officers were arguing fiercely. You read that right, they were arguing on the battlefield.

"Our casualties are too great. We should retreat first to look for opportunities. I think if we were here, those Easterners would not dare to continue attacking the Cape Fort Fortress."

A black company commander shouted excitedly at the commander.

The company he led had suffered heavy casualties in the shooting fired by the National Defense Forces soldiers just now.

You must know that these people are composed of his relatives and friends.

Just now, his company only had time to fire one salvo, and then the black officer's relatives lost more than two-thirds.

Of course, the reason why he was so excited was not the huge funeral expenses in the future. It was because the white-skinned commander in front of him did not allow his company to retreat to the back for repairs.

How is this possible? If he continues to fight, he will really become an orphan.

"Do you know what will happen if you disobey your commander's orders on the battlefield?"

The white commander was so angry that his hands shook. This idiot actually quarreled with him for the sake of convenience and made the soldiers stop on the battlefield, directly blocking the advance route of the soldiers behind him.

This battlefield is not an open area, and the rugged terrain makes it difficult for all soldiers to deploy.

"Didn't you hear that the gunfire from the other side has almost stopped? Now you should lead the soldiers and rush forward to fight, instead of standing here like a fool waiting for the other side to reload their bullets!"

"My brothers have done a good enough job, so you should send them back to the back and let the second row come up!"

The black company commander was still arguing, speaking a long list of words quickly and steadily, making his white superior feel a little ashamed.

"Commander, notify the second platoon company to continue moving forward. If you find any soldiers who are stagnant, you can kill them on the spot!"

Following the commander's order, the snare drum was beaten again, and all the troops began to move forward again.

After the black soldiers in the first row were shot dead several times by their own people, they obediently started to move forward again.

Fortunately, during this period, the Easterners were still loading bullets and did not continue shooting, otherwise they would have collapsed long ago.

After firing two more volleys, the black soldiers had entered the best range of the rotating machine gun.

Pulling out the pistol from his waist, Sun Laifu fired two shots at the enemy on the opposite side, shouting "fire".

Different from what was shown in the movie, after Sun Laifu fired two shots, the enemy more than 100 meters away did nothing, which made him somewhat embarrassed.

However, the sound of his gunfire was the signal to launch an attack, and there was no need to use a walkie-talkie to notify. The platoon commanders of each platoon on the position gave the order to fire.

Suddenly, the entire position rang out with the distinctive "click-click" sound of the rotating machine gun.

The rotating rifles that have now been equipped to the platoon level make the firepower of the Wehrmacht ridiculously strong. The hail of death bullets like whips whips back and forth on the enemy's ranks.

The black soldiers in the second row were suddenly horrified to find that their comrades in front were being swept down like wheat.

However, this kind of panic went away just as quickly as it came, and it didn't take long for this kind of panic to appear on the faces of the black soldiers in the third row.

Because the falling speed of their comrades in front of them obviously could not keep up with the shooting speed of bullets. As a result, some corpses had been shot with four or five bullets after they fell completely.

"Attention mortar team, I order now, fire!"

Sun Laifu's words were conveyed to the company commanders of each company through the intercom.

Soon, mortar shells flew into the crowd of black soldiers.

To be honest, Sun Laifu had no choice but to put these people in front of him and then fire. Theoretically, these light mortars equipped by the National Defense Forces can effectively hit the enemy at a distance of 800 meters.

This is certainly true, but with the current artillery technology of the IDF, it is no longer easy to carry out precise bombing at close range.

Every explosion in the queue of black soldiers was accompanied by the bodies of four or five soldiers being torn apart by shrapnel and steel balls.

The black army of more than 2,000 people was reduced by a quarter in just a few minutes, and the number of deaths was rising exponentially.

Their commander had already fled with his guards when the first round of mortar shells exploded.

I thought that the other side had no artillery like myself, but who knew that the other side actually had a hidden weapon? This is simply crazy.

The biggest difference between having fire bubbles and not having artillery is the morale bonus. The morale of soldiers who don't have artillery will drop faster. This is an eternal truth.

So when the cannon sounded, he knew that he had lost.

It wasn't just the officers who started running away on the battlefield, the soldiers standing in the last row ran faster.

After hearing the continuous explosions in front of them, these soldiers turned around and ran away without even throwing away their rifles.

But they didn't run very far before they were overwhelmed by the shells fired by the heavy artillery regiment that had just arrived from further away.

Wang Chuan's heavy artillery regiment was not comparable to the unprofessional gunners of the National Defense Forces. These professional artillerymen, taught step by step by the Jin Yiwei who had tested the guns, had excellent accuracy.

The enemy commander rushed left and right and ran out for dozens of meters before he was hit by a thigh-thick mortar shell.

Before the shell exploded, he had already gone to see God.

The bombing from the Type 130 mortar was very terrifying. After two rounds of three rapid fire rounds, almost all the black soldiers were lying on the ground.

The few remaining very lucky guys were still standing there blankly, having forgotten to escape.

Only after the shelling stopped did these people react and started shouting like crazy. They were frightened.

In fact, they were not the only ones who were frightened. The defenders in the fortress were also stunned. They stared blankly in the direction of the battlefield where the battle had ended, not knowing what they were thinking.