"Bang bang bang..."

Twenty thousand Marines rushed towards the trench in front of Holland Town, covering the sky.

The generals noticed that the British regular army and the militia were both in the frontal trench.

So, immediately attack the front.

They knew very well that as long as these British soldiers were annihilated, the other British people would be nothing more than a mob.

Suddenly, a large number of troops rushed into the front battlefield.

Jon's regular army and militia could not hold on.

The Marines fought bravely. After occupying the trench, they attacked the trench behind through the corridor.

Grenades were cleaned, and subsequent soldiers followed suit to sweep the floor.

Under their skilled tactics, they broke through the trenches.

The Marines who supported them surrounded the two wings and shot wildly.

After being taken care of by the Marine Corps, most of the British regular army died instantly, and the militia suffered heavy losses.

The expressions on their faces went from being conceited at the beginning to being serious and worried, and eventually turned into horror.

At this time, they finally realized a cruel fact.

The individual quality of Dasong soldiers does not belong to Britain at all, and they are even more disciplined.

At the same time, they have more advantages in firearms.

They have no advantage in fighting such an army.

Realizing this, their fighting will was hit hard in an instant.

"Captain, the situation is beyond our expectations and we must retreat now." An officer stumbled to Jon with an anxious expression.

The Dasong soldiers had already penetrated the six trenches, and they were in the eighth trenches.

"This is impossible, this is impossible." Jon seemed to have not heard what the officer was saying, just murmuring in his mouth.

Then, as if suddenly awakened, he shouted, "Holland has 80,000 people. We will definitely win, we will definitely win..."

"Boom!" His words ended with a loud bang.

A grenade that flew over from somewhere fell under Jon's feet.

In the violent explosion, Jon and the officer were stirred up by the air waves and hit the walls of the trench.

The shrapnel cut through many places in their bodies.

Blood flowed down, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

During the last awake time, a voice sounded in his heart.

The glory of the British emperor will end in the hands of this King of Yan.

"Bang bang bang..."

"boom!"

"kill!"

“…”

On the battlefield, gunfire, grenade explosions, and soldiers' roars and bayonets' metal sounds mixed together.

After Jon's death, although an officer immediately took over Jon's command.

But facing the battlefield that made them desperate, the officer in charge chose to flee.

A dozen Sequoia soldiers and more than 300 militiamen left Holland's prisoners and townspeople and fled south regardless of everything.

At this time, there were only a large number of flintlock guns, or prisoners and townsmen who only held cold weapons.

Facing them, the Marine General immediately gathered the loose formation, gathered the soldiers, and shot in line.

"Bang bang bang..."

Dense bullets flew towards the British prisoners rushing over.

The prisoner who rushed in front was immediately beaten into a sieve.

In an instant, the charger in front of him was like wheat swept by the strong wind, pouring a piece of it.

The town people following the prisoners were rushing to death.

Suddenly he turned into the front row, with corpses in front of him, and his blood suddenly turned into three feet of ice.

The steps forward were stopped and even involuntarily wanted to retreat.

The black muzzle in the hands of the Dasong soldiers made them frightened.

"Bangbangbang..." The Marines pulled the trigger again.

They have no mercy, for the British have never had any mercy on the millions of people who died in civil strife.

If they had a little mercy, they would not have caused this tragedy.

Of course, they have high-sounding reasons.

That is for the benefit of the empire.

In that case, they have their own reasons.

For the benefit of Da Song!

"Bang bang bang..." Gunshots followed one after another.

The Britons fell in a pool of blood one after another.

As long as Britain refuses to surrender, the attack will continue.

In the distance, Zhao Xu and others saw this scene, with no waves on their faces, and they were just waiting for the final result quietly.

If they resist to the end, the battlefield will only evolve into a massacre.

"Bang bang bang..." The gunshot continued, and the distribution range became wider and wider.

This is the Marines surrounded the entire Holland and are attacking a full-scale attack.

After the sixteenth gunshot, Zhao Xu observed through the telescope that a British man dropped his weapon.

Afterwards, more and more people threw down their weapons and raised their hands.

At this moment, there was only fear on their faces, and no longer a trace of ferocity, like tamed rabbits.

"Detain all living people and give them a number. Just as I promised, Holland will be rewarded for merit and they are also your trophy." Zhao Xu pointed at the British people and prisoners.

He took over the Australian continent and naturally hoped that the Australian continent would generate value immediately and make up for the manpower, material resources and financial resources invested in the war.

Therefore, killing is just a means to make the enemy surrender, not an end.

Otherwise, the war will lose money.

Keeping these British people as slaves will not affect Holland's production and immediately produce benefits.

It is equivalent to only changing the land with a master.

It is natural for enslavement of the British.

Since the Western natives enslaved their natives, they even regarded overseas praise as pigs.
Chapter completed!