The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Abandoning the linear formation means basically abandoning the most effective means of attack. The flintlock rifles equipped by the privates have very low accuracy and slow loading speed. Well-trained infantry can only fire three bullets a minute. When the formation disperses and launches a charge, the already low hit rate will become lower and lower.

But this was also a forced decision. At this point, the enemy's fire suppression had been completely formed. Not to mention launching an advance, the privates in the front had died one after another, and the privates in the rear were almost fighting on the corpses of their comrades.

If the rear was not just the beach and the vast ocean, then in fact the entire army should have retreated after fighting to this point because defeat was already inevitable.

However, the current geographical disadvantage blocked their retreat, and they could only choose to disperse their ranks and launch attacks in the form of skirmishers, but the weapons in their hands could not launch effective attacks like the enemies on the opposite side.

The artillery should have provided increased firepower cover for the infantry, allowing them to continue advancing, but at this moment the artillerymen in the rear suffered even more serious casualties. At least 80% of the artillerymen died in the explosion caused by the shelling, and the remaining artillerymen only carried light artillery, which did not have a long enough range or strong enough power.

From the time of landing to the start of the battle, less than two hours had passed, and the Second Fleet's army who landed on the beach had suffered 70% casualties.

The remaining 30% of the troops have not yet advanced into the Yan Army's position until now, and now the troops that have been beaten to a pulp are all spread out, which has slowed down the rate of casualties to a certain extent.

The soldiers no longer blindly attacked head-on. They began to run wildly in all directions, hoping to escape from the battlefield, rush deep into the island, and engage in guerrilla warfare with the Yan people.

In fact, in the past they had never been forced to engage in guerrilla warfare by the enemy, but through this ongoing battle, everyone realized that they could not engage in a head-on battle with the Yan people.

There is no doubt that the Golts learned something from this battle.

But if you want to escape, you can't just run away.

On high ground, in the Yanbing position, the heavy artillerymen have stopped firing. Now that all the Golts have dispersed, the heavy artillery they fired can hardly cause effective damage.

Of course, continuous bombing would work, but it is not necessary.

Because what replaced it was the firepower output of the light gunners, which were multi-barreled rapid-fire machine guns. The gunners' faces were red, their eyes were shining, their hands were tightly grasping the handles, and the narrow gun barrels were facing the Goths fleeing everywhere below.

"Smash them!!!" A series of excited shouts like wolf howls.

"Chu tu tu tu tu!!"

Several small-caliber shells were instantly fired out from the long and narrow gun barrel!

Compared with those heavy artillery, the power of these shells is really not worth mentioning. Its power is much smaller, but its high rate of fire is something that those heavy artillery cannot match in any way.

Within a minute, these machine guns can fire forty or fifty rounds. Just like at this moment, under the high-speed shooting, the machine guns kept shaking, and the gunners who were holding the handles tightly with both hands inevitably shook as well.

Although the bullets fired were not as powerful as conventional artillery shells, they were more than enough to deal with human tissue.

Just like what is happening right now.

Xia Liyang was sweating profusely as he ran wildly towards the north with the privates. His eyes were fixed on the group of rocks in front of him. As long as he passed through there, he could get around the island. This was the only thing he could do at the moment.

A frontal breakthrough is no longer possible, and only multiple breakthroughs can allow some people to enter the island, and now, he hopes that he can be one of them.

As he ran for his life, the dense "bang bang" sounds made his heart pound, but at this moment, bullets were flying everywhere, so he could only ignore them and keep moving forward.

But suddenly, the group of soldiers running in front of him suddenly flew in all directions.

This happened in an instant. Less than three meters in front of him, the running soldiers suddenly took off without warning, and along with them flew their broken arms, legs, opened skulls, and unevenly split pieces of flesh.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

Xia Liyang's pupils shrank, and he stopped abruptly, his whole body almost stiff.

A cloud of blood-red mist was still lingering around the torn apart soldiers. The strong, pungent smell of blood almost made Xia Liyang vomit. The internal organs that were shot out of the chest and abdomen slowly flowed to the ground, and the reddish-brown blood was scattered all over the place.

There were still a dozen bullet holes next to the bodies of the dead soldiers, announcing the destruction they had brought.

"Be careful! Marshal!" The soldiers behind him shouted and pounced on Xia Liyang, who was stiff all over.

"Bang bang bang!"

Xia Liyang, who fell to the ground with the bullet, finally came to his senses from his trance. He was about to get up from the ground, but his left hand was empty.

He staggered and fell to the ground.

When Xia Liyang turned his head to look at his left hand, his already pale face suddenly lost all color and his expression froze in an instant.

At some point, the left hand had been broken at the forearm, with only a layer of skin left hanging on the arm, and the hanging forearm was dangling in front of my eyes.

"Ahhh!"

The intense pain finally came after a few breaths of delay, and a heart-wrenching scream came out of Xia Liyang's throat.

The scene around was even more unbearable to look at. The soldier who had rushed over earlier had already turned into a pool of minced meat, and the soldiers next to him were scattered all over the place, lying on the ground in various postures. Those who were lucky enough to survive were still making faint groans.

Sticky blood mixed with clumps of human tissue stuck to the ground. Xia Liyang, covered in blood, used his only remaining right hand to support himself and climbed up, then ran wildly while howling.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

Amid the sound of dense gunfire, bullets from the rapid-fire cannons rained down across the battlefield.

The high-speed shooting had caused the front end of the barrel to begin to turn red, the machine gun was shaking more and more violently, and the gunner's body was shaking more and more violently.

However, the gunner still held the handle tightly, as if the machine gun was a part of his body. The huge noise continued to bombard the gunner's ears, but he enjoyed it, as if he was encouraged.

In the continuous shooting, the enemy's body was torn into pieces, which made the gunner's eyes turn bloodshot, hot sweat flowed out of his body, and the roar coming out of his mouth became more and more excited.

"Smash them!!!"

This is not a literal venting, but a real crushing of the enemy's body.

"Thumbs up!"

There was another burst of shooting. The machine gun was shaking so much that it seemed to be falling apart. The gunner was also moving with it, and the shaking was getting more and more violent.

Then, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed for a moment, but even so, he still held the handle tightly and was reluctant to let go.

"Brother, go down and have a rest!"

At this time, the Yanbing behind him rushed forward impatiently and forcibly pulled the gunner away from the machine gun.

Then, he grabbed the handle tightly and howled excitedly:

"It's my turn!"