1890 King of Southeast Asia

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! despair!

The hammer has fallen, but it has not fired.

Xu Fugui calculated that he had already shot two shots before, and the bullet was gone.

Look at the plateau soldier opposite, and it has fallen to the ground.

"Huh ..." Xu Fugui found a corner, sat down, put the knife on the ground, and scored a hand to re -load the left wheel.

The pistol in his hand was the French goods he bought at a large price, and the Libeer MAS · 1892 eight millimeter left wheel pistol.

This thing is very small in Huaxia and the price is higher. At least it is more expensive than other left wheels such as the British Welberry left wheel pistol or the United States' Cordez and Smith left wheels.

Because this is a dual -motion -type left -wheel pistol specially designed as a military, using the principle of side bombs and dual -motion design, the rate of fire and reinstallation are high.

The disadvantage is that the double -moving left wheel schedule is longer, the accuracy is worse, and more powerful power is required.

However, this is not a problem for Xu Fugui, and his marksmanship is not a long -distance target.

Just now the enemy was fifteen meters away from him. He fired four shots, two shots were not in the middle, one shot hit his shoulders, and his chest was shot.

"Battalion, the enemy seemed to retreat." A soldier ran beside him and sat down to install his soil gun.

There are only more than thirty rifles in the entire camp, which is not enough. Even if it is adjusted, it is still not enough. People who have not been divided into long guns can only find a way by themselves.

"Who knows that they are hiding there and are ready to fight the gimmock?" Xu Fugui went to a good bullet and blown the dust on the wheel.

Just now, after they rushed in, they found a problem -the enemy might hide anywhere, and they stood in the bright place.

Cold guns have caused many brothers to be injured, but he has no good way to solve it. He can only order everyone to not be too far away and move forward against the bunker.

"Battalion, your gun is really easy to use, like a machine gun, you can send it in a row." Xiaobing glanced at his left wheel enviously.

"That is, this gun, forty -five silver, is more expensive than the rifle." Xu Fugui shouted the gun.

"His ~~ I can't afford it." The soldier shook his head straight.

"The Highland Soldier's Yingqiqi is also good, and don't need money. What do you do with this soil gun? There is a shot outside, go to pick it up, remember to touch the bullet away." Xu Fugui found that the soldier was still holding a soil gun and did not understand. Essence

On the way, they lost a lot of people, but they also achieved a lot of results. It is no exaggeration to say that the equipment of the artillery battalion is almost becoming the English-made Lee-Endfield rifle.

Anyway, they did not have the source of ammunition supplies. No one cares. After the battle, the artillery camp is enough to use it. No one will say anything.

"Pick it up, it's not easy to use, I threw it again."

"Don't look at this stuff, you don't look good. The broken stones and iron breaking pieces I pretend, within the three feet, go on a shot, there is nothing left."

The soldier exaggerated.

It is a gun, which is actually a fire, and the caliber can be called the artillery. It seems that there are some years.

"Also, this thing is a big piece, it is difficult to fight ..."

Bang!

Slap!

Mowing

The sound of gunfire came, and Xu Fugui, who wanted to bragg, returned.

"Okay, it's enough, continue to attack, can't play the Ladu Palace, it's not finished."

The soldiers nodded without any, and bronze on the gun gun, shrinking, followed Xu Fugui, and walked forward.

"Xiaofu?" Xu Fugui looked around while observing.

"Here!" Xiao Bing raised his gun in the direction where Xu Fugui watched.

"Don't be nervous, the plateau soldiers may really shrink back to the Ladu Palace, this group of idiots. Are you eighteen or nine years old? Are you afraid?" Xu Fugui licked his lips.

Under his feet, he had just killed the plateau soldier, next to his body, and blood flowed.

"I just eat this bowl of rice. I am more afraid of being hungry than I am afraid of this." Xiaofu smiled embarrassedly.

"Touch it, I'll show you." Xu Fugui shook his head with a smile.

When Xiaofu heard this, the Che Qingli touched the corpse for a while, and finally only touched dozens of copper coins, a small piece of silver ingot, and about one or two.

