The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 386 God is helping me
"That's it? I used to think these foreigners were so powerful!" In a small building, a Chinese man in hunting clothes sneered as he loaded bullets into the magazine.

When the war just started, most people were still a little nervous.

However, once the firefight broke out, the soldiers of the 18th and 19th Regiments were stunned.

After just twenty minutes of fighting, the two infantry regiments left behind more than two hundred corpses and retreated like a tide.

Compared with the soldiers of these two infantry regiments, Chen Zhengwei's men not only have strong firepower and are familiar with the terrain of Chicago, but are also better at close combat and small-scale conflicts.

After all, Chen Zhengwei's men are better at street conflicts and sweeping people into sieves on the streets.

"I remember the boss told us to fight and retreat at the same time..." another young man suddenly spoke.

The man who had just sneered suddenly stopped talking.

After a moment, he walked out of the alley and looked towards a row of two-story buildings in the distance, only to see someone waving flags.

"Retreat after the sound of artillery fire!"

……

"The 2nd Company of the 18th Regiment encountered the enemy and could not hold out..."

"The Sixth Company can no longer hold on..."

"Those Chinese have too much firepower!"

The command center at the train station was like a vegetable market at this time.

"Mr. Brigadier General, the Chinese are very powerful, and they are very familiar with the streets of Chicago. We were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties! We need some firepower support!"

"The firepower is very fierce? Tell me the details!" Nelson looked at the map, and the staff officer next to him kept marking on the map.

The entire area from the train station toward downtown Chicago is filled with enemies.

"You say it!" The commander of the 18th Regiment turned his head and said.

A soldier, shot in the shoulder and thigh and covered in blood, was carried in.

"General, my teammates and I were advancing down the street when we suddenly ran into the enemy. They were also surprised. Just as we were about to aim, their guns were already sweeping over us..."

"We could only fire one shot at a time, but they could fire dozens of shots at a time. They didn't even need to aim. The people around me fell down. When we met them in narrow places like streets and alleys, we couldn't even dodge!"

"It was only until another team heard the noise and came to support them that they retreated..." The soldier's face was filled with pain.

The scene was so desperate. With just one encounter, bullets were everywhere and the other people around him fell down trembling.

Nelson looked up at the soldier, asked a few more questions, and then said, "You are very brave, soldier! Now you can go and rest and recover from your injuries!"

Nelson had figured out what was going on from the soldiers' words.

However, he also asked people to bring in some soldiers who had had direct encounters with the enemy for questioning.

He already knew that the enemy had strong firepower and shot very quickly.

But after hearing the explanations of the soldiers on the scene, he realized that the method of using this firearm is completely different from the single-shot rifles used by the army now, and the fighting method is also completely different.

The single-shot rifles used by the army require aiming, but the enemy does not need to aim at all, they just need to pull the trigger and shoot continuously.

If the two sides encounter each other suddenly, one or two people on the other side can kill a team.

In addition, the opponent's guns do not produce smoke after firing, which will not obscure the vision, which also gives the opponent a great advantage in medium-range combat.

The other side was very familiar with the streets of Chicago, and their combat experience and courage were much greater than expected. They didn't look like a gang at all.

But an army.

This made Nelson feel bad. He originally thought that he could encircle and eliminate those gang members step by step after arriving, but now it seems... it is not that simple at all.

He really wanted to send a telegram to the logistics department to ask why they had such a weapon while the army was still using backward single-shot rifles.

In previous battles with the Indians, the army was far superior to the Indians in terms of military command, weapons, logistics, etc. It was a very pleasant feeling to watch the Indians charging towards the army in rows, and then falling down in front of the muskets with desperate expressions on their faces.

As a result, now they are Indians.

"Do they have any weaknesses?" Nelson walked to the window, looked outside, and then asked.

The commander of the 16th Regiment thought for a moment and said, "It is said that their gun barrels are very short, so they are more convenient to move around, but their range is much shorter than our rifles! And the way they shoot, the threat is greatly reduced at a long distance."

The leader of the 16th Regiment fell silent after he finished speaking.

These are indeed weaknesses in field combat.

But now they were in Chicago, in a bustling city with houses everywhere.

