The sun never sets in America

Chapter 172 Maryland Division
On July 1844, [-], a war that would shape the future of America for decades or even centuries officially began.

Monclova Eastern Front Battlefield...

bang... bang...

On the slightly narrow canyon plain, the Chinese and American armies formed their own military formations and shot at each other with similar weapons.

Both sides use the same rifles, one is a lightning rifle with the lightning hammer logo, and the other is a Springfield rifle engraved with Springfield, which always makes people feel like traveling through time and space.

bang... bang...

Dense bullets shot out from the firing holes of the lightning rifles. In an instant, or in the blink of an eye, half of the American militiamen in the first row on the opposite side fell.

When the American second row reacted and prepared to fire, the second row of the Han Chinese volleyball formation on the opposite side was as fast as a repeating gun, giving the American troops on the opposite side no time to breathe at all.

This is a gap, a gap called experience. The Han armies attacking on both sides are veterans who participated in the Han-Mexican War. They are very good at queuing to kill in tactics that test time, speed, and even discipline. His unusual calmness and speed seemed to have been born for this almost inhumane fighting method.

"They are real warriors. Their tactical literacy is no worse than that of the Sequoia Army. The American cowboys cannot be the opponent of Han Guo if they are shot..." This is what Romank, a British Army observer, said at the rear of the Eastern Front battlefield. Assessment of the Chinese and American armies, especially the Han army.

(Note: The Sequoia Army was actually the British Lobster Soldiers of this period. They had red military uniforms, which were extremely distinctive and eye-catching on the battlefield)

The American commander on the opposite side, Brigadier General Lintya, also discovered this problem. In fact, he was well aware of the gap between the soldiers. After all, they were all militiamen, not regular troops. How could they be so violent in the face of the Han army on the opposite side? Under the continuous attack, it has not yet been defeated, and it is already considered a strong army.

This is true in the traditional sense. This group of American militia later fought in the civil war and fought harder than anyone else, especially against their own people, which is even more amazing! !
But even so, once the time is prolonged, the morale of the American militiamen will definitely collapse. After all, these guys are indeed not regular troops in the true sense.

As an army officer who received advanced training in France, Lintya was very aware of the current problems of the American militia, and his approach was to increase the number of troops.

Use additional troops to replace everything, and use numbers to make up for the gap in the quality of soldiers.

Tread...Tap...

dong dong... dong dong...

Thousands of American militiamen, who had been serving as supplementary forces in the rear, slowly entered the battlefield accompanied by military music and drumbeats.

With the addition of this part, the American militiamen's phalanx, which had just been facing a frenzied attack by the Han army on the opposite side, quickly stabilized, and then took advantage of the opportunity of the Han army to disperse its firepower to reorganize the team. Sometimes the number was large, indeed is an advantage.

"Damn, these Americans are not as stupid as they think!" Xu Zhi, who was commanding the left wing, looked at the thousands of American militiamen joining the battlefield opposite, his expression changed slightly, and he mocked.

"Hmph!!" Xu Zhi looked at the American militia phalanx coming over and let out a cold snort, "You have more people, right? Okay, I won't play with guns with you anymore..." Xu Zhi looked at the opposite side and was almost close to him. The American militiamen, whose numbers were evenly matched with the Han army, had a hint of sarcasm on their faces.

"Notify Mo Dayou that I want to see his shells explode on the heads of Americans." Xu Zhi watched for a while and then gave the order for the bombardment.

"Captain Mo, the division commander asked you not to fire..." On the artillery position, a personal messenger next to Xu Zhi ran to the artillery position at the rear right of the battlefield and gave the commander of the artillery regiment Mo Dayou the command order just given by Xu Zhi.

"Go back and tell General Xu that I, Mo Dayou, risked his life and had to take a bite out of the Americans..." Mo Dayou is a rough-looking man, and his voice is like an iron hammer that is constantly hammering. Hammer gives people a booming feeling.

