The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 607 The real battle

"Their firepower is too strong!"

"Hold on for a while, our reinforcements will be here soon!"

"When they come, they can hold a funeral for us!"

In a forest, there was continuous sound of gunfire. A group of Cubans were hiding behind rocks on the mountainside and firing at the Chinese on the dirt road below.

At this moment, a burst of gunfire also broke out on the other side of the dirt road.

The Chinese who were fighting were immediately caught off guard.

If you zoom in, you can see that the people rushing over are all Chinese people wearing tattered clothes.

"Great! Those guys are finally here!" On the mountainside, the commander of the Cuban independence organization excitedly took his hat off his head.

"Hit me!"

"There are not many bullets left!" the adjutant next to him immediately reminded him.

They have always been short of bullets, and if the Betancourt family had not provided a batch of ammunition this time, they would have run out of bullets long ago.

"There are many?"

"Each person probably has less than ten rounds left!" The adjutant glanced at the soldiers not far away and whispered.

This was just a rough number, which he guessed based on the battle just now.

Since Cuba's independent organizations have always lacked weapons and ammunition, many of them have developed this ability.

"Let's get closer!" the commander gritted his teeth.

The distance now is too far, at least hundreds of meters.

Their guns had no rifling at all, so at this distance, it was impossible to tell where the bullets were going.

"No, their firepower is too strong. Getting close would be suicide!" the adjutant immediately objected.

"Fifty meters. We have to get close to fifty meters to kill them." The commander had a good idea. The guns in their hands had no rifling and their accuracy was too poor.

As long as the distance is shortened, a large number of casualties can be caused to the Chinese.

Recently, San Diego has offered a high reward, not only providing them with ammunition supplies and food, but also a bonus of 100 silver dollars for each of Chen Zhengwei's men killed.

If you can kill a commander, you can get a bonus of several thousand silver dollars.

If Chen Zhengwei can be captured or killed, there will be a reward of 200,000 yuan.

There will always be brave men when there is a big reward. Coupled with justice and hatred, these independent organizations will attack Chen Zhengwei and his group at the risk of their lives during the battle.

At his insistence, the order was given, and the Cubans came out from behind the rocks where they were hiding and slid down the hillside.

"Watch those carriages in the middle and shoot at them!"

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"Captain, there are people on both sides, at least more than two thousand people. The brothers are under too much pressure. Why don't we take out the big guys?" A member of the security company came up to Wen Bingzhong and said.

Not far from the two men, the security company members were either hiding behind the bullock carts or lying on the ground firing back.

Bullets kept flying past them, and from time to time a bullet hit the mud at their feet, splashing up a cloud of mud. There were also bullets falling on the ox carts, which caused them tremendous psychological pressure.

Especially when they were only attacked from one side, they could still rely on the steel plates installed on the ox cart as cover, but when they were attacked from both sides, the casualties immediately increased a lot.

Wen Bingzhong gritted his teeth and said, "Put out the machine guns and teach them a lesson!"

As they advanced over the past few days, the attacks became more and more intense.

Especially at night.

The intensity of the attack at night was much greater than that during the day. He had wanted to use machine guns again tonight, but now he could not delay any longer.

Several members of the security company braved the flying bullets and ran to the back of a carriage and lifted the lid, revealing a machine gun underneath.

A member of the security company had just dragged out the machine gun when a bullet flew through his head and his body fell off the carriage.

"Fuck!" The others cursed angrily and opened fire on both sides with their guns to suppress the enemy. Someone else dragged out a machine gun, put it on a tripod, and put a belt of ammunition on it.

"Go to hell! I'm going to kill you!" A member of a security company raised his submachine gun and fired at the jungle on the other side of the dirt road. Along with the sound of gunfire and breaking air, the bushes in the jungle were blown to pieces. Even the palm trees were broken into pieces by the bullets and then fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Those Cubans were already accustomed to the power of submachine guns. After all, submachine guns used pistol bullets, and although their range could reach 100 meters, their accuracy and power were limited.

However, the large magazine and rate of fire make it particularly suitable for short-range firefights in complex terrain.

But when the range is extended to 100 meters, it becomes somewhat weak.

So the Cubans' attacks have been getting farther and farther away in the past two days.

But machine guns are different.

The 7.92mm machine gun bullet is like a crusher, able to smash everything within sight. Not only does it have a range far exceeding that of a submachine gun, its power is also enormous.

The trees that could have been used as cover were shattered by machine guns.

The Cubans on one side were immediately stunned. Some of them had the trees in front of them torn to pieces, and the rest lay flat on the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

At the same time, members of the security company pulled out a machine gun from the back of the carriage, mounted it directly on the carriage, loaded it with ammunition, and fired at the Cubans who were rushing down the hill next to them.

The Cubans wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of a pincer attack to close the distance and increase their lethality.

But as soon as he rushed down, he was mowed down by a machine gun like mowing wheat. He screamed and turned around to run up the mountain.

However, there were far more people who fell on the way than those who were able to run back.

There was a trail of corpses on the hillside.

The battle lasted for more than half an hour, and the Cubans, who had suffered heavy casualties, finally began to flee.

Wen Bingzhong asked people to check the situation while counting the casualties and bullet consumption.

Chen Zhengwei, on the other hand, watched the entire process from the carriage inlaid with steel plates, with a gloomy face.

