paranoianovel Chapter 753 A strategy to attack the heart
Chapter 753 A strategy to attack the heart
Chapter 753 A strategy to attack the heart
After those "giants" holding chainsaws, serrated shields and carrying cannon barrels on their shoulders entered the city, it seemed that the fighting became more intense, with houses exploding and flames blazing from time to time, and there was not much difference from before.
The dead city of New Naples seems like a devil's den that devours everything.
Screams, wails, artillery fire, and gunshots composed the tragic song of hell.
The British soldiers who were digging breastworks on the shore, occupying towers, adjusting naval guns and aiming at the French fleet looked back from time to time, their faces full of worry.
They had no intention of confronting the French. Almost everyone was keeping an eye on the passage leading from the port to the city.
Suddenly, a panicked sound of footsteps approached.
"Help! Someone come quickly!"
"Ah, no!"
The shrill screams accompanied by the horrific sound of flesh being torn made every British soldier present shudder. Without Colonel Scott's orders, they spontaneously raised their weapons and aimed at the entrance.
Lieutenant Colonel Scott swallowed his saliva. He was not a man who had never seen the world. When he was serving in the Cape Colony, he had dealt with Zulu black wizards. In his opinion, all witchcraft and demons would be reduced to ashes by a burst of white crystal bombs.
But he had never seen such an evil demon that even the King's squad led by the Iron Duke was still unable to defeat.
The next moment, a soldier covered in blood ran out. When he stepped into the light of the searchlight, the despair and panic on his overly young face were engraved in the memory of almost everyone who witnessed this scene.
puff-
The sharp lance pierced the soldier's back.
They were a group of heavily armed cavalrymen covered in frost armor and tattered cloaks, but their mounts ran as silently as if they were carrying air.
They were seen walking out of the passage slowly, with the leading cavalrymen picking up the bodies of the soldiers with their weapons. Searchlights swept over, illuminating their pale faces like vampires under their armor, and their eyes that were flashing with a faint blue light.
The mounts under their crotches were actually skeletons with only white bones left.
The cold wind swept out from the passage, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their teeth were chattering.
"Open fire and send these bastards back to hell!"
Before Lieutenant Colonel Scott could even give orders, the strong sense of fear drove the soldiers on the shore to start shooting. The dense bullets turned into a metal storm, tearing dozens of Wild Hunters into pieces in the blink of an eye.
call--
Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Lieutenant Colonel Scott observed carefully for a long time and found that the scattered undead cavalry had not been put together again. He said with a hint of sarcasm: "See, I said that bullets are the best way to exorcise demons."
Unfortunately, his witty remarks this time did not receive a response from his subordinates.
The adjutants were still immersed in fear, unable to extricate themselves.
They now believe that Texas is a terrible devil's den, and that their expedition is not for the purpose of making money, robbing, or acquiring colonies, but for the real purpose of fighting against evil.
"But isn't that the job of the Church and the Order?"
"Don't those Gauls always claim to be the eldest daughter of God? Let them handle this matter."
The vast majority of soldiers do not have such a high level of awareness - they travel thousands of miles to fight against evil, without asking for anything in return, and without fear of life or death. If they had such virtues, they would have joined the Knights Templar and become users of Holy Light long ago.
The fear of the unknown enemy and the uncertainty about whether they could obtain enough spoils in this battle caused their morale to plummet again and again.
The last straw that broke the camel's back was when a group of people walked out of the passage in a neat line, singing hoarse voices to the sound of passionate drum beats.
"God bless my king. May he always be victorious and glorious. May he be trusted by the people and happy. May he rule the country and enjoy a long reign."
"God bless my king! Raise your divine power, spread your net, protect the royal family, annihilate the enemy, and wipe them out in one blow. Destroy the conspiracy, destroy the treacherous party, and wipe out the rebellious alliance."
They held high the Union Jack and sang the tune - God Save the Queen.
It was originally a very solemn scene, but at this moment and in this scene, it seemed particularly strange.
"Our people are back?"
"Quick, shine the light over there!"
As the searchlight beam swept across, the figures revealed were British soldiers wearing blood-stained uniforms, covered in wounds, and even with their internal organs exposed.
