This was really a dimensionality reduction strike. The emergence of the airship made the war change from a plane to a three-dimensional one. The French army had never encountered such a fighting style. In a moment, all the officers and soldiers were caught off guard.

The airship is not an ordinary hot air balloon. The extremely huge airbag provides a huge buoyancy, which increases the load capacity of the airbag several times.

Thickened protective measures are not something ordinary bullets can handle, but the French only have heavy bronze cannons on their hands, so they can't stand up and fire upwards.

The entire head of state has become a bastion nemesis, just like a beer driver, easily prying the bastion's defense from the top.

The three hundred special forces teams around Xiao Letian were carefully selected, especially good at rock climbing and fighting between buildings. The rope speed drops by dozens of meters is just like playing, and you can even use pistols to attack while decelerating.

When the top floor of the No. 5 Bastion was captured, more than 50 special forces team members advanced and retreated in an orderly manner. They lifted up layers of stair covers and attacked with the choking pepper hand #thunder.

A dull sound of bangs sounded from every floor, and the soldiers outside could even see the shooting ports spraying white smoke outward.

All the special forces team members surrounded their mouths and noses with wet towels and only had two eyes leaking out, which made them feel more mysterious. Whenever the smoke of gunpowder fades, the group of soldiers jumped off the floor and quickly ended the battle with a dagger.

Like a destruction, the No. 5 Bastion began to explode from the top, and the third Bastion fell instantly!

Froshad was already crazy. He ordered all reserve infantry regiments to fight back and regain the bastion, but the bastion, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, locked the door, and all the shooting ports began to fire at the French Legion.

Wang Chen also had the young Pu Army officer who was on the side of Wang Chen and woke up from the shock. They cheered and said, "Long live! Long live the head of state! Counterattack!"

A battalion of Pu's army and a company of Chinese vanguards quickly launched a counterattack against the cavalry in front of them. At this moment, the morale of the French people subsided like an avalanche, and only one charge of the French cavalry began to retreat.

Boom boom boom... At this time, the familiar sound of the Pu army artillery sounded at the North City Gate. The artillery soldiers who were supporting him were exhausted and sweated, and finally pushed the artillery in.

All the Belgian troops cheered, and with the cover of cannons and airships, their morale of collapse was restored. Groups of Belgian troops, holding bayonets, dared to charge at the French.

Froshad closed his eyes in pain and said, "Blow the retreating trumpet... retreat to the 15th Bastion... retreat to the second line of defense..."

Countless French troops fled back from the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat, and even the French troops stationed in some buildings began to flee. The Belgian army, who were pursuing victory, rushed into every house, kicked open every door and swept away the enemy who finally resisted.

Xiao Letian looked at the tide-like attacking Bing Fengzhi, proudly thrusting his waist, "We will form our offensive position with this bastion as the core. This battle will be fought like this. We don't need to worry, we have time!"

Two ropes fell down a Gatlin, and more than ten boxes of ammunition. Soon, gunshots of Gatlin shooting sounded from the No. 5 Castle.

The rain of bullets bounced among the retreating French troops, and the defeated French troops fell down like cutting leeks. Froshad's counterattack completely failed.

Wang Chen and the young officer were the first attacking troops to rush to the bastion. The two saluted the head of state above their heads, and the military flags of both sides floated over the bastion.

The airship had already started to accelerate forward at this time. The young officer pulled his neck and shouted upwards, "Head of War...Head of War... Can I ask for an autograph?Head of War..."

After shouting for four or five times, Xiao Letian could tell from the chaotic battlefield sound. He poked his head out and looked at the young man waving the military flag and asked, "Are he the commander of the Pu army who just supported him from the flank?"

"Yes, the head of state!" replied the person around him.

"Tell him! Let him fight hard... It's easy to see me. At the post-war medal ceremony, I will give him a medal! What he wants now is to continue attacking and move forward bravely!"

The translator pulled his neck and passed the head of state's words down. The young officer's face turned red after hearing this!

"Yes! Resolutely complete the mission... The First Battalion of the Third Imperial Guard Corps, follow the airship route and continue the attack!"

The combat area where the Chinese people are responsible for is the first to conquer the bastion. The old Moltke and Beth Mai, who were watching the battle from afar, put down their glasses and sighed, "Even the Imperial Guards didn't stop this madman! What exactly did he want to do? Why is the Supreme Head of the Chinese people so unwilling to cherish their lives?"

"Don't the Chinese have a proverb saying that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall? But why does this Eastern ally rush to wherever there is danger?"

Old Moltke also sighed and shook his head and said, "Yes, I always take risks like this. In the future, the Chinese people will have hidden dangers... No matter so many, the breakthrough has been opened now, let the follow-up troops enter the battle!"

"Without airships, we can also conquer those bastions... Let the artillery move forward and blow out a passage!"

No matter how brave the French army fought, the huge gap in strength was always their weakness, and the besieged troops three times that of the French army began to be put into the reserve team.

Twenty thousand, thirty thousand, 50,000...even hundred thousand! The tide-like corps began to swarm, and even the tenacious veterans could not withstand three times the attacking force!

Houses were blown up by artillery, and the Pu army with bayonets rushed into the ruins to fight. The buildings around the bastion were removed one by one by one. Then the artillery bombed one by one, and the engineers rushed forward while the chaos was in progress.

Two hundred kilograms, four hundred kilograms, five hundred kilograms...even one blasting used 800 kilograms!

The Nobel Plant's production was transported to Sedang City almost all year round, and the Prussians spent a lot of money to conquer these bastions.

Among all the attacking teams, the area where the Chinese are responsible for the most successful and the least casualties is the area where the Chinese are responsible. With the strong support of the airship, the French bastion has no place to use.

The French Legion, which was still trapped in beasts, was forced to launch a counterattack that would be defeated. They hoped to use their flesh and blood to hold back the momentum of the Chinese offensive.

At this moment, even McMahon had moved to the area closest to Xiao Letian. The old French coach looked at the airship showing off in the sky, and his heart suddenly felt a stinging pain.

"Is there no way to deal with this ugly airship? Are we even hopeful of peace talks?"

At this moment, Froshad retreated with the remnants. He saw McMahon's legs weak and he fell to his knees on the ground. "Marson... I'm incompetent... The soldiers have tried their best, they can't beat them anymore... Woo woo woo woo woo!"
Chapter completed!