The final Belgian defeated army was trampled to death by these French cavalry like hunting rabbits, hit, chopped to death, and shot! But they themselves suffered huge damage to war. Six Gatlins in the South City Wall opened six death fans, and as long as they hit them, they would definitely die!

The stamping breastplate of these cavalry may be able to withstand the power of swords and small-caliber bullets, but in the face of the strafing of heavy machine guns, these heavy and gorgeous breastplates are like paper-paste.

Puppy puffy puff… The bullet penetrated the body and shot out from the back. Blood arrows flew across the air. The heads of the war horses were blown up, and the bodies of the people and horses lay down to the ground.

Standing on the high watchtower, Xiao Letian could clearly see the trajectory of the machine gun's strait of the rain of bullets. From a distance, it looked like a sharp knife cutting like soft cheese butter.

Every time the heavy machine gun shooter turns, he can cut a large piece of bloody fresh meat from the French army formation!

"Stay firepower...continue to supply bullets... are these Frenchmen crazy? They use cavalry to rush the city? They are still rushing forward with Gatling?"

Wang Chen looked at the stacks of corpses outside the town and killed them. He had never seen such a war-free army!

All the Chinese defenders were shocked. Faced with the French's completely suicide attack, no one could understand it!

"Not good... we are facing bait! The enemy's large army is circling the city in the dark!" Noheita, the sword-drawing team, was bright enough and not blind at all.

Sure enough, in the dark, a large number of French troops began to detour toward the town of Sinni. They put out the torches and quietly hid their figure in the darkness, and launched an attack on the east and west wings of Sinni.

"Removing two Gatlins... defending the left and right wings... and transferring and..." Sima Yun gave an order with a serious expression, and the defenders in the town began to disperse to the two wings.

Xiao Letian's face became increasingly ugly, "Look at the uniforms of these cavalry are all the styles of the Imperial Guards! Is the French Emperor so willing to settle his capital? Is this the French army originally like this?"

A French-Prussian war completely made France's combat power leak in front of the world. People originally thought that the legion under Napoleon III was a tiger, but the continuous failures since the war started made everyone understand that this army is actually a sick cat.

After losing streaks, the French army's skin was exposed. Newspapers from all over Europe began to mock this sick cat in a long and long way, especially in London's newspaper industry, who had pointed at the nose and scolded the French army for being a group of cowards.

Since the war started, the Chinese soldiers have looked down on these French big noses more and more. However, tonight the French army suddenly changed its style and suddenly became fierce and cruel. The sick cat suddenly turned into a tiger again.

These French troops were completely crazy. Faced with machine gun strafing, these cavalry were not afraid even though they knew they would die. The Pioneer Battalion was almost wiped out without a single deserter.

The troops surrounded by both wings were just as tenacious, and they didn't even blink their eyes when facing the rifle shooting on the city wall!

The bullet flew violently and exploded the company commander's head. The soldier holding the flag shouted, "Company Commander Charles is dead... Deputy Company Commander George..."

Before he could finish his words, one exploded directly in front of the company, tearing the flag to pieces and cutting off the throat of the flag bearer soldier. The deputy company commander was like shrapnel all over his body and met God together.

"Damn..." An officer next to him picked up the military flag that was about to land. He shouted in the team, "The company commander and deputy company commander are both killed... Are there any reserve commanders? Are there any..."

No one answered even after shouting three times. He hugged his waist to avoid the rain of bullets, and the military flags in his hand roared, "I am the Baron of Bruce of Rouen... Captain of the rank... Are there any knights and ranks that surpass me? Are there any..."

The war horses were running forward, and the soldiers in the company followed the military flag and moved forward!

"Report to the sir, no title or rank above you!"

"Very good, brothers follow me! I'm dead in battle and continue to be commanded by the title and the highest rank!"

"The Imperial Guards... Charge... and fight to the death without retreating!"

"Kill!"

The city wall was right in front of me, and the shallow moat could not stop the tall war horses. After making huge sacrifices, the first group of cavalry finally rushed to the edge of the city wall.

"Installation...break the city!"

The war horses had no time to slow down, and many cavalry waded through the river that was protecting the city with their war horses and directly hit the city wall!

"Not good! The Frenchman wants to place them...shot them to death! Throw..."

Boom boom boom... The fire broke down from the city wall and soared into the sky, and the whole town was covered with the burnt smell of barbecue.

Boom... With a loud bang, the flames ignited the French corpse. Although the entire city wall did not collapse, it was so dusty that a crack flew directly from the foundation.

"Continue to attack... open fire to cover..."

The siege battle finally began. It was not until now that Xiao Letian and the others estimated the enemy's strength. Seeing that the cavalry in front of them were at least 10,000.

The north gate was closed at this moment. All the townsmen who had not had time to escape were hiding around the church and shivering. The French troops surrounded the four sides were surging more and more, and the firepower on the city wall could no longer be stopped.

Xiao Letian only has one thousand special forces members, and with the Belgian defeated army with just over one thousand, there are only a few people who can fight. How can he fight this battle?

Now six Gatlins are six firetrucks. They can adjust wherever the situation is the most critical. The barrel of the gun has been red when the continuous shooting is over.

Thanks to the Chinese people's great importance to the cultivation of snipers, there were more than 150 snipers among the 1,000 elite soldiers. It was because of these sharpshooters' control over the situation that the enemy did not blow up the city wall.

"What's wrong! Head of State, look, the sniper continues to kill the enemy's commander, but the enemy's attack has not been in chaos!"

"This unit is completely different from what we encountered before!" Wang Huaiyuan was engaged in intelligence work after all, and he was as careful as he could tell something was wrong.

Xiao Letian didn't know that Alfred brought out almost all the noble officers in the French cavalry, and even the baron could only serve as a company commander!

Among these soldiers there are even future heirs of the earl!

The military aristocratic group is the foundation of the Bonaparte family. These people have received extremely high military education and are a group that attaches great importance to honor. When they fight for their blood, the combat effectiveness they explodes is extremely terrifying.

The sniper's hunting could not interrupt the French command system at all. The viscount was shot and there was a baron, and there was an earl on the baron!

Killing a captain, then a major came to replace him. Such a command system cannot be disrupted by just a few snipers!

Boom...boom...boom...boom...
Chapter completed!