Chapter 497: This is not war! It's a slaughter!

The mountain crowd began to roar.

A passage flashed through the crowd. The mountain people standing on both sides began to cheer.

"Sir, it's our patrolman." A lieutenant reminded with a telescope.

"I know, they ambushed our patrolman." The lieutenant colonel looked at him with a twitching face.

"Fire, hurry up. They are going to publicly execute our patrolmen." the lieutenant colonel shouted.

"The artillery fires. Quickly." The lieutenant called out loudly.

"Oh. Oh." shouted loudly on the mountain, waving the weapon in his hand.

"Swish." The shells whizzed past, hitting the crowd of mountain people. But the mountain people are still not afraid. They still waved the big sticks in their hands. Shout loudly to these armed men. Issue a challenge.

A sturdy mountain man escorted an armed patrol. They usually patrol two miles around the station. The number is usually around ten people.

The sturdy mountain man kicked the patrolman to the ground. Then he pulled it up with his sturdy arms and let the patrolman kneel. The patrol can no longer resist. Observe from the telescope. The patrol was wounded all over, with one arm unable to move, and apparently had received some kind of heavy blow.

The mountain cheered again. Obviously a certain ritual is about to reach a certain climax.

"Puff." The sturdy mountain man shattered the head of the patrolman with a big stick. The brains splashed out instantly, red and white. The mountain yelled loudly, and his arms kept raising the weapons in his hands.

"On the mountain, go to your mother. I make you hard to die." A second-class soldier cursed in a hateful tone. The lieutenant colonel went and knocked **** the stake.

"Let the two cannons fire quickly. The remaining two are loaded with shotguns. Drag the six-barreled Vulcan out. I want them to die here!" The lieutenant colonel tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

After smashing the patrolman with a big stick. The mountain man obviously didn't want to let him go like this. Two people from Shangdi came up to help. They dragged the corpse with their hands, and the mountain man tore it hard. Forcibly pulled the patrolman's thigh down. Flesh splattered. The scene was extremely bloody. The mountain people cheered suddenly.

Behind the fortifications. Many armed men clenched their teeth and watched what was happening before them. They wished to run out and shoot the guy, and then smashed the opponent with a single blow.

"Damn mountain guy." The captain could no longer control the anger in his heart.

"Be restrained, captain, these mountain people are stupid. They are irritating us, and at the same time they are spreading the blood to swell their warriors. In the next battle, they will fight wildly." The lieutenant colonel was obviously fighting with these mountains. People have faced the impact head-on.

"Wow." The cannonball began to fire quickly. Solid bullets, grenade. Uninterrupted shooting among mountain people. The solid bullet hit a **** road among the mountain people. The ricochet continued to attack, causing more deaths on the other side. Or seriously injured.

The solid bounce of a five-inch cannon bounced and knocked a row of mountain people to the ground. Then it splashed and shattered half of the faces of the two mountain men behind. Then he splashed to the back and continued to beat the mountain man's abdomen, thighs and calves. The splashing brain hasn't landed yet, and many mountain people have been seriously injured on the ground.

"Woo." The mountain man was enraged by the guns of the armed men. They think that the opponent is a coward and dare not take the initiative to fight. They decided to defeat these enemies in their own way.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The mountain people began to attack like an overwhelming one. There is no formation, nor any offensive order. There are still a large number of hidden and invisible mountain people pouring out of the mountains and forests, and the number has exceeded 7,000. There are only nearly two thousand people in Qin. More than 500 of them are merchants. Guns are also varied. The officer put them together temporarily according to the weapon. Then organize defenses.

More than 7,000 people, which is almost the sum of all mountain people in the area. The tide rushed to the temporary residence of the Qin people like a tide.

Three hundred, two hundred. The mountain people still maintain a vigorous combat effectiveness. "Boom." The mines started to explode, and some of the broken limbs that were blown up by the mines splashed around, but the mountain people were not afraid. Barbed wire can no longer stop them. The mountain people have a fearless spirit of sacrifice. They bravely thumped on the barbed wire, and then the people behind stepped on their bodies to advance.

"One hundred steps." A sergeant counted quietly. Many people quietly watched the crazy sprint of the mountain people, they are like wild animals.

"Eighty steps, get ready." The Sergeant Major began to yell loudly.

"Sixty steps, let go." "Boom, boom." A thunderous shot of electric sound. The "waves" on the mountainous land were dispelled. Many mountain people fell to the ground.

"Shoot. Everyone shoots." The officer, sergeant major, and sergeant shouted loudly. Many people started shooting frantically through the sandbags and the gaps between the stakes. Pistols, shotguns, shotguns, revolver rifles, everyone was shooting for a while, and the distance was very close, as if those mountain people could enter with only one step. Fear, the tense environment made them pull the trigger frantically before aiming at the target. Then reload. shooting. Reload.

"Bang bang bang." The six-barreled Vulcan began to spin frantically and shoot. Masses of mountain people were knocked to the ground as if they were cutting wheat. Crazy replacement of the magazine. Everyone is shooting. The smoke emitted had made them unable to see where the mountain people rushed. But as long as they shoot, they will not be able to make it through. This is the consensus in their hearts.

"Boom." The artillery began to participate in the battle. The shotguns they use are as powerful as machine guns. The intensively charged mountain people gave their shotgun a higher killing effect. Large swathes of mountain people were killed and injured.

"Throw a grenade," the sergeant chief yelled. The sergeant major believes that their safety distance is shortening, and they need a safe distance to ensure continuous shooting. In close combat, the mountain people are very difficult.

"Boom." The grenade began to be thrown out intermittently. There were gunshots, cannons, and explosions everywhere, and the sergeants had to shout loudly to convey the order. The environment is extremely noisy, but many people hear nothing. They only have one thing, to kill the opposite person. Although I can't see anything.

One side is a tribe with gunpowder weapons, and one side is a tribe with sticks, bows and arrows, and a few bronze metal weapons. The victory or defeat of the war was judged all at once.

When the lieutenant colonel on the high platform found that the mountain people had begun to retreat. The gunfire was still ringing. The slow running was ruthlessly knocked to the ground. There will be no torture to die, and it will be misfortune not to die.