Chapter 951: Bloodbath

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Twenty thousand marines charged toward the trench in front of Helande Zhen, covering the sky and earth.

The generals realized that both the British regular army and the militia were in the front trench.

Therefore, they immediately launched a key attack on the front.

They knew very well that as long as this portion of British soldiers was annihilated, the other British would be nothing but a rabble.

Suddenly, a large number of troops poured into the front battlefield.

Jon's regular army and militia were instantly unable to hold their ground.

The marine soldiers fought bravely; after occupying the trench, they attacked the trenches behind through the communication tunnels.

Hand Grenades cleared the way, and follow-up soldiers moved in to mop up.

Under skilled tactics, one trench after another was breached by them.

The reinforcing marines also flanked from both wings, firing wildly.

Targeted by the marines, the majority of the British regular army died instantly, and the militia also suffered heavy losses.

The expressions on their faces changed from initial arrogance to seriousness, then to worry, and finally to terror.

At this moment, they finally realized a cruel fact.

The individual quality of the Da Song soldiers was not at all inferior to the British, and their discipline was even more formidable.

At the same time, they possessed a greater advantage in firearms.

Engaging with such an army, they had no advantage whatsoever.

Realizing this, their will to fight was instantly dealt a heavy blow.

"Captain, the situation has exceeded our expectations; we must retreat now." An officer stumbled to Jon's side, his face anxious.

The Da Song soldiers had already breached six trenches, and they were at the eighth trench.

"This is impossible, this is impossible." Jon seemed not to hear what the officer was saying, only murmuring to himself.

Then, as if suddenly jolted awake, he roared, "Holland has eighty thousand men; we will definitely win, we will definitely win..."

"Boom!" His words were ended by a loud explosion.

A Hand Grenade that flew from an unknown location landed at Jon's feet.

In the violent explosion, Jon and the officer were lifted by the blast wave and slammed hard against the wall of the trench.

Shrapnel tore through many parts of their bodies.

Fresh blood flowed out in spurts, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

In his final moments of clarity, a voice echoed in his heart.

The glory of their British monarch would end in the hands of this Yan Wang.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Boom!"

"Kill!"

"..."

On the battlefield, the sound of gunfire, the explosions of Hand Grenades, and the roars of soldiers mixed with the metallic sound of Bayonets clashing into one.

After Jon died, although an officer immediately took over Jon's command.

But facing a battlefield that filled them with despair, the officer in charge chose to flee.

A dozen Red Cedar Army soldiers and over three hundred militia abandoned the prisoners and townspeople of Holland and fled south regardless of everything.

At this time, only the numerous prisoners and townspeople, who had only a small number of Flintlocks or were only holding cold weapons, remained on the battlefield.

Facing them, the marine generals immediately closed their loose formation, gathered the soldiers, and fired in a line formation.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Dense Bullets flew toward the charging British prisoners.

The prisoners charging in the front were instantly riddled with holes like a sieve.

In an instant, the people charging in the front fell in a row, like wheat swept by a gale.

The townspeople following the prisoners in the charge were still hot-blooded.

Suddenly becoming the front row, with corpses everywhere before their eyes, their hot blood instantly turned to ice.

Their forward steps were abruptly halted, and they even involuntarily wanted to retreat.

The pitch-black muzzles in the hands of the Da Song soldiers made them tremble with fear.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The marine soldiers pulled the Triggers again.

They had no pity, because the British had never shown pity for the millions of Da Song commoners who died during the internal chaos of Da Song.

If they had even a shred of pity, they would not have created this tragedy.

Of course, they had high-sounding reasons.

That was for the interests of the empire.

Since that was the case, they also had their own reasons.

For the interests of Da Song!

"Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of gunfire came one after another.

The British fell into pools of blood in waves.

As long as the British refused to surrender, the attack would continue.

In the distance, Zhao Xu and the others watched this scene, their faces calm as an ancient well, just quietly waiting for the final result.

If they resisted to the end, this battlefield could only evolve into a massacre.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of gunfire continued, and the area it covered became wider and wider.

This was the Marine Corps surrounding all of Holland, currently preparing for an all-out assault.

After the sixteenth gunshot, Zhao Xu observed through his Telescope that some British had thrown down their Weapons.

Afterwards, more and more people threw down their Weapons and raised their hands.

At this moment, there was only fear on their faces, and not a trace of ferocity remained; they were like rabbits that had been tamed.

"Detain all the living, assign them numbers; just as I promised, everything in Holland will be taken to be distributed as rewards for merit, and they are also your spoils of war," Zhao Xu said, pointing at the British townspeople and prisoners.

He had taken the Australia continent and naturally hoped that the Australia continent would immediately generate value to compensate for the manpower, material resources, and financial capital invested in the war.

Therefore, slaughter was merely a means to make the enemy submit, not the goal.

Otherwise, the war would be a losing venture.

Keeping these British as slaves would not affect production in Holland and would immediately generate benefits.

It was equivalent to the land simply changing owners.

Enslaving the British was a logical progression.

Since Westerners enslaved their indigenous people and even treated the Overseas Song People like pigs.

Then they must be prepared to be settled with.

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