"It's a poor ghost again." Xiao Fu whispered, and then handed the silver to Xu Fugui.

"I don't lack this, keep it myself."

"Xie Ying." Xiaofu smiled into his pocket with a smile.

"Hold the gun back, and the bullets are taken away." After that, the two continued to search.

Xiaofu was not very willing, but he couldn't listen. He carried Li Endfield and found more than 20 bullets from the body.

The two walked a hundred meters forward and kept up with the large team. The large army was shooting the house with the house and the plateau soldiers outside the Ladu Palace.

In just two hours of offense, the price of hundreds of people and injuries, artillery camps have touched the edge of the Radabu Palace.

The artillery battalion has not undergone many infantry training (do not bring others, this is the old army). The firing accuracy is low and there is no rules.

The preparation has also been completely scattered.

If the opposite is a well -trained army, the artillery soldiers will be vulnerable, but the opposite side is just serf army -made army. It is better to be the artillery that has not been trained.

At least the artillery is strong and strong?

"battalion commander!"

"The battalion is here ..."

"What is the situation? What about your company leaders?" Xu Fulu's indentation of a consecutive position -a broken house.

"Companner ..."

"When they attacked, the company commander was hit by a black gun and was hit three times. He died on the spot."

When the company said this, the morale of the people was visibly low.

Xu Fugui had seen soldiers like this many times before, and those defeated armies all looked like this.

He believed that if Zhao Erfeng had not set up machine guns outside the city and did not allow the death squad to retreat, these people would have run away long ago.

Yes, machine guns were set up outside the city, just outside Zhao Erfeng's tent, to show his determination.

In other places, even if the machine gunner did not want to show mercy, the officers and soldiers would force him to show mercy, and the death squad would still have a way to retreat.

But under Zhao Erfeng's nose, no one would challenge the military might, that would be courting death.

"What's that expression? Soldier! To die on the battlefield is his duty! The Provisional Government will not forget him!" When Xu Fugui said this, he was not very confident.

Obviously, these soldiers were also half-believing and half-doubting, and their morale was not raised.

"Before we set out, the regiment commander said that in this battle, the wives and children of the brothers who died in the battle will be supported by the brothers of the entire regiment until the children reach adulthood."

"We made such a big mistake, it is not a pity to die, but it is not right to implicate the regiment commander and the brothers of other battalions."

"If we can't take down this broken city, the face of the artillery regiment will be lost, and the brothers of our artillery regiment will not be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives!"

"Are you embarrassed?"

Xu Fugui used the method of provoking, which is simple and easy to use.

"If you die, you die, what's the big deal?"

"Fuck! Go! Go all out!"

"It's just a few steps away, we rush forward, I don't believe he can kill them all!"

"Brothers, I'll go first, whoever survives, tell my brother to take good care of his mother."

"And me!"

"Wait for me!"

A group of people happened to be in their twenties, how could they withstand provocation, especially in this era of loyalty, righteousness and bravery.

"Kill!"

"Ah!"

"Ha!!"

Dozens of soldiers, who would be college-age in the future, shouted in an unknown tone and rushed towards the Lada Palace with ghosts and wolves howling.

This is definitely not a tactic that conforms to the South China Infantry Drill Manual, but in this era, it is a very popular way of attack.

Almost all countries, including Germany, are still using this dense offensive formation, but there will be different degrees of suppressive firepower coordination.

Boom!

A cannon shot sounded behind them.

"Support is coming, kill!" Xu Fugui looked back and saw a 37mm cannon being pushed in. Judging from their faces, they were from the second battalion.

They were operating the cannon that he had looked down on, providing firepower support for Xu Fugui.

Xu Fugui raised his saber and charged towards the Lada Palace.

Xiao Fu still held his earth gun and followed him.

The soldiers of the artillery battalion of the East 1st Regiment and the West 1st Regiment also rushed out of the bunker and rushed towards the Lada Palace.

If someone could count the number of people in the artillery battalion, they would find that they only had less than 200 people left.

Perhaps frightened by this scene, the plateau soldiers' defense outside the Lada Palace was easily broken.