"Push the three-pounder cannon up, use shotgun shells, and try not to cause too much damage to the city! Advance step by step, drive them out of this area, and gradually reduce their space for movement!"

"We will arrive here today!" Nelson pointed to a point on the map and drew a horizontal line.

This is a main street two blocks away. The street is very wide, more than ten meters wide.

This is also the defensive position planned by Chen Zhengwei.

"I know!" The combat staff officer who had been thinking hard nearby suddenly exclaimed, attracting the attention of everyone else in the command center.

"I know why they didn't snipe at the train station, and I also know what their weakness is!" The staff officer looked excited.

"Bullets! They don't have enough bullets!"

"Their bullets are different from ours. Unless you prepare a large amount of bullets in advance, you can't get them elsewhere. Their guns shoot fast, which is their advantage, but also their biggest disadvantage. They consume bullets quickly!"

"Well done!" Nelson nodded approvingly.

After being reminded by the operations staff, he also understood.

"Although this Chinese man is a gang leader, he is indeed very smart and knows how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. But he has no chance to replenish his ammunition, so he dares not waste it at all. He wants to use the complex terrain of Chicago to inflict damage on us!"

"Still follow the previous plan and advance steadily to force them out of this area. Then we will engage in a tug-of-war with them and consume their ammunition!"

……

Half an hour later, the 20th and th Infantry Regiments, after resting, set out again, pushing out the three-pound cannons they carried.

"This time, let those Qing insects have a taste of our army's power!"

Many soldiers gnashed their teeth.

They were beaten so badly just now that they are still frightened.

However, after pushing out a street, they found that the way ahead was blocked by a group of people.

All the soldiers' eyes were filled with anger, because the people in front of them were wearing army uniforms and were covered in blood. They were obviously soldiers of the 22nd Infantry Regiment who had been captured before!

There was a pleading look in these soldiers' eyes, which made the advancing soldiers of the 18th Regiment dare not look them in the eye.

"Damn all the Qingchong!"

Apparently, the Qing soldiers were using these wounded soldiers to hinder their attack.

"Is there anyone who can come out and talk?" a Polish youth shouted while hiding behind a wounded soldier.

"If you withdraw for three days, we will return these prisoners to you!" "Your only option is to surrender. If you don't surrender, you will die with that Chinese man!" The soldiers of the 18th Regiment cursed.

However, they did not dare to open fire and could only pass the message on.

After all, the people in front are our own people.

They would have liked to launch the attack in three days. The Chinese man was already blocked in Chicago and had nowhere to go.

The most important thing is that these frontline soldiers also hope that they can be rescued if they are captured by the enemy one day.

"We can't let that Chinese man do what he wants. Besides, except for two people, all the others of the 22nd Infantry Regiment have been killed! These people are fake!" Nelson rejected it directly after learning the situation!

"Attack from both wings..."

Nelson ran his finger across the map. Although he said that those wounded soldiers were fake soldiers of the 22nd Corps, they were not going to fire from the front, but to attack from both sides.

Forcing them to abandon these people and retreat.

As the order was passed down, other companies of the 18th Infantry Regiment flanked from both wings, but they ran into Wen Bingzhong and others who were lying in ambush there when they were halfway there.

Wen Bingzhong and others opened fire with their submachine guns, killing the people in front first.

The soldiers of the infantry regiment behind immediately pointed their guns towards Wen Bingzhong and others.

"Damn!" Wen Bingzhong and others' faces changed drastically, and they quickly retreated behind the cover.

"Fire! Fire!"

boom!
A large number of metal balls were ejected from the muzzle, hitting the bunkers near Wen Bingzhong and others like raindrops, and bricks, stones and wood chips flew everywhere.

A Chinese man groaned in pain: "My foot!"

The shotgun shells from the muzzle penetrated the cover near his legs, and several pellets hit his feet.

Wen Bingzhong and others leaned forward to open fire, and saw the soldiers from the army corps aiming their guns at them!
Bang bang bang!
There was a burst of gunfire and smoke.

Wen Bingzhong and others extended their guns from behind the cover, fired randomly forward, and then retracted them.

"Take him away!"

Wen Bingzhong gritted his teeth and asked others to send the wounded back.