"Damn it!" Chen Zhengwei kept cursing. He had already noticed the weakness of the opponent's troops. If he were in charge, the battle would have ended half an hour ago.

Wen Bingzhong just stayed on the dirt road and fought with those people to the death, his feet seemed to be rooted there, and he turned a blind eye to the opponent's weaknesses.

Wrong, it’s not that you turned a blind eye, it’s that you didn’t notice it at all.

"What a fucking fool!" Chen Zhengwei wanted to get out of the car and take over the command several times, but he couldn't.

If he were in command, he would have defeated the Cubans immediately.

All the hardships along the way were in vain.

So he was very angry in the carriage.

"Brother Wei, it's safe now!" Wen Bingzhong came to Chen Zhengwei and said while waiting for the inventory.

Chen Zhengwei pushed open the car door and jumped out, kicking Wen Bingzhong to the ground.

"Do you know why I kicked you?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a gloomy face.

Wen Bingzhong got up from the ground and whispered, "Poor command."

"What's wrong with that?" Chen Zhengwei asked back.

Wen Bingzhong didn’t know either, but he was kicked the day before yesterday and yesterday.

He also has special respect for Chen Zhengwei, who saved his life.

It has nothing to do with Chen Zhengwei’s identity, status, and strength, it’s simply because Chen Zhengwei saved his life and the lives of so many people in Cuba.

So he listened to whatever Chen Zhengwei said.

"Come here!" Chen Zhengwei walked directly down the dirt road, walked forward for a while, and the two of them left the others.

Chen Zhengwei pointed to a ditch running down the mountainside and said, "See this? During the first wave of attack, there was no one on their side. We should have seized this place as soon as possible. With the power of the submachine gun, we would have been able to seize this place. We can get within 30 meters of them by following this!"

"When the time comes, we can arrange a few people to throw grenades to kill them!"

"And what about you? You're like a fucking log! Can't you see such a big ditch?"

"Also, after they fired ten rounds, there was a two-minute pause! Do you know why? Each of them only carried ten rounds of ammunition, and after the ten rounds were used up, someone gave them a batch of ammunition. Two minutes was enough time for you to rush up with your men and kill them all! What the hell were you thinking?"

"And..." Chen Zhengwei listed several opportunities during the battle and the opponent's weaknesses while cursing.

In fact, there was no big problem with Wen Bingzhong's command. When he was being attacked from both sides, his command was quite decisive.

But in Chen Zhengwei's eyes, there are too many problems.

And it's not just today, it's been several days.

Watching the battle full of flaws between the two sides every day, Chen Zhengwei was furious.

It has nothing to do with casualties.

It's just pure stupidity.

After cursing, Chen Zhengwei kicked him again: "Go back, count the casualties, and organize the team!"

Soon, the casualties were counted, and there were hundreds of casualties in this battle.

There were three attacking teams in total, with more than 3,000 people in total. Under the machine gun fire, the casualties were ten times theirs.

This was the sixth day after they set out and the fourth day after the attack, and their progress was much slower than expected.

Up to now they have not even reached the important town of Palma Soriano.

At normal travel speed, they should have arrived in Palma Soriano two days ago.

However, this was within Chen Zhengwei's expectations. In fact, Chen Zhengwei had never thought about reaching Palma Soriano.

Of the 1500 people who set out, only less than 1200 are still combat-ready, and there are dozens of seriously injured.

At night, they set up camp near a hill, drove the ox carts to the center, and then removed the iron plates on the carriages and placed them around them to form shelters.

Chen Zhengwei got off the carriage and stood on a small slope, looking around. He said to Wen Bingzhong who was following behind him:

"We will be able to reach Palma Soriano tomorrow, so they will definitely launch an attack tonight! And it will be bigger than before!"

"They were just consuming our bullets and tiring us out before. Tonight is the real battle, and the number of soldiers they will send out will be at least more than 8,000."

“Maybe even the big guns will be used!”

"We will fight here until the early morning, and we will start to retreat after daybreak! They must have arranged people behind us, and then we will retreat according to the plan..."

"Use up all the bullets in the machine gun at night, and throw the machine gun to them when you retreat!" Chen Zhengwei said slowly.

"When they saw that we had thrown away weapons like machine guns, they knew that we were out of ammunition!"

"Let them dig some trenches..."

"Then send a telegram to Chen Yonglu, A Long and Greater Poland..."

"Damn it, we've been sleeping in the open air for so many days..." Chen Zhengwei kicked the stone under his feet away.

After living in the open air for so many days, he is now dissatisfied with everything. Even the President of the United States would have to be slapped in the face by him.

Wen Bingzhong believed Chen Zhengwei's words very much.

It's not just him, it's the same for everyone else on the team.

As long as Chen Zhengwei was behind them, they were full of confidence.

No matter how critical the situation is, even if the enemy's number is ten or twenty times theirs.

As long as Chen Zhengwei comes forward to host the event, he will definitely win.

Soon, Wen Bingzhong arranged for people to distribute shovels and dig trenches.

This was also the first time they had done this on the battlefield, but they were all familiar with it. Digging trenches was just a matter of not collapsing.

It is only for temporary use, so no reinforcement is needed. The trench does not need to be too deep, just half a meter, and then the steel plates can be erected.

At the same time, the wireless telegraph in the carriage was used to send telegrams at the agreed time.

(End of this chapter)