Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Countless enemies surged forward, almost blotting out the sky.

The bombardment of hundreds of solid shot cannonballs seemed to have little impact.

Meanwhile, the Wu King's side had gradually ceased its cannon fire.

Their own troops were beginning to advance, and their cannonballs could easily hit friendly forces.

With a mere two hundred meters to go, the main force had already reached the Great Jing's firing range.

However, the Great Jing soldiers still didn't move.

The limit... they had to pursue the limit distance to reap the greatest results.

Although they had the support of many weapons surpassing the era, ordinary musketeers were also an important part of the firepower.

Their range was still a little short.

The enemy troops that surged forward first were all armored and shield-bearing, obviously prepared.

It seemed difficult for ordinary muskets to penetrate at extreme range.

Finally, as Li Yuanzhao raised the small flag he had been holding in his hand for a long time.

Military orders spread like electricity throughout the army!

Then, dense whistle blasts rang out, echoing across the military formation!

At the same moment, all the soldiers holding guns forcefully pulled the triggers in their hands...

Da da da da da da da da da!

Machine guns, submachine guns, muskets, all kinds of guns flashed countless tongues of fire!

The Great Jing soldiers were fully focused, facing the enemy head-on.

The dense gunfire seemed to blend into one.

An invisible iron wall formed within a hundred meters in front of the Great Jing army.

Those carefully prepared equipment used to resist the first wave of muskets all turned into bubbles!

Bullets could be simply resisted, but faced with bullets, there was only penetration and tearing!

The soldiers who risked their lives to charge at the forefront were instantly riddled with holes, men and horses falling over each other.

The subsequent cavalry stumbled over the fallen...

Those in the rear couldn't see what was happening in the front, and still urged their warhorses forward recklessly.

Some leaped high over the corpses, trying to charge again.

But it was all in vain, before they could land, they had already bid farewell to this world forever.

Infantry cannons and artillery had also begun to exert their power, launching bombardments towards the distance.

Exploding shells flew all over the sky...

Crashing into the crowd, exploding upon landing.

The iron beads and shrapnel inside a shell could often cover a radius of more than twenty meters.

In this dense crowd, it obviously couldn't achieve such a great effect.

But the power of the explosion was even more violent.

Hundreds and thousands of people began to be blown away by the shells, blasted into a bloody mess.

The surrounding people couldn't avoid it in time, and were knocked down in large numbers...

Corpses... had already begun to pile up in large quantities.

Under the Great Jing's firing line, a dozen minutes had already resulted in mountains of corpses a hundred meters ahead.

Gurgling blood kept gushing out, dyeing the earth red.

Some were still flowing, converging...

The heavy machine gunners who were originally in the trenches began to walk out of the trenches according to military orders.

If they stayed lying in the trenches, the firing range of the guns would soon be blocked by the wall of corpses.

The heavy machine gun team with the most ferocious offensive had already changed its ammunition belts several times, and the cooling water tank mounted on the barrel kept emitting steam.

Suddenly, with a click, one of the heavy machine guns stopped firing.

Three people were responsible for one heavy machine gun, one firing, one responsible for alternating, and one responsible for the ammunition belt... and maintenance.

The Jinyi Wei responsible for loading the ammunition belt, wearing gloves, skillfully began to deal with the gun jamming.

In their opinion, this was already an old problem.

Due to the imperfect precision of gun production and mass production of bullets, this situation often occurred during drills.

So they were already skilled in handling it.

With the firepower supplement of the submachine guns, the Jinyi Wei quickly repaired the machine gun and put it back into battle.

Looking down from above the battlefield, at a position one kilometer in front of the Wu King's troops, flames and smoke continuously erupted from the crowd.

The Great Jing had already formed a semi-circular no-man's land surrounded by corpses.

From the beginning, it was destined that this was not a war at all.

It was more like... a massacre.

The Maxim would definitely not be able to exert such fierce power in later generations.

But this was fighting a modern war with ancient people!

The enemy was completely responding according to traditional warfare methods, with very dense formations, even blind firing would be accurate.

This scene, falling into Fang Zheng's eyes, couldn't help but remind him of the movie he watched in his previous life about earthlings fighting alien bugs....

Starship Troopers.

The Wu King in the distance, his upper body was already soaked with sweat, his eyes were filled with nothing but helplessness and despair.

His chest seemed to have been hit hard by a thousand-pound hammer, his ribs and sternum were shattered.

He couldn't catch a complete breath.

Confusion... He had handed over the right to issue orders to the front-line generals, and standing in the rear, he only felt confused, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

At first, he firmly believed that although the opponent's weapons were powerful, they could at least give them a chance to breathe.

As long as they engaged in close combat, they could win a great victory by relying on their human advantage.

But the opponent's offensive posture did not change at all, as if it was endless.

He had reached a dead end, with no way to go in any direction.

He couldn't win head-on, and he didn't have many resources to support the soldiers if he retreated. Faced with such a major blow to morale, a mutiny was a high-probability event.

Even if they repelled the Great Jing's soldiers, they could completely retreat and defend the city.

They could drag them to death...

He had completely run out of choices.

The Wu King looked at the front line, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down silently......

Su Hao, who was in the safest zone on the front line, was already sweating profusely.

Standing in place, his face was covered with a layer of shadow, and his eyes showed deep fear.

The battle situation in front of him was something he had never expected.

This was simply a one-sided massacre, killing as many as they sent.

He couldn't understand it at all, all the experience in his mind couldn't explain the current situation.

The vanguard army charged forward one after another, and the rear was still following up.

The Great Jing army's methods, like the power of ghosts and gods, were simply unmatched!

Instinct made him want to retreat... but how could he retreat?

Did he still have a way out? Either way, he would die....

Dying on the battlefield was only different from being captured and killed after being interrogated by the Great Jing in that the latter suffered an extra layer of humiliation.

"Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!"

Thinking of this, Su Hao's eyes no longer held any hope of life, and he frantically urged the army to move forward.

Every confidant general under the Wu King thought the same way, and they were all encouraging their respective troops to move forward to their deaths.

It was completely out of self-interest, and no one issued a retreat order!

But... people are not machines after all.

The battle formation was constantly bombarded by artillery, and there were too many casualties in the front, and the soldiers who came up later saw corpses everywhere, and their hearts and livers were instantly shattered.

They retreated in terror, creating chaos.

Those who saw the situation was not good rushed forward again, but the front was a hail of bullets.

In front of the Great Jing army, it had already become a mess.

The soldiers had completely lost their fighting spirit, crying and shouting as they fled, fleeing this lifeless hell!

Fear spread wildly, and the defeat was like a landslide, and more and more people began to rout.

Seeing that the opposite side was in chaos, the Great Jing's offensive paused.

Just as the people around him were waiting for Li Yuanzhao to issue an order on whether to take the initiative to attack, several figures rushed out from the crowd not far from him!

Zhang Biao and Zhou Tie led two Jinyi Wei, rushing towards the front of the formation.

The two Jinyi Wei carried heavy machine guns, Zhou Tie held the ammunition belt, and Zhang Biao fired the gun from behind.

The four people ran forward frantically, shooting as they ran, directly transforming into mobile turrets!

Fang Zheng was the first to react, and the first time he saw it, his eyes were splitting!

He had lived two lifetimes and never thought that heavy machine guns could be played in this way!

"You goddamn Zhang Biao!! Get your ass back here now!!"