After holding out for a while, Wen Bingzhong led his men to evacuate.

At the same time, when the artillery fire sounded, other people in the entire area began to evacuate.

Only the wounded soldiers in front of the 18th Infantry Regiment were still in place. Gunshots and artillery fire were heard not far away, and the battle did not abate in the slightest.

"It seems that your general doesn't want you to live!" A henchman sneered behind the wounded soldiers.

At this moment, from the window of a nearby small building, two men aimed at the wounded soldiers in the middle of the street and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Accompanied by gunshots, two wounded soldiers were shot in the chest and died.

This unexpected incident caused the wounded soldiers standing at the street corner with guns pointed at them to change their expressions drastically, and they kept shouting in despair:

"NO, NO!"

The soldiers of the 18th Regiment opposite them were also confused and turned their heads to look around.

"Fuck, they are so cruel! You work for them, and they don't even want you to be alive! Take them away!" The thugs behind the wounded soldiers cursed loudly and quickly fled with the others, dragging the wounded soldiers.

However, at this moment, two more gunshots were heard from somewhere, and two more wounded soldiers were shot dead.

Looking at the wounded soldiers who were shot and fell to the ground and died, the soldiers of the 18th Regiment felt a little sad.

Frontline soldiers like them can especially relate to this.

In particular, their general obviously did not agree to the other party's request and had no intention of exchanging the person back, and they did not know who fired the shot.

As for the person who fired the shot in the dark, he evacuated immediately after firing the shot.

Soon, the 18th Infantry Regiment continued to advance, while Chen Zhengwei's men kept retreating, and they stopped only after retreating to a wide main road. By this time, it had already darkened.

The attacks in the afternoon and evening achieved their intended goals, and Nelson was relieved.

It seems that there is no problem with my tactics, and the enemy is indeed short of bullets. In addition, their ability to withstand casualties is far lower than that of the army.

……

"Brother Wei, it's just as you thought. The other party doesn't agree to delay the attack for three days!"

"Seven or eight of the wounded soldiers were killed. The rest are very depressed now. They even quarreled in the cell just now. Many of them were very angry and cursed the other commander!"

Aaron said excitedly while sitting opposite Chen Zhengwei.

"After all, they were the ones who died. Everyone would curse them!" Chen Zhengwei smiled and said, "Pay attention to them. Pick some of them out to meet the reporters in a few days! Let them denounce the army and tell the reporters... they want to go home!"

"Brother Wei, it looks like it's going to rain tonight! Will it affect our plan?"

"It would be great if it could rain until tomorrow night!" said Chen Zhengwei.

As expected, it began to rain that night, washing away much of the smell of gunpowder in Chicago.

The rain did not stop the next morning, but the army still launched an attack and crossed the main road several times, but was quickly beaten back.

Here they encountered the fiercest resistance since the beginning of the war.

In addition to the 18th and 19th Regiments, even the 16th Regiment sent four companies to join the battle.

Nelson was constantly receiving information about the situation at the front at the command center. The current tug-of-war was completely in line with his plan, and he wanted to consume the opponent's ammunition as quickly as possible.

As long as the opponent's ammunition is used up, he will have no chance of turning around.

……

At night, Chen Zhengwei looked at the heavy rain outside the window, his eyes seemed to penetrate the night and the rain: "The weather is so good today! God is helping me! It turns out that I am God's favorite!"

You don’t even have to wash the floor after the battle!

After the rain stops, Chicago is clean again!

Passing the wine glass to Anna, Chen Zhengwei put on his coat and grabbed a soft hat.

"Brother Wei, we're ready!" Aaron was carrying a submachine gun and had a dozen men standing behind him.

After going downstairs, the group left the hotel through the back door and walked into the rain.

Bang!
The umbrella was opened, and raindrops swirled, covering Chen Zhengwei's head.

Chen Zhengwei walked slowly on the street, holding a cigar in his mouth, and after a while he arrived at the front line of both sides.

Behind a row of buildings facing the street, Wen Bingzhong and others were nervously checking their equipment and ammunition, and bullets were being pushed into the magazines one by one.

Several men in hunting suits and ponchos were checking bowstrings.

(End of this chapter)