The artillery battalion began to compete for control of the buildings outside the Lada Palace, and the plateau soldiers retreated step by step.

But because they had not received professional infantry tactics training, they should have marched straight in and pointed directly at the ** Lama, but the artillery battalion dispersed.

Although they occupied several buildings, the battle situation was deadlocked again because of the dispersion of forces.

"Battalion commander, I met a group of foreigners, should I fight?" Xiaofu ran over with a gun.

"You are bleeding." Xu Fugui looked at the blood on the ground and lifted Xiaofu's clothes. The abdomen was still bleeding slowly.

"Ah!? I... Battalion commander, am I going to die?! Hiss, ah!" Seeing the wound on his body, Xiaofu felt pain and fear.

"Don't worry, he won't die, Lao Liu, bandage him." Xu Fugui shook his head.

"You just said foreigners, what foreigners?" Xu Fugui asked while bandaging.

"It's on our left, a building to the left, all golden-haired foreigners, he said that place is the territory of Yin Gelan, and told us not to attack there."

"I saw that it was foreigners, and I was afraid that it would ruin the big thing, so I brought my brothers back." Xiaofu said while enduring the pain.

Just now, it was the effect of adrenaline and attention was not here, and I didn't even notice that I was shot.

Only after discovering the wound will I feel pain.

It seems that it is a stray bullet that "bounced" from somewhere unknown, and the remaining power is not great, otherwise Xiaofu would have been unable to move long ago.

After being hit by a bullet, the pain is not something that ordinary people can endure.

"Who cares what foreigners..." Before he finished speaking, Xu Fugui heard the gunshots from the opposite side again. The gunshots were very noisy, and many of the gunshots were different from the uniform Ying 77 of the plateau soldiers.

"Don't worry about the foreigners, the brothers of the baggage team are also attacking, kill them!" Xu Fugui shouted and snatched Xiaofu's homemade gun.

When he rushed in, he saw Xiaofu shoot three plateau soldiers into blood gourds with his own eyes, and he was already jealous.

"Battalion commander, what about my gun? My old man gave it to me!"

"I'll return it to you when I come back. Don't worry, it won't break. If it breaks, I will compensate you!" Xu Fugui ran away without looking back.

"This... you haven't taken the gunpowder yet..." Xiaofu didn't feel that much pain after this.

After a while, under the pincer attack from front and back, the plateau soldiers collapsed. Of course, the most important thing was not the pincer attack from front and back, but their belief - **, was gone!

"Gone?! This kind of words can only fool others, but not me. Tell me! He's there! You know, we won't kill him."

Xu Fugui carried a musket on his back and a saber in his hand, looking at the nobles and plateau officials kneeling in a row.

The plateau is generally managed by officials appointed by the government, and has considerable autonomy.

"Sir, we really don't know. We only found out after the ** disappeared. Otherwise, those soldiers wouldn't have collapsed..." said an honest-looking official who spoke fluent Sichuan dialect.

"Oh? Then tell me, we have searched the entire Ladabu Palace and didn't find the **. Can he fly or hide underground?" The captain of the baggage team held a big knife with blood dripping on it.

There were also a lot of blood stains on his clothes, which turned black and red after half drying. With the blood on his face, he looked like a Shura.

This look, a demon, scared many nobles and officials to the point of their pants getting wet. They hesitated and didn't dare to answer, fearing that he would chop off their heads if he was not satisfied.

"I haven't searched all of them yet. There are still a few houses on our side that are occupied by the British." Xiaofu was talking about Yin Gran, Xu Fugui had never heard of it, so he automatically translated it into Britain.

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It's a lucky coincidence.

"The British? There were British who came to stop us before, but we didn't see them when we attacked." The captain of the baggage team said solemnly.

"We can't make the decision on this matter, report it!" Finally, the two looked at each other.

Although they all guessed that the biggest credit for this attack - ** Lama, was hiding in the British, they didn't dare to attack before they got the order.

As for whether they could win or not, they didn't think too much about it, because there was a large army behind them.

In such a big palace, even if people were next to each other, how many people could it hold?