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Chapter 283 Lincoln's firepower coverage! Zhu Houzhao: Great! Northern Army and Southern Army: The President fled!

Gettysburg.

"Damn it!"

"what's the situation……"

"Why is the enemy's firepower so fierce!"

The Union general William Rosecrans suddenly discovered that the enemy's firepower had increased by an order of magnitude, especially the enemy's artillery, which came from nowhere and was not only accurate but also powerful.

The 40,000 Northern Army, which had been in a very good situation, was suppressed by the enemy's powerful firepower and even... lost several thousand people at once.

This battle caught him completely off guard.

In order to further reduce losses, they had to find their own shelter.

"General! It's President Lincoln! He led the Confederate Army to speak to us! He said he wanted us to surrender..."

Under the fire suppression, a signalman came over quickly, informed the latest news, and also brought a telescope.

Roslank immediately moved his position and went to a high place at the rear of the position, then he felt at ease to use a telescope to observe the battlefield situation in front of him.

Through the telescope, he could finally see Lincoln appear on the front line on the flat ground about five kilometers away from Gettysburg.

In front of Lincoln were nearly fifty artillery pieces of a type he had never seen before.

At this moment, the loading speed and power of these fifty cannons were unprecedented to Roslank.

However, this was not enough to make him lose his mind. What made him lose his mind was... in Lincoln's rear, dozens of soldiers were holding conspicuous signs with a sentence clearly written on them.

[I am Lincoln. I don't want to hurt anyone. Northern Army brothers, surrender.]

"Why!?"

"Why did President Lincoln surrender to the Confederacy! Why is he leading the Southern Army to attack us now!"

This has been the problem that Rossrank has been unable to figure out in the past 36 hours.

Especially now that he saw Lincoln jumping in front of them and taking out unprecedented equipment to attack them and crush them, the terrifying firepower made them unable to raise their heads, he was even more confused.

"General...we don't know either!"

Faced with his roaring questions, everyone around him obviously didn't know how to answer.

"It's changed! General... President Lincoln is speaking again!"

When the battlefield was still tense and the people of Gettysburg were unable to raise their heads due to the overwhelming firepower, the signalman next to him hurriedly reminded him.

[Federal generals, this is my final ultimatum! We will use a more powerful weapon... I will give you ten minutes to let your brothers retreat. We will completely wipe out Gettysburg! ]

[This is not a threat, this is advice! ]

[Ten minutes, please retreat quickly! ]

What he saw made Roserank silent.

At the same time, a fact was laid before his eyes: the troops behind Lincoln began to move out even larger and more ferocious-looking cannons.

These cannons were arranged in neat rows like soldiers, and soon there were more than three hundred of them.

The dark muzzles of the guns made Roslank's hair stand on end and he felt a little scared.

"Retreat! All troops, listen to the order! Retreat quickly... Retreat from Gettysburg in ten minutes!"

Without even thinking twice, Rosslank ordered the entire army to retreat.

"Krupp 1880 210mm breech-loading steel-banded gun..."

Six kilometers away from Gettysburg, Wilson looked at the 300 artillery pieces and immediately recognized the style of the equipment.

"President Roosevelt, is he willing to spend so much money to get you this level of artillery?"

"This is 20 years ahead of its time!"

Wilson could not hide his surprise. From these equipments, he saw the strength of Roosevelt and his men's support for Lincoln.

Krupp medium and large caliber breech-loading gun, manufactured by Krupp Company of Germany. The Beiyang Fleet's "Jiyuan", "Zhiyuan", "Jingyuan", "Jingyuan" and "Laiyuan" ships were all equipped with guns of this caliber.

Not only is it extremely powerful, its range is also over eight kilometers.

This cannon, which was more advanced than the 120mm Armstrong cannon, was an absolute disaster for the Northern Army when it appeared on the battlefield of the Civil War.

Because the Northern Army was currently equipped with 12-pound Napoleon cannons, which had a maximum range of only 3000 yards, a little over two kilometers.

