Zhao Si led a platoon of cavalry and leisurely patrolled outside the city of Isfahan. The troops of the overseas division finally ended their painful and rapid marching state, and everyone was relieved.

The Persian region is very rich, and of course the seizures since the launch of the campaign are also very rich, so the supply conditions of each unit are also sufficient, and the officers and men of the overseas divisions have a very good life.

They are not the main force, and they may not be needed at all in this battle of Isfahan. In fact, the officers and men of the overseas division really did not want to enter the city with the samurai army.

It's not that overseas divisions don't have a strong desire to fight, but fighting side by side with these beasts is really not something that ordinary people can do.

Back then, the Ming army and soldiers harmed the people and killed the good and risky things, and they did not do less. But if the chickens and dogs are not left like this, they really can't do the killing of Chiguoguo.

Zhao Si took out a box of cigarettes from his arms, took out one and put it in his mouth, and then threw it to the platoon commander behind him, and let them pass it on in turn.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance. Zhao Si took a few puffs of his cigarette fiercely, then threw it away, waved his hand and shouted: "Prepare to fight......"

After shouting, he took the lead in beating his horse and galloped over, and saw a group of Persians in the distance running desperately, men, women, and children, all of them wailing in horror that was no longer human.

Dozens of daredevils were chasing after each other, and the galloping horses kept knocking the Persians into the air and slamming them to the ground, and then the horses roared past them, and the Persians who fell one by one were trampled into a blur of flesh and blood.

Zhao Si took the lead in reining in the war horse, and then silently watched a group of daredevils mutilating Persian civilians there. A veteran ruffian next to him said indignantly: "Battalion commander, we just watched them harm people like this......"

"yes, these guys are a bunch of brutes. Damn, I can't stand it. ”

"I am not afraid of retribution in the future......

"Battalion commander, you see how many children there are there, all of whom have been killed by these bastards."

The other ruffians couldn't help it and clamored one after another. They don't get used to it these days.

"Don't fucking nonsense, let's not mind other people's affairs, have you forgotten the orders conveyed by your superiors before you came. We ......"

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering noise in the distance, and even the ground trembled a few times, and the war horses were so startled that they continued to neigh, shaking their heads dizzy.

Zhao Si turned his head and looked at Isfahan City in the distance.

The platoon commander next to him patted his horse and came to Zhao Si's side. He sighed and said, "The main force has begun to attack, and I don't know how many people will die in Isfahan City this time." ”

Zhao Si looked at Isfahan City in the distance with a gloomy face, and shouted impatiently, "Let's go...... Let's go...... What are you doing in a daze, and ...... gone?"

At this time, under the city of Isfahan, countless daredevils were lined up in a neat array, waiting for the order to attack. The entire army array was silent, extremely depressed, and filled with a terrifying murderous aura.

Officers and soldiers of the Death Army. They looked at the ruins of the more than 100-meter-long section of the city wall that had been blown down in the distance with expressionless faces, and their eyes were as red as blood. Full of violent emotions.

The troops standing at the forefront were the assault units with the most powerful combat effectiveness of the Samurai Army.

At present, of the various units of the Far Eastern Army, only the Samurai Army still retains the formation of assault detachments. The most basic company-level units will be equipped with an assault platoon, all of which are composed of non-commissioned officers and veterans who have served for many years, have profound qualifications, and have made outstanding achievements in combat.

Officers and soldiers of the assault force. It is also a transcendent position in the samurai army, and it is also the most respected group among the officers and soldiers of countless daring army units. Many of the commandos used to be traditional samurai in Japan, and many even refused to be promoted and stayed in the assault force.

If you see a battalion or company general in the Death Army, not only will you take the initiative to salute an old non-commissioned officer. And he still maintains a respectful posture, which is not surprising at all.

There is only one reason, because the assault troops of the samurai army still retain the samurai tradition. You can hold a katana and be at the forefront of the battlefield as the first assault unit of each unit in every battle.

In addition to a katana, each of them was armed with a revolver, a short-barreled double-barreled hunting gun, or a short-barreled forty-millimeter grenade launcher.

In addition, it is equipped with a steel helmet, grimace mask, front and rear chest armor, shoulder pads, leg guards and other full armor. If necessary, you can also hold a square shield or a round shield.

Everyone is skilled in swordsmanship, superb in martial arts, and has gone through countless bloody battles, which can be said to be murderous.

In this attack on Isfahan, Fujita drew out the most senior commando veterans from all units of the Samurai Army to form the current assault force, as the first samurai to land in Isfahan.

In the distance, the crumbling city wall, the smoke and dust had slowly dissipated, which also meant that the attack was about to begin.

Fujita personally came to the queue of veteran commandos, he looked at the strongest samurai of this group of samurai group army, and his heart was full of emotion, there were many old samurai in the queue who joined the Far East with him in the beginning of the Far Eastern Army.

He bowed to all the old non-commissioned officers in the queue, and then said solemnly: "Gentlemen, you are real warriors, use your bravery, make those Persians tremble, this battle is up to everyone......"

"Hi...... Hi ......"

Fujita smiled in relief, then drew his katana, swung it forward, and shouted, "Kill to ......"

The veteran non-commissioned officers of the assault force, hearing Fujita's order, all clenched their katanas in both hands, roared and rushed towards the gap in the city wall.

The section of the city wall that was blasted by the engineer unit of the samurai group army had been completely collapsed, rubble, stones, and broken corpses were mixed together, and the Persian soldiers in a radius of more than 100 meters nearby were not affected by the violent blasting, but they were all really dead.

The people on the nearby city wall were also stunned, and several Persian generals roared desperately, organizing soldiers and horses to support the collapsed city wall, but above the ruins, several airships had slowly descended from the sky.

"Bang bang...... Bang bang ......"

The airship hovered above the collapsed wall, and several twin water-cooled heavy machine guns behind the pod frantically rained down a dense rain of bullets, blocking the Persian army trying to reinforce the outside of the collapsed wall. The artillery of the Samurai Army outside the city also opened fire, and the head of Isfahan was suddenly in flames. (To be continued.) )