MTL - Restart Spain-Chapter 163 Battle of Fes

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With the order of a Spanish officer, the machine guns that had been set up began to fire.

The Moroccans on the opposite side lined up neatly, step by step toward the Spanish formation.

The temporarily erected machine gun fortress, although simple, does not affect the firing of firearms.

"Da da da da da..."

The machine gunners will naturally not be soft-hearted in the face of this old-fashioned army marching in silly lines.

The fire of Maxim's machine gun continued.

"what!"

"my hand……"

Almost as soon as the machine guns opened fire, the Moroccans in the distance began to scream.

The soldiers in white uniforms and red round caps are like wheat overwhelmed by the wind.

Falling down piece by piece.

The parts that were hit were all gaps, and the Moroccans' uniforms were sprayed like a fountain of blood...

"Ah...ah..."

"help me!!……"

"Mother...."

In this kind of battlefield, death seems to be a lucky event.

The Moroccan soldier, who was lucky enough to be shot and survived, lay on the ground and wailed in pain.

The blood-stained white military uniform looked embarrassed in the flying sand and dust of Morocco...

"spread!!"

"Scatter formation..."

The Moroccan officer with split-eyed eyes roared, and next to him were his robes and subordinates falling in pieces.

"fast……"

But before he could shout the next sentence, a machine gun bullet pierced his chest.

An ordinary piece of unsupported wood fell straight behind him...

The open eyes seem to be looking at the sky, but there is no trace of consciousness in my mind...

He had a wonderful family, and these two lovely children, but the relentless bullets of the enemy took it all away.

But his dying words were orders to Moroccan soldiers.

The soldiers began to spread out, looking for any cover they could.

Behind the stones, behind the trees...

The Moroccans rushed to the bunker in confusion, and the soldiers who had already evaded raised their old-fashioned rifles.

Start fighting back against the Spaniards.

In the face of such intense firepower, the charge is nothing but death.

But the Spanish artillery began to fire again, and the Moroccans looked desperately at the cannonballs flying above.

No one knew if the cannonball would land on his head, and the screeching sound of the cannonball flying over was like the call of death.

"Peng!!"

A bomb fell next to the officer, and a huge crater was blown directly into the ground.

Dirt mixed with blood and water sprinkled on the soldiers of his company.

The little red cap can't stop any Shanghai at all.

The flying debris after the explosion caused secondary damage to the Moroccans...

Finally, the shelling stopped again.

Dense craters are scattered all over the Moroccans' direction...

But it's good for them, they can rely on the crater and avoid the strafing of Maxim's machine guns...

From Meknes to Fes, the wide and long front gradually opened.

And in the Spanish position, after the artillery had finished shelling, the headquarters had spread the chant of the general attack.

"Uuuuuu..."

The Spanish positions sounded the horn of the attack.

The Spanish soldiers in the trenches came out one after another.

With the call of the grass-roots officers, the Spanish soldiers began to prepare to charge.

Even in World War II, soldier charging is still the main theme of the battlefield.

The moment when the two sides are handed over, is also the moment when there is real mass destruction...

"Hurry up!!"

"Get on the bayonet, ready for melee at any time!!"

The long Vieri rifle was paired with a snow-white bayonet, shining with a cold and cold light.

The Spanish Army soldiers looked at the mess in front of them with resolute eyes.

There may be enemies behind every crater, every stone.

"Amen!"

A soldier silently drew a cross on his chest, praying silently that he would survive.

Then he took out the letter written by his wife for him from his chest, and wiped the dust intimately.

Then he looked forward with determination...

As a veteran of many battles, he knows the brutality of the battlefield.

Even if he has enough experience in the battlefield to survive, he knows that once he sets foot on the battlefield, he must be prepared to die.

From the beginning of trembling and vomiting, to the habit of now, he has become accustomed to such a situation on the battlefield...

"charge!!!"

"Come on!!"

"rush……"

With the officer's order, he took the rush and followed the large force to charge out.

There was no enemy in his sight, but he saw his old comrade Mortelence, after jumping into a crater and never coming out after two gunshots...

He already knew about this battlefield.

He hurried over to check, but the current situation made him breathe a sigh of relief...

The Moroccan soldier's shot just knocked off his helmet, and the soldier, who had widened his eyes, proved the outcome of the battle...

He patted Mortrance on the cheek and continued to charge.

"Come on!!"

The frantic charging shouts of the Spanish soldiers around him echoed in his ears.

He raised his gun and shot a Moroccan soldier in the crater, then the second, the third...

But the luck ends here, and as he wants to move on, there is a sudden pain in his chest...

He looked down, and there was already thick blood in his hands...

Slowly falling down, he looked at his comrade who was charging fast beside him, and couldn't help but think of his gentle wife at home...

In the blur, he heard someone approaching him, shouting:

"Medic! Medic! Come on..."

...

The charge of the Spanish soldiers was incomparably heroic, and the shouts of killing resounded through the sky...

With the advance step by step, the number of Spanish soldiers who continued to charge gradually decreased.

But that doesn't change the reality of the Moroccan rout.

The Moroccans on the battlefield were littered with corpses, and the Spanish soldiers who stepped on them passed by...

"Your Excellency! The Moroccan army has almost been defeated, and we have won this war..."

Campos' adjutant said to Campos with some excitement.

As a soldier, the most important task is of course to win, and then you should consider other things~www.novelbuddy.com~ ah. After the end, I will count the casualties, I hope there will not be too much attrition. "

Campos raised the telescope in his hand and continued to look at the Moroccans who were still resisting in the distance.

The victory of this war is only a matter of time, eat the Moroccan soldiers who are still stubbornly resisting,

Next, the whole of Morocco will be undefended for the Spaniards...

"Yes, Your Excellency General!"

The adjutant gave a military salute. Although the outcome of the battlefield in front of him had become a foregone conclusion, the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength.

As a professional soldier, he never despised any enemy.

But in the same way, no matter it is the battle damage of the enemy or both, in his eyes, it is just a series of cold numbers...

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