Can sing and dance well!

For the Englishmen who were in this rain of bullets, they simply could not understand this "nationality".

For them, everything they are facing now is undoubtedly unfamiliar.

The roar of the machine gun was deafening to the dumbfounded officers and soldiers of the English Legion, but to the new model army that was trapped in heavy rain, it was like the roar of the god of death.

On the battlefield, the dense gunfire was like the laughter of the god of death. The god of death flew through the air, waving his sickle and carrying out a massacre, and the rain of bullets swept everything in the dense column.

life!

Life-like lives have passed away like this...

At this time, more than a dozen square formations composed of nearly 30,000 new model troops were already covered by a blood mist. Red blood mist kept rising in the flying dust and grass chips. The blood mist seemed to rise from the ground, and they kept rising up, covering the new model troops.

In the rain of bullets like heavy rain, the shouts of officers kept coming. The new model soldiers who were suddenly hit completely forgot the pride of sweeping thousands of troops. They were originally preparing to charge at the bayonet, but they stood there in despair and at a loss. They didn't know whether they should move forward or what to do?

But the whistling bullets dragged in the air did not stop because of their hesitation, but instead kept falling on them like eyes.

What's this?

Where did the bullets come from?

From the gap between the columns of the English Legion!

"Escape!"

Facing death, someone finally faces reality!

Some people began to flee backwards, and fear spreads on the battlefield, and it spreads quickly. When someone turned around and fled backwards, the living people fled behind them, but the bullets did not stop because of their escape, and a bullet chased them in the rear like death.

While they were running, no one cared about the gunshots behind them, but they could hear the screams of people around them when they were injured. Sometimes, they could even hear the crisp sounds of bullets hitting bones. Of course, what was even more deadly was the muffled sounds made when the bullet hits the head.

In the air, there were "bells" everywhere, which was the sound made when the bullet hit the breastplate. Although they escaped quickly, the bullets flew faster. The bullets "swooshed" from a distance and fell down one by one.

The changes on the battlefield were completely beyond George Monk's imagination. Even after suffering a few minutes of blows, he didn't figure out what was going on. He just stared at the sleeping battlefield, watched the soldiers being knocked to the ground, saw their heads being constantly penetrated by enemy bullets, watched the white brains and blood flying in the air, and watched the soldiers being torn to pieces by bullets.

What's going on?

In the range of George Monk's sight, there was a red area everywhere. The red red was like London fog, covering his sight. The red balls seemed a little weird under the sunlight, as if it was the breath of death, constantly rising, disappearing, and then rising again.

"Quick, fast, general, we are powerless, we must be in everyone..."

Finally, Blair, an adjutant who realized that everyone had become targets, finally reacted. At his reminder, when George Monk was about to give orders, his horse fell down suddenly as if it was hit by a giant hammer. As he fell, a red blood mist burst out. The red mist covered him like rain. At the same time, George Monk fell to the ground.

He was undoubtedly lucky, but for more soldiers of the new model army, they had no chance to avoid the rain of bullets. When they ran away, bullets kept hitting their backs, especially as the distance drew, the curved trajectory made the bullets fall from the air like raindrops. This was the Rain of Death without any dead corners!

Lead rain falling from the sky roars, harvesting life on the earth!

The soldiers fled back in despair.

One hundred digits.

Two hundred digits.

Three hundred yards.

Even though they escaped five hundred yards away, the bullets still enveloped them like raindrops. At this time, all they could hear were the puff sound when their bodies were hit, and the sound when their bones were broken by bullets. All of this mixed with the sound when their breastplate was penetrated and the screams of people, becoming the last masterpiece that many people made in their lives.

The battlefield at this time is no longer a battlefield, but a meat grinder.

Thirty thousand England were thrown into the meat grinder, and in the dense rain of lead, it turned into a pile of broken limbs and broken arms. Thousands of corpses were scattered on the battlefield one by one. The dense bullets were like the scythe of the god of death, and instantly swept down the new model officers and soldiers in groups like cutting wheat.

Sometimes, the body that was constantly hit by bullets was like a dancer, twisting there, as if it was really dancing there.

Even the stupidest people seem to have become dancers who can sing and dance in front of it.

But for people in the distance, at this moment, they finally knew what the "death's sickle" is.

Death's Scythe!

This is just a thing in the legend. In the past, for these people who believed in God, they only learned about this term in literary vocabulary at most, but now, they finally saw the waving of the God of Death's sickle in the world!

But even for Cromwell, even when he opened his eyes in shock, he just stood there without help, and then watched those people die constantly, people struggled in the rain of bullets, and the loss of fresh lives...

Such an extremely tragic scene has never happened in human history.

This is no longer a battle.

But just the massacre continued, the massacre was repeated, repeated.

Rain of bullets, blood mist, gunshots... In the end, all of this merged into two words death and corpses.

At this time, time seemed to be still. For those Englishmen in the English Legion, they were useless now, and they were just looking at all in horror.

The scene of corpses piled up on the battlefield, and the blood flowed also scared them!

The scene like hell made their hands start to tremble.

"God, it's okay, it's okay, we follow the Chinese..."

All of them were there to be glad that they betrayed England and became mercenaries of the Chinese.

What is certain is that while the bullets spit out from the barrel of the machine gun fell mercilessly on the body of the new model army, the bullets also fell into their hearts, making them afraid to have any rebellious intentions towards the Chinese...
Chapter completed!