"Calibrate the target..." Mo Dayou stood behind dozens of artillery pieces, looking at the American military formation opposite with a telescope, and gave the order while watching.

"Raise the muzzle angle and move it to the left."

"I want it here too..."

Next to the artillery position, the artillerymen responsible for calibration and the grassroots officers commanding them were calibrating the angle and direction of the muzzle to the US military ahead under the command of telescopes and maps.

After all, the battlefield is changing, and it is impossible to follow the goals prepared in advance. You can only make adjustments according to the battlefield conditions.

"Load..." Mo Dayou waited until all the cannons were calibrated and then immediately issued the reloading command.

"one two Three……"

"Strength, help lift..."

"One tip..."

Next to dozens of artillery carts, the loading hole at the rear of the storm cannon was opened, and a conical shell similar to a lightning rifle bullet was stuffed into it by the soldiers. Because the shell was too heavy for one person to lift, it had to be lifted again. Adding a soldier to assist is also the norm for artillery loading.

After installing it, I pushed it with the push rod to make sure that the shell was installed in a fixed position and would not fall off.

"Launch..." After Mo Dayou waited for the shells to be loaded, he gave the order for the bombardment without hesitation. After speaking, he held the telescope tightly with both hands and stared at the scene inside the lens.

As a rumble sounded from the American military formation, accompanied by a burst of white smoke, Mo Dayou's hanging heart finally let go, and his whole person instantly became much more relaxed, as if he had completed an important task.

The Han artillery just adjusted the muzzle elevation angle to 25 degrees, which is also the best range for rifles like the Storm Cannon. The higher range is 5000 degrees at a distance of 600 meters, which is completely useless on today's battlefield. , because the farthest distance between the two sides was only more than 5000 meters, [-] meters, and they flew out directly.

"what……"

"my leg……"

"Help me, I'm in so much pain..."

"George, give me a shot, give me a shot, I'm in so much pain."

The U.S. Army's second volleyball formation was full of wounded soldiers who fell to the ground after the shelling. After the shelling, the most terrifying thing was not the dead, but the disabled soldiers with broken legs and hands. Their wailing was the greatest blow to their own morale. of blow.

Among them was an American militiaman with two broken legs. He kept wailing for his comrades and shot himself to end his physical and mental pain.

"Tom, do you have any last words??" George tremblingly picked up the gun and pointed it at his fellow countryman Tom, who had lost his legs and was covered in blood. His lips were trembling as he asked.

The whole person felt as if he had fallen into an ice hole. His whole face was white and his forehead was covered with sweat. It was not hot, but cold! !
"Tell my family I love them...I love them..."

bang...

Before Tom could finish speaking, dozens more shells were fired, and one of them exploded next to the two of them, taking away their lives at the same time.

As more artillery shells were fired, the morale of the US military became lower and lower, and it was very close to collapse.

"Hurry up, fight back..."

On the artillery position behind the US military, the artillery commander roared loudly and ordered the artillerymen to speed up.

Whizzing……

boom……

It was also artillery shells. Only a dozen American artillery shells fell into the Han army's formation. Excluding the gap between the artillery, the quality of the artillerymen was also a huge gap between the two armies.

"Hurry up and notify the observation team... let them observe the location of the US artillery positions." Mo Dayou urged when he saw the artillery shells coming from the opposite side of the US army from nowhere.

"Quick, rise up..."

A hot air balloon rose from the artillery position at the rear, with three observers holding telescopes and messengers on it.

Hot air balloon observation is a new combat mode that has become popular in recent years. It was first invented by Europeans and was later introduced to the Americas. Both the Chinese and American armies have artillery units observing hot air balloons, but the US military on the opposite side has always focused on The infantry did not notice the threat from the artillery, or in other words, even if they did, it would be of no avail because of the distance...

The Han artillery is the latest rifled artillery, the storm cannon. The US military is still the mainstream smoothbore artillery in the world. This is inherently different in the range of the artillery.

