That night, under the order of Youn, Major Ketmala took action. A large number of Marines and sailors were forced to concentrate on the front line west of Sao Paulo. It was the main target of the French offensive. No one was stupid. The Marines and sailors knew very well that Youn was using them as cannon fodder.

They strongly resisted Yoon's order. However, responding to them was the cold barrel and bayonet. Ketmara was still prepared. There were still thousands of people in the entire Marine Corps and sailors, and today's battle was not damaged. But they still seemed very unconfident when facing the well-equipped infantry regiment brought by Ketmara, especially those sailors who came down from the warships. When it comes to operating warships to engage in naval battles, there are probably not many of them, but they can't do it if they have to use rifles and fight with the enemy with real swords and guns. After the infantry regiment got bayonets, the snow-white bayonets shone with a cold light in the night. So they surrendered.

The Marines and the sailors were divided into two parts. Some continued to defend the east of St. Paul, while the other part was driven to the west and entered the front position. Someone had tried to resist and refused to enter the position. However, after being shot, the others became honest. [bsp;   Faced with the cold black muzzle, they took simple rifles and entered the position. Anyway, they were all dead. Instead of being in their own hands, it would be better to die at the gun of the enemy.

The night passed very much. When the sunlight of dawn shone on this land, the earth became noisy again. The rich breakfast fragrance floated on the French position. Bread with thick butter and fragrant soup were distributed to every soldier, so that after they had breakfast, they could have the strength to kill the enemy and serve the country.

On the US military's positions, everyone could only smell the fragrance floating from afar and bite the black bread bite. Under the fierce shelling of the French fleet, Sao Paulo was very destruction. Even a warehouse that reserved food was destroyed by powerful naval guns, so that the US military had to begin preparing to save food.

After breakfast, a cannon with cold light shining raised its muzzle high and tore open its cannon. Beside the cannon, this neat ammunition was piled up. Especially the 15 155mm caliber howitzers, the shells stacked next to them were like a hill. The walls of St. Paul were very strong, and it was possible to tear the walls open with these big guys.

After the preparations were completed, a cannon began to test the fire first.

"Boom!" A shell flew towards Saint Paul. But it was a little higher and smashed into Saint Paul's city. A huge explosion came.

After re-adjusting the angle, the second test shot was made. This time, it happened to hit the wall of St. Paul. After the shell exploded, it directly smashed a large piece of rock.

Next, the artillery began to play the ensemble. The 15 155mm howitzers were like dragons running out of hell, spraying the fire of hell and scoring the earth. Under the powerful shelling, the walls of St. Paul's city fell one by one. The hard rocks could not be compared with shells with powerful kinetic energy and with powerful chemical energy.

After half an hour of bombardment, a section of the city of St. Paul, about 500 meters long collapsed.

Yoon, who was commanding the battle, immediately discovered the crisis and ordered the soldiers to move out to defend against the upcoming attack of the French army.

However, the French attack did not begin, and the artillery positions were still firing. Unlike before, other cannons of various calibers also joined the roar. A large number of shells fell into the US positions, ravaging these pitiful people who were trembling.

Some anti-aircraft holes were directly hit by 155mm shells, and all the people hidden inside were buried alive. It was very miserable. Most of the American soldiers held their heads and rushed into the trenches, endured the brutal shelling.

However, the sailors who were rushed to the position lacked relevant experience and suffered heavy losses. At least thousands of people were killed in the French bombardment.

"Damn it! Are they too many shells to use up?" Yoon cursed fiercely.

"General, the entire South Atlantic Ocean is still under our control. Their supplies are affected. I think they will not dare to bombard them unscrupulously." Ketmala said.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the French bombardment became sparse. There were only some small caliber cannons, which were still some fixed firepower points on the US positions that were being bombarded.

The entire US military position was shrouded in smoke and dust. The commander of the 1st Division of the 2nd Iberian Army was very satisfied with this effect. Under such fierce shelling, the US military position must have suffered heavy losses.

"Occurrence!" Antonio, commander of the 1st Division of the 2nd Iberian Army, issued an order to attack.

