The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 398 One Person's Defense

"From here to here, the three regiments will take turns attacking, put pressure on them, and determine the location of their personnel! I only have one request, put pressure on them, and keep putting pressure on them!"

"They only have 700 people, they can't hold out for long. Keep attacking and concentrate all their main forces on this line! If there is a chance to break through their defenses, don't ask me, just mobilize your troops to penetrate them."

Sherman pointed to the map and gave orders to the three infantry regiment commanders.

"Yes, sir!" The three men saluted and left.

"Let the cavalry rest first!" Sherman said to the messenger again.

Then Sherman's eyes returned to the map in front of him.

It soon became clear how much weight that Chinese man really had.

……

Although the sun was shining brightly throughout Chicago at this time, the entire city was in a depressing atmosphere, as if a heavy rain was about to come.

When the army arrived at the train station in the morning, Mayor Thompson had already notified the citizens to stay at home.

After all, he can't afford to offend either of them.

The streets of Chicago are now deserted. If you occasionally see someone, they will walk quickly and carefully, for fear of being caught up in the war that may break out at any time and being killed by stray bullets that come from nowhere.

The upper class people in Chicago were all waiting for the final news at home, and even the daily banquets were stopped.

No matter what they think in their hearts, whether they like Chen Zhengwei as a Chinese, the results will come out within a few days.

At the same time, Chen Zhengwei was standing in a dusty room wearing a green gentleman's suit, with a mirror in front of him that reflected his entire figure.

Chen Zhengwei was looking at himself in the mirror. Although he didn't like wearing green very much, this gentleman's suit that he had just drawn from the system was still quite pleasing to the eye on him.

It looks environmentally friendly at first glance.

boom!
A gunshot rang out not far away, as if something had been broken.

The depressing atmosphere that had been hanging over Chicago was suddenly broken by the sound of gunfire.

What followed was more intense gunfire that rang out everywhere.

It was as if half the city was on fire.

Some residents not far away were trembling in their homes, looking cautiously through the windows in the direction where the gunshots came from.

"It's started!" Chen Zhengwei finally moved his gaze away from the mirror and raised his eyebrows.

He turned and walked out of the room, his leather shoes making a metallic collision sound as they stepped on the ground.

He had two iron plates on the soles of his shoes, and his men would know he was nearby when they heard the sound.

As for being heard by the enemy, he didn't care at all.

Outside the room was an alley with more than thirty young men standing in it.

These were the last few people Chen Zhengwei could mobilize, and all the others had been assigned to other positions.

The more than 10,000 bullets drawn from the system space were also distributed. Half of them were in the hands of these thirty people, and the other half were distributed, leaving Chen Zhengwei with only more than 1,000 bullets.

The other 400 bullets, along with the men, were on the other side of the city, waiting for Sherman's cavalry troops.

"Boss!" More than thirty young men stood upright in the alley, each holding a submachine gun in their hands, but what attracted people most attention was the gray helmets on their heads.

At this time, the U.S. Army still wore hard felt hats, mainly for identification.

Chen Zhengwei asked the metal processing factory here to make a batch of steel helmets with cotton pads inside. Although they are very thin, they are difficult for black powder bullets to penetrate, which can reduce some casualties.

The only downside was that it was too hot and very uncomfortable.

Chen Zhengwei walked towards the street corner with a submachine gun in hand and at a leisurely pace.

boom!
With a loud bang, a shell hit the building diagonally opposite, creating a big hole in the wall, and then exploded again.

Several Chinese youths wearing hunting suits and helmets ran to the side amid the dust.

"This guy really doesn't treat the people of Chicago as human beings!" Chen Zhengwei muttered, and took a step out of the alley with the muzzle of the gun pointing forward.

I saw hundreds of infantrymen shooting continuously in this direction from behind the cover. There was a lot of smoke, which even blocked their own vision.

There was also a 12-pound cannon mounted on the street, with a steel plate on top to block the gunner behind it.

Da da da!
After firing a shot, the aimer stuck his head out a little to observe. With three soft "da da da" sounds, a bullet hole suddenly appeared on the aimer's forehead, and he fell down with lifeless eyes.

During this period, it took six people to operate a cannon, and the others were immediately shocked.

However, before they could react, bullets flew across the battlefield and landed on them, accompanied by a sound like that of a typewriter.

First, the gunner was shot in the neck as he just leaned forward to take a look, and then the artilleryman who was holding the shell was shot in the waist, his body tilted, and then a bullet pierced his forehead.

Then, the assistant who wanted to drag away the gunner had one leg exposed behind the protective iron plate of the artillery. He was hit in the ankle by a bullet. He immediately shrank behind the artillery, covering his ankle and screaming.

Chen Zhengwei then adjusted the muzzle of his gun and fired at the other soldiers at the interface. Immediately, seven or eight soldiers who were preparing to shoot as the smoke cleared in front of them were shot and fell to the ground.

Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand and pulled out the magazine and threw it behind him, and then pushed another magazine in.

"Help, drag me back!" A soldier who was shot in the waist called for help from his comrades. A soldier not far away gritted his teeth and wanted to run over to drag him away, but his head was shot through as soon as it appeared, and the brain tissue and half of the skull flew out.

"FUCK!" The company captain who was commanding the attack here cursed angrily.

In just a dozen seconds, the entire artillery team was destroyed, and seven or eight of his men fell. He thought the enemy was going to counterattack.

I waited for the smoke above my head to dissipate, then cautiously stuck my head out to look, but saw no one.

After a quick glance, I saw a tall young man in green gentleman's suit standing at the entrance of the alley.

A person?

Where are the others?
As soon as the company captain had this thought in his mind, everything went dark in front of his eyes and a bullet went straight through his head.