"Oh my god, it's Robert's team!"
"This is a bunch of dead people!"
“Texans can enslave the dead!”
Screams and exclamations spread like an infectious disease, until the dead soldiers marching in neat rows got closer and closer, and finally someone couldn't help but open fire.
boom--
The bullet pierced the eye socket of the leading officer. The officer covered the wound with his hand in confusion and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you attack us, Lieutenant Colonel? We have fulfilled our duties. Please send a ship to take us home."
They did not fight back, but looked at their familiar comrades around them and pleaded: "Please, for the sake of being comrades, let us go home."
"You will become like this in the future. If you die in this devilish land, you will be tortured forever. You can only be freed by returning home."
Lieutenant Colonel Scott clenched his fists and shot the dead officer in the head.
He knew very well that he could not allow these resurrected comrades to continue talking. Killing them, although it would also make the soldiers feel "the death of the rabbit makes the fox mourn", was better than letting them get close.
Gunshots rang out one after another.
One by one, their comrades were shot and fell to the ground, never to get up again - they will be imprisoned on this land forever, enduring endless suffering and torture.
In fact, these undead soldiers wearing British military uniforms were all created by Prajna. Since they had no prototype in the story, they were very weak and would break at the slightest touch. However, the "strategies of attacking the heart" spoken from their mouths were more effective than the charge of a thousand Wild Hunt cavalrymen.
Many British soldiers had tears on their faces, some out of fear, and some were touched by the words "You will become like this in the future."
They clearly had a chance to be saved, but Lieutenant Colonel Scott gave up without hesitation.
This means that they will most likely face the same situation in the future.
Although the so-called "eternal torture without relief" was all lies, the British soldiers did not know that they might have been prepared for death before they came, but what was more terrifying than death was that they would never be redeemed.
This is not ignorance or superstition, but something that really exists.
America is already full of cultists and black wizards. The black slaves from Africa brought all kinds of beliefs and evil gods with them, so it is not surprising that they have many terrible methods.
Scott sighed deeply and said, "Admiral George, I'm sure you saw what happened just now. I think our officers and soldiers have completely lost their will to fight. I request to withdraw the ship."
On the sea outside the port, the French people who saw this scene had much more complicated feelings.
For most French people, watching the British suffer losses is a kind of enjoyment. Unfortunately, their opponents are too weird and too evil. Even the French soldiers who hate the British the most feel uneasy when seeing this scene, rather than gloating.
As the supreme commander of the squadron, Governor Enrique's mood was more complicated than that of ordinary naval officers and soldiers.
The fat meat that was originally planned to be divided up by them suddenly grew fangs and took a big bite of the diners, catching Governor Enrique, who had always advocated a tough stance against Britain, off guard.
There is no dispute that the French Army is the best in the world. The number of its standing troops is second only to that of Tsarist Russia, and the combat effectiveness of its individual soldiers is far superior to that of Tsarist Russia.
The British innovations in war machinery were indeed impressive, but France was not standing still.
However, the French still recognized the strength of the British Army.
The Texans were able to fight the British to this extent, so their strength should not be underestimated. They were by no means a prey that they could easily divide up. On the contrary, if they wanted to conquer Texas, the price they paid would certainly be extremely heavy.
Governor Enrique's complex emotions are mainly concentrated here.
France now has too much on its plate, with territories in North Africa, West Africa, Madagascar, South America, West Indies, East Indies, Indochina, and even Spain itself. This empire, second only to Britain, on which the sun never sets, now needs to maintain high military expenditures for shipbuilding.
But France's capital was far less than that of the British, who owned colonies in India and North America.
According to the strength demonstrated by Texas, if they really defeated the British, France should give these "devils" an opportunity for equal cooperation.
They used weapons and equipment to exchange for Texas' minerals and agricultural products, and armed these powerful dark creatures to become a bleeding sink for the British.
Thinking of this, Enrique became excited again.
He whispered, "Texans, the great France is watching you, let me see your potential."
The next moment, a dragon roared like thunder.
Governor Enrique subconsciously raised his head and saw a huge red and black figure looming in the clouds.