"Bang bang bang..."

A dense bullet hit the raised sand in front of Chang Yuzhu, which represented the answer of the coalition officer.

"It's really a punishment for not eating toast." Chang Yuzhu spit out the sand in his mouth and shouted: "Kill them for me!"

After his words, the machine guns on the sand pond spit out their flames again, and the rain of bullets instantly covered the trench. At the same time, the mortar team no longer cared about it and shot shells into the trench positions not far away.

Lei Ming frowned on the warship. He asked Chang Yuzhu to do this trick to persuade him to surrender. For him, it would be the best result if he could take Kolkata without a single soldier, but it seems impossible now.

"The whole army attacked!" Lei Ming issued a cold order. Since the coalition forces were stubborn, he was increasing the bargaining chips for the attack.

With his order, a group of soldiers went down from the warships, and densely packed ships rushed to the coast.

The landing soldiers were put down, and the warship group left the port in Kolkata. After landing, the soldiers would cooperate with them to seize the port so that they could unload the field guns on the ship.

Moreover, there were a large number of supplies on the warship this time. Taking over the dock means they had a supply base.

At the same time, the coalition soldiers were being suppressed by the fierce firepower of the empire and could not raise their heads.

Butling shrank in the cave and looked pale. The shooting just now was his order. He was afraid that the propaganda of the empire would completely collapse the already chaotic morale of the army.

However, the result of his order made him not happy at all.

In Europe, he had experienced wars of all sizes, but he had never encountered such fierce artillery fire.

The shells used by the Empire were all powerful flowering shells, and these shells would explode as soon as they touch the ground, and they were also very accurate.

The soldiers of the coalition forces are all from Europe, and they are still in the previous stage of array shooting and solid bombing, and it is difficult for them to adapt to such shells.

If there were no trenches to protect them, the soldiers of the coalition would have dispersed long ago.

He was thinking, when suddenly a riot sound came, and an officer rushed into the cave and shouted: "The Grape Man has surrendered!"

Butling suddenly turned from head to toe when he heard this. Although he was the commander of the coalition, the only one who could command was the British Redshirt Army. He could not directly command the troops of other countries. Whether he obeyed or not could only look at their commanders.

In panic, Buterin risked being hit by a shell and showed his head out of the trench and looked at the Portuguese guarded position. Sure enough, the officers of the Portuguese army were walking out of the trench with white flags.

Among the coalition forces, Portugal had the least soldiers and the least interests in Asia, so the morale of Portugal soldiers was also the lowest.

A trace of despair flashed in his eyes, butlin murmured: "The coalition is over." Because once someone surrenders, the morale of the coalition will inevitably be shaken as a whole.

As he thought, while the Portuguese soldiers walked out of the trench, soldiers kept crawling out of the trench and joining their team.

These soldiers were French, Dutch, Spanish and British.

On the sea, the coalition soldiers who threw down their weapons and held the white flag were seen by Lei Ming. He suddenly burst into laughter, "Hehe, from these surrendered soldiers, we can see that the coalition soldiers are just forcing them. As long as we put some pressure on them, it will be very easy to take down Kolkata."

Liu Chen stood beside Lei Ming. This time he cooperated with Lei Ming. He said: "In view, as long as the charge is launched, they will be finished. Now the soldiers of the coalition forces are like this, and the mercenaries recruited by the British must have no intention of fighting. Moreover, the coalition forces robbed food and grass will inevitably make these mercenaries dissatisfied. He is all from Tumen near Kolkata."

"I think so too. Now it's time to end this farce." Lei Ming's expression became firm and then asked the messenger to convey his orders.

On the beach, Chang Yuzhu first got the news, and he said to the trumpeter: "Blow the charge!"

"Didi..."

The melodious trumpet sounded across the battlefield in an instant.

Hearing the horn sound, the soldiers of the Empire got up from the ground and rushed towards the trench position of the coalition forces.

The shouts of killing echoed across the battlefield came, but Butling's heart tightened, which meant that the empire launched the final attack.

Just like the bayonet fighting after the array shoots each other, this will determine the outcome on the battlefield.

"Brothers, fight with them!"

While the Imperial soldiers charged, the artillery fire stopped, and Butling shouted to lead the British soldiers into the trench from the earth cave.

His only hope now is to arouse the courage of the coalition soldiers to fight through the heroic battle of the British army.

It's just that he underestimated the combat effectiveness of the imperial soldiers.

As he had just rushed out of the earth hole, suddenly one by one, one stick-like object fell from the sky, and these stick-like objects fell to the ground and exploded.

The British soldiers entering the trench were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties.

And just as they were blown up, the Imperial soldiers suddenly appeared on the edge of the trench, picked up the muskets in their hands and fired at the remaining soldiers.

Facing the tide of imperial soldiers coming like a tide, the soldiers in the trench were finally desperate.

The mercenaries collapsed first, and Indian soldiers dropped their muskets and fled to Kolkata behind the trench positions.

They don't want to sacrifice their lives for these cruel British people.

Mercenaries occupy the majority of the seemingly huge coalition forces, and so many mercenaries fleeing in a hurry and the morale of the coalition soldiers was greatly affected.

"This battle cannot be fought, and if it is fought, it will be a death sentence. I want to go home! I want to go home!"

Suddenly, a soldier's cry of despair suddenly sounded in the Spanish position.

With this voice, more and more Spanish soldiers became turbulent. It was not that they were not brave enough, but that they could not see hope for victory in this war.

What if they defeated the Imperial soldiers? The Imperial warships were on the sea and their navy could not break through the blockade.

In a hysterical atmosphere, the Spanish soldiers finally couldn't bear it anymore. When a soldier dropped his musket and raised his hands, the remaining Spanish soldiers climbed up the trenches and surrendered, followed by the Dutch and the French.

"Fifty thousand European Union forces, the four countries have a total of 30,000 people, and we have 20,000 people. After deducting casualties, we only have more than 10,000 people now, and there is no hope. General, surrender."

A British officer said to Butling in a pleading tone that there were 30,000 soldiers who had been put into the battlefield this time.

With the weapons that the Empire is much more advanced than them, they have no chance of winning.

Looking at the Imperial soldiers constantly seizing their trenches with absolute advantage, Butling closed his eyes in despair.
Chapter completed!