Chen Zhengwei stood at the entrance of the alley, feeling like he was playing whack-a-mole. Whenever the smoke faded and a soldier popped up to shoot, he would shoot at them.

Hundreds of soldiers on the other side of the street were suppressed by him alone, and people were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

"Damn it, how many people are on the opposite side of us?" The soldiers hiding behind the bunkers cursed angrily. They didn't even know the basic situation such as how many people had fallen on the opposite side and where they were.

After killing more than 30 people, the enemy's offensive power was greatly reduced, and the gunfire in other areas became more and more intense. Chen Zhengwei said to those behind him: "Leave five people to help suppress it! Evacuate in half an hour!"

After saying that, he crossed the street with a gun in hand and continued walking along the defense line.

"Boss!" In the building on the other side, a dozen thugs saw with their own eyes that Chen Zhengwei suppressed an entire company of the enemy alone. When they looked at Chen Zhengwei, it was as if they were looking at a god.

"Look ahead! This is a fucking battlefield! You guys are all alone, and no one will burn incense for you if you die!" Chen Zhengwei walked over with his gun in hand, cursing.

Although Chen Zhengwei scolded them a few times, everyone else was laughing.

Everyone knows the boss's temper.

Especially since the boss personally went to the battlefield and showed them this skill.

"As long as we are alive, they will never be able to get through us!" said a Chinese man in his forties seriously.

"Living a good life is the best! How many women have you played with?" Chen Zhengwei said without turning his head.

The metal soles of the shoes stepped on the stone slabs in the alley. Every thug who heard the sound knew that the boss was coming and immediately perked up.

"Boss, be careful! There are two teams of soldiers ahead!" Someone leaned out of a window and whispered.

In addition to the people arranged at the intersection, there are also some people who roam the alleys to provide support, and are also responsible for luring the enemy in and then strangling them.

The remaining submachine guns and smokeless powder bullets were in the hands of these people.

Someone not far away heard the sound of metal colliding and immediately shouted, "This way!"

A small group of soldiers was standing at the entrance of the alley, two of them were aiming their guns into the alley.

Da da!

The two men had just seen a young man in green gentleman's suit in the alley, with dozens of Chinese "soldiers" wearing helmets following him, and then they had their heads blown off.

The remaining people at the entrance of the alley were startled, and three more people rushed out, but before they could see clearly, they were shot in the chest and forehead.

The remaining five people were frightened and hid behind the wall, gasping for breath and not daring to show their heads.

However, the sound of metal collision was getting closer and closer.

Even at the entrance of the alley, only one step away from the corner.

A soldier put a bayonet on the muzzle of his gun, suddenly shouted, dodged, and fired a shot forward.

despair!
Chen Zhengwei used a submachine gun in one hand to blow his head off, then slapped the other party's bayonet aside with the other hand and watched the soldier fall in front of him.

Chen Zhengwei stepped on the back of his head and was about to take a step forward, but suddenly stopped.

Boom!

Several gunshots were heard from behind the corner of the alley. The soldiers fired subconsciously. The bullets hit the wall next to Chen Zhengwei, causing stone chips to fly everywhere.

Chen Zhengwei then stepped on the head of the corpse on the ground and walked out of the alley. The soldiers were still frantically pulling the bolts of their guns, but the submachine gun in Chen Zhengwei's hand had already swept over.

Then Chen Zhengwei felt a warning sign again. Through the smoke, he could see that more than 20 meters ahead, there was a team of ten people standing in a row and looking towards this side.

Their actions were very similar to the old line-up execution tactics... Chen Zhengwei smiled at them, shrank back, and hid in the alley again.

Bang bang bang!

As a series of gunshots rang out, Chen Zhengwei's body had not yet moved out, but the gun in his hand had already been extended out, with fire spurting out of the muzzle.

A minute later, Chen Zhengwei crossed the alley and continued walking forward.

Five minutes later, at a street corner, more than 20 army soldiers who had just broken through the defense line fell to the ground.

Not far from them was a building that was collapsed by artillery fire. Chen Zhengwei could see corpses under the collapsed bricks, stones and wood... wearing his men's hunting clothes and helmets that had rolled to the side... at least four people.

"Leave five people here!" Chen Zhengwei said to the people behind him, and left with an expressionless face.

Just dead people... This is what they do for a living, if they go out to work they will die!

Whether you will be successful or die in a foreign land depends on your fate!

Chen Zhengwei kept wandering around the front line of the exchange of fire between the two sides, feeling the changes in the opponent's offensive front, and at the same time constantly giving orders to the henchmen he met, mobilizing them to either block the enemy's large forces, or lure the enemy in and then strangle them.

At the same time, Sherman in the command center at the train station continued to receive news from the street front.

"The 10rd Company of the th Infantry Regiment encountered extremely strong firepower, and more than half of them were killed or wounded..."

"Three squads of soldiers from the 10th Company of the th Infantry Regiment went missing after breaking through the defense line."

"All the members of the 10th Company of the th Infantry Regiment were killed..."

"The 10th Company of the th Infantry Regiment broke through the defense line, but encountered an enemy attack fifteen minutes later and all of them were killed."

"The 2nd and rd Companies of the nd Infantry Regiment encountered a large number of enemies and suffered heavy losses..."

"So, their main force has been lured here!" Sherman slammed his fist on the table and couldn't help but smile.

"Call the cavalry commander!"

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　　Also, no water!
　　We can't just skip over this battle, or have a beginning, a middle, and an end, because that would be too anticlimactic.

　　In fact, I don’t like writing war scenes either, and I write war scenes much slower than normal plots.

　　But you have to write even if you don’t like it.

　　
　
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