Until World War II and even after World War II, whether a hand-to-hand combat can be held is still an important indicator to measure whether a force is powerful.

On the Korean battlefield, the volunteers repeatedly relied on hand-to-hand combat to fight to fight the last bit of the US military. The cruel hand-to-hand combat will always be the choice of the strong.

The sandbag rushed out of the charge passage, and the French veterans holding the bayonet rushed over with a ferocious face. Only then did they truly prove to the world how powerful the legacy of the soldiers left by Napoleon and the God of War were.

The bayonet threw out the gun flower and picked the Belgian soldier's rifle, and pierced the heart with a sting. The veteran pulled out the bayonet without hesitation and continued to move forward, cutting the enemy's throat like a serpent of a letter.

At this time, we can see the advantages of professional French soldiers. These people followed Napoleon III from Crimea to the Qing Dynasty, from Italy to Mexico.

Fighting is as simple as eating for them. Even the Prussian soldiers are no match for the bayonet fighting. At this moment, only Chinese soldiers can resist these French troops.

However, Sima Yun and Luo Huo had only two thousand people in their hands, and the gap in numbers was too big.

"Kill! Kill all these invaders! The relatives of Arthas and Lorraine are crying... Take revenge!"

"For the Empire to move forward! Without victory, we will have no future!"

"The veterans will not die! The empire will not perish!"

"Brothers...we have no choice anymore! If we can't force our opponents to negotiate, our empire will perish!"

"Without the empire, we will have no food and drink... those ambitious people will not care about our lives or death!"

"We have been fighting for a lifetime... are we going to be an old man without any support?"

Among the crowd, these French officers were fighting on the front line. They used their actions and used slogans of knowing and acting with reason and emotion to inspire their subordinates to fight bravely.

The soldiers are unwilling to listen to those fake slogans, but this explanation makes them more desperate!

Yes! Why are you fighting? Is it really for emperors, generals and ministers? No, many times, soldiers work hard, and the fundamental reason is that they have no choice!

They are all professional soldiers, and they can do nothing in their entire lives, they can only kill people!

Without the empire, their jobs would be gone. Besides, even if there were ten thousand kinds of bad things in Napoleon III, it would be bad for them, such as professional soldiers.

The Bonaparte family had only favors to the army, and never oppressed them!

"It's time to repay our kindness! Your Majesty has raised us for half of our life, and now it's time for us to repay with our lives! Kill..."

Like crazy, many of the French veterans have already lived in Huafa. They can be said to be fighting with the last power of their lives.

When the Belgian army faced such a group of killing gods, they had no idea how to deal with it. They saw that during the French attack, these Belgian soldiers fell one after another in pools of blood, and they were not opponents at all with bayonets.

Under such circumstances, the Belgian army was already on the verge of collapse. If the Chinese firefighters had not attacked everywhere, there would have been a wave of deserters.

Only special forces such as the Chinese can deal with this kind of occasion. Large-caliber shotguns have become a weapon for local breakthroughs. Accompanied by dull gunfire, shotguns rushed towards the French like dark clouds.

"Cover the crossfire... defend the position... wait for the support of the artillery in the rear..."

"Brothers! We have won a series of victories in Europe. We can't pee our pants in the last battle!"

"The Head of State is watching us behind the scenes! Fight to the death and stick to the end!"

While commanding the battle, Luo Huo and Sima Yun were anxiously watching the movements of reinforcements outside the city wall behind. At this moment, a battalion of artillery was pushing more than a dozen Krupp artillery guns forward to support.

They had already used their strength to suck, but the heavy cannons moved too slowly, and there were at least twenty minutes left to support them.

There were two regiments of Pu army running towards this place farther away. It seemed that the Pu army headquarters also discovered the tension here, and reinforcements had arrived.

Time is the most precious! You have to stick to it for at least 25 minutes to overcome the crisis!

Luo Huo could no longer sit still. He threw away his hat and pulled out the command knife that the nobles gave them to them, shouting, "The whole army will press forward and hold on until reinforcements come... all the officers come forward to stabilize the situation!"

"From me, everyone will fight to the death..."

The Chinese have already put all the power in the bottom of the box, including snipers and large-caliber shotguns, and various models, they blocked the attack of three times their enemies with one stroke.

It was their decisive battle that prevented the last bit of morale of the Belgian army from collapsing.

Froshad from afar showed a cruel smile, "I have to admit that you Chinese are fighting so well! Unfortunately, your number is too small, too few!"

"Have the heavy machine gun on the bastion been removed? Push forward! Press it closer and hit..."

Froshad was not so stupid as to rely on his life to fill it. He had just given orders to transfer the only Mitrayoz heavy machine gun on the bastion to the shooting position.

Six soldiers nervously dismantled the machine gun and began to transport it to the long street. It took a long time to put the machine gun within the effective range.

On the shooting platform built with sandbags on the street, heavy machine guns are loading bullets with murderous aura. Eight hundred meters away is the battlefield for hand-to-hand combat, and this distance is exactly the area with the most powerful machine guns.

"Hahaha...reload ammunition...ready to shoot..."

At this moment, the Chinese troops closest to the machine gun position were Wang Chen and his company who killed blood. They stabbed a French army to death and wiped blood from their faces. Out of the corner of their eyes, they noticed the sudden position in the distance.

"Damn! The enemy's machine gun position... Brothers rushed over with me... and fought hard, and they must not let their machine guns fire!"

Boom boom boom... The brothers behind Wang Chen, holding shotguns, finally opened a gap, and dozens of brothers chased the company commander and charged forward.

But it's too late, no matter how fast a human leg is, it's not possible to reach it in a blink of an eye!

Wang Chen and the others were so anxious that they were about to cry. Once the enemy's heavy firepower was put into battle, their brothers would be doomed!

"Grandma! Even if I use my chest to block it, I will block you!"

A machine gun blocking the chest? This has also been a successful case in the war, but those blocking are all light machine guns. When it really reaches the level of heavy machine guns, where can human bodies block?

Gatlin, Maxim and even Mitrayoz at present... This weapon can easily tear a human body, which is easier than tearing a white paper.

But for the Chinese brothers at present, this is the only choice.

"Recharge is complete! Prepare to shoot..."

Wang Chen and his team didn't even run to one hundred meters, and the French army opposite was ready to shoot, and a massacre was about to begin.

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