Therefore, the U.S. military has never used artillery, perhaps because it wants to avoid this disadvantage.

But when the Han artillery shells hit, they had to fight back. Once they hit back, they would be exposed.

Because the white smoke produced by the artillery is so easy to identify, not to mention there are so many.On the hot air balloon, Han's messengers waved command flags to the Han artillery positions below, and told them the distance and location of the U.S. artillery positions opposite through the command flags.

"Move to the left..."

"Turn the muzzle down slightly..."

On the artillery position, the artillerymen once again modified the position and angle of their artillery, aiming the muzzle at the US artillery position 1000 meters away.

"Twenty-round reload..."

swoosh...

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty artillery shells were stuffed in by two artillerymen holding the shells.

"emission……"

The artillery commander gave an order, and a flag was drawn down from his hand. Twelve-pound shells, mixed with several 24-pound shells, were fired at the enemy's position.

Whoosh... whoosh...

The artillery position behind the US military was loading artillery shells when it was attracted by the sound coming from the sky, and then:
"Dodge quickly, cannonball!!"

"Get out of the way..."

boom... boom...

Shells symbolizing the anger of the Han artillery exploded in this US military position that was not too big, but not too small either.

In an instant, one-fifth of the dozens of artillery pieces in the rear of the US military were lost, and with the second round of shelling, this part of the artillery may not be saved.

boom... boom...

After several rounds of shelling, the smoke dissipated, leaving only a few remaining artillerymen hiding in bunkers. Most of the artillerymen were killed on the spot without any chance to breathe.

Among the stumps of the artillerymen were the cannons that had been blown into parts and iron blocks. On one of the cannon fragments, there was a dusty inscription engraved on it: (Linsey Artillery Company, New York, May 1844 Production)
Judging from this inscription, the actual lifespan of this batch of artillery is only two months. In two months, a brand-new artillery, which must have just participated in the war, turned into scrap metal in just 10 minutes. .

It has to be said that the mission of war is to destroy, destroy everything that can be seen, including people themselves! !

When other U.S. artillery positions in the rear saw a situation like that at Position No. [-], they were like a mouse seeing a cat. They immediately hid themselves and never dared to show their heads again.

bump……

Colonel Niland, the commander of the US artillery, saw this scene from behind and was so angry that he smashed his cup on the ground.

"Faker..." Nilant is very aware of the current artillery disadvantage between the two sides. That is, the range of the new artillery of the Han people is several times that of the smoothbore artillery used by the US military. If there is a duel with the opponent's artillery, the one who will die the worst will definitely be It's them, not those on the opposite side, the cunning Han artillery companions...

Faced with such a direct weapons gap, even though Niland had many years of artillery experience, he had to admit that in a fight, they were no match for the Han people.

Since he couldn't win, Niland could only order all the artillery to be concealed and build fortifications. When necessary, the artillery could be moved forward. Otherwise, he would probably be like the US artillery at Position [-] and die. Know how to die.

Brigadier General Lintya, who was commanding the infantry, also noticed the problem of artillery. At this moment, he really wanted to go to Washington, catch those disgusting bureaucrats, and let him open his eyes and take a good look. American boy, is it? How was he killed by the advanced weapons of the Han people?

After a morning of fighting, even if Brigadier General Lintya didn't count, he knew very well that the number of casualties so far was definitely not less than 2000.

These 2000 people are all young Americans, patriotic people who voluntarily signed up from various states to serve the country! !
The person who loved America the most died on the way forward, which is both ironic and helpless...

Linteya actually wanted to leave the battlefield several times, but the Han infantry phalanx on the opposite side was like a hungry wolf biting them, refusing to let go and not giving them any chance to retreat.

"We can't continue the fight..." Looking at the young American militiamen who fell under artillery fire and gunfire, Brigadier General Lintya seemed to have made some determination, "Let the fifth regiment cover...the large force to leave the battlefield." Lin Teya. Thea decided to sacrifice one regiment to save his 7000 men.