The 1st Regiment, who was responsible for the offensive mission, was responsible for the attack yesterday. Although hundreds of people were lost yesterday, their courage and did not affect their morale. After the shelling, their morale was high and they lined up in a scattered line and rushed towards the US positions.

"The French have begun to attack and ordered those damn Marines and sailors to defend, and not to retreat without authorization, and those who violate the order will be shot! Ketmala, take a battalion and move to supervise the team. Who dares to retreat without authorization without obeying the order and shoot directly!" Yoon ordered. The city wall was collapsed. It is conceivable that the French army would definitely break into the city wall from here and must guard the position.

"As for orders, general!" Ketmala took a battalion up. Although he felt a little weak in his calves, he stayed behind the position, rather than going to the front of the position.

"The artillery begins, stop the French!" Yoon put down his telescope and gave the order.

"Boom! Boom!" Under Eun's order, the few remaining cannons of the US military began to bombard.

Some shells fell around the French army and directly tore people into pieces. However, the French army was scattered very far and there were not much casualties.

"Suppress the enemy's artillery!" Antonio, commander of the 1st Division of the 2nd Iberian Army, calmly ordered.

The French artillery regiment immediately found traces of the US artillery positions. He adjusted the angle very much and began to suppress it.

Under the fierce shelling of the French artillery, Yoon's artillery, without even ten minutes of persistence, was silent. The entire artillery position was in a mess. There were scattered broken limbs and curled artillery barrels everywhere. The two artillery battalions were intact, with only a few 75mm field artillery guns. Most of the soldiers were also injured and killed.

After the US artillery fire was suppressed, the soldiers of the 1st Regiment were approaching the US military's position.

"Fire!" At this time, fire orders sounded one after another on the US military's position. During the terrifying French artillery bombardment, the surviving US soldiers came out and fired with the rifles in their hands.

At this time, the French army's good combat qualities were reflected. The machine guns were immediately set up and began to cover their companions. The infantry hugged and rushed towards the US positions quickly.

When the distance was still twenty or thirty meters, the grenade was thrown out.

Explosions kept ringing on the US military's positions, and the French broke into the US military's positions and began to clear the remaining enemies along the trenches.

"The artillery is ready to stop the shooting!" Antonio put down the telescope in his hand. After being penetrated into the position, the US military lost. As long as the artillery can intercept the reinforcements of the US military, it is not a problem for the French to seize the US military's position and rush into the city.

The French soldiers used rifles and grenades in their hands to clean up the trenches one by one. The American sailors who had never experienced similar battles were beaten to no avail. Finally, they collapsed.

Their collapse also led to the collapse of the Marine Corps. The two gangs quickly gave up their positions and ran into the city.

"Retreat, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!" Ketmala ordered coldly.

"No, we want to survive. You can't let us die!" a soldier cursed angrily.

"Let's fire!" Ketmala ordered coldly.

The machine gun of the supervision team rang out. A large number of soldiers were knocked down!

"Now, go back, otherwise you will be shot!" Ketmala yelled.

"We don't even have machine guns. Let's fight against the French who are armed to the teeth. You're just murder!" Someone still dissatisfied.

Just as Ketmala was about to say something, the French bombardment began again.

After Antonio discovered that a large number of American soldiers had begun to retreat, he immediately ordered the shelling to begin. He bombarded the retreating Americans hard and let them escape.

"Ah! The French are starting to shell again!"

"Escape! Stay here and wait for death!"

A large number of defeated soldiers began to flee. Even Ketmala's supervisory team was dispersed. He was so angry that he took out his pistol and shot two deserters, but it was still useless. There was no way, so he had to give up.

The French 1st Regiment occupied the positions outside Sao Paulo, and at the same time broke into the city from the place where the city wall collapsed. But they did not immediately launch an attack, but began to build fortifications. After all, they only had one regiment, and there were at least 20,000 American troops in the city. Although they believed that the strength of the US military was vulnerable, it was not possible for them to fight street battles with 20,000 American troops.
Chapter completed!