The commander of the fifth regiment, who received the order, felt as if he had eaten a fly, with a look of reluctance on his face. He knew that the thousand young men from Maryland under him were about to be abandoned, and they were about to end. Their young and precious lives.

"Go forward..." The commander of the fifth regiment finally made up his mind and wanted to use the entire fifth regiment in exchange for the survival of the entire Maryland Division.

(The Maryland Division is currently one of the more elite divisions of the US military. It has a large number of people and sufficient weapons. It is composed of local militiamen in Maryland. Together with the New York Division and the Ohio Division, it is also called the Eastern Division. It is the elite of the US military's elite.)
"General, the US military is trying to escape..." the staff officer next to Xu Zhi reminded Xu Zhi.

"Run, how many people can you take away by running!!" Xu Zhi picked up the binoculars and looked at the American troops who were slowly retreating. He sneered at the corner of his mouth and then ordered: "Notify the warrior group and proceed as planned... "In addition to his own troops, Xu Zhi's subordinates were also strengthened by Li Zhaowu in advance to form a mixed group, the 1 mixed group composed of Japanese samurai immigrants, with a total number of more than [-] people.

Because in addition to firearms, everyone in the group carries a samurai sword, so it is also called a katana mixed group, or a samurai group.

"Yes..." After hearing this, the ordering soldier immediately mounted his horse and went to give the order.

On the battlefield, with the fifth US regiment taking the lead, the large US troops retreated. All the firepower of the Han army on the entire battlefield was concentrated on the fifth regiment. The consequences can be imagined.

bang... bang...

With a series of volleys fired without the slightest breath, the entire fifth regiment completely collapsed. All the soldiers ran towards the rear, exposing their softest backs to those ferocious wolf-like Han soldiers.

"Attack the bayonet!!"

swoosh...

The sound of a series of bayonets inserted into the sockets below sounded from the battlefield, like crisp music, which was intoxicating and unable to extricate itself.

"rush……"

"Kill the beautiful dog!!"

"Kill animals..."

Various Han soldiers with different accents stood tall and bright, their slender bayonets reflecting silver light under the sun, and they were killing the remaining soldiers of the fifth regiment who were crowded with people on the opposite side and were still hurriedly fleeing. .

stab...

puff……

A bayonet was inserted into the back of an American militiaman and then pulled out. The blood splattered on the soldier's face. In an instant, it was dyed red and stained, making people look particularly terrifying.

"You're worthy of me fighting with me on the bayonet." Looking at the American militiaman trying to resist with the bayonet, the Han soldier mocked with a disdainful smile.

The American militiamen on the opposite side didn't know what the other side was saying to them, but judging from their expressions, they probably didn't mean good words. They were instantly angry. They straightened their bayonets and pierced them with great force, as if they were going to kill the Han nationality in one fell swoop. Same as soldiers.

bump……

stab...

The American militiaman's bayonet was deflected, and before he could react, the Han soldier on the opposite side thrust forward and pierced his thigh, causing the American militiaman to kneel on the ground and unable to get up.

"Okay, I've had enough fun, it's time to send you on your way." The Han soldier looked at the wailing American militiaman on the ground, raised his bayonet, and thrust it into his back, instantly piercing the opponent's gun. Heart, allowing the other person to end his life without any pain.

This is his favorite method of killing. In the army, his favorite place to stab is the scarecrow's chest. He believes that it is best to kill quickly and not cause too much pain to the other person. After all, his mother is a Buddhist and does not want to see anyone suffering. .

As the Han soldier continued to kill other American militiamen, the Maitreya Buddha pendant exposed around his neck attracted special attention.

When the brief pursuit ended, the soldier had killed fifteen people, all of whom died happily. For this reason, he also earned the title of executioner.

　Ask for a reward, ask for a monthly ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)