Ten times the power, four times the range, how can the Northern Army resist?

They can even stand outside the range of enemy guns and fire at the enemy.

And the enemy couldn't do anything to them.

"In Roosevelt's words, they hoped Lincoln would win the battle quickly! If it weren't for the fact that more advanced breech-loading guns were unavailable at that time, he would have preferred to use more advanced guns to crush his opponents."

Old Grant put out his cigarette and stroked the turret, his eyes showing enthusiasm: "I have never used this kind of cannon myself, and I can't wait to see its power! The 1873 cannon is already so powerful, how powerful will the 1880 be?"

Grant even blamed Lincoln: "President Lincoln, war is war, why show mercy!"

"Just cover it with all your strength!"

"Grant... I'm not a butcher! Since Davis and the others don't welcome me, I have to consider the next source of troops... Also, two days ago, they were still our brothers, and I don't want them to continue to die because of my choice."

Lincoln looked at the bombed Gettysburg with a complicated expression. The real battlefield began. One by one, the Northern Soldiers died inexplicably because of his choice. This actually put a lot of pressure on him.

"Okay! President Lincoln, you are the boss here, I'll listen to you! I'll listen to you!"

"I hope that in ten minutes these guns will be under my command!"

Grant didn't care.

"Everyone, let's count down now... give them some time."

Lincoln ignored Grant and turned to Washington and Xu Pengju. Under Washington's command, they quickly raised their signs again...

In the current battle, Washington's army and Napoleon's army are used to hold up signs.

"In the meantime, President Jackson, your men can stop the bombardment... Save the ammunition. Although it is provided in unlimited quantities by Cleveland and Roosevelt, it is used to massacre our own people after all."

Seeing the slogan changed, Lincoln looked at Jackson's army and Zhu Houzhao's army in front of him who were holding the 1873 Krupp rifles and gave a reminder.

Jackson's army and Zhu Houzhao's army were firing artillery fire vigorously.

Even Zhu Houzhao took to the battlefield personally and sent cannonballs directly into the sky at the enemy.

"Ah? Stop already! This general hasn't had enough fighting yet!"

After several reminders, Zhu Houzhao was still not satisfied and reluctantly stopped the attack.

"President Grant! Let our Ming army also participate in this 1880-style cannon..."

Zhu Houzhao then watched as Grant began to command everyone to use another type of cannon, and he took the initiative to approach Grant and get close to him.

These days of getting along have made him more arrogant and comfortable.

"General Zhu... forget about these things. Your soldiers are not well-trained enough... let me personally command them, and let President Lincoln and his excellent gunners perform!" Grant refused directly: "It's the same if you continue to use the 1873 cannons!"

"Damn it, damn it..."

Zhu Houzhao glared at Grant unhappily. He hated this behavior of occupying the new toy and even wanted to reveal his identity.

"President Grant, let our people try it too... I want to try it too! And... President Lincoln, we really want to get in touch with more advanced weapons in as much time as possible! I only have two days before I go back!"

Without Zhu Houzhao's reminder, Xu Pengju was already jumping up and down with the translator.

Both of them have eccentric personalities. For a moment, Lincoln and the others could only sigh, as expected, as the emperor is, so are the soldiers!

"Grant, just give twenty cannons to His Majesty Xiao Zhu and his men..."

What else could Lincoln say? As the host, he had to take care of his guests' emotions as much as possible in this one-sided war.

"Okay, okay... Your Majesty, I can give it to you... But! You must use it well under the guidance of Grant and Napoleon..."

It's not that Old Grant was unwilling to give these cannons to Zhu Houzhao and his men, but... he was really worried that they wouldn't be able to handle them. In this regard, the fifteen-year-old Napoleon was more talented than them.

"Okay, okay..."

Zhu Houzhao and Xu Pengju could only listen to Grant.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

"President! It seems that the Union Army in Gettysburg has almost withdrawn!"

When the time came, Sherman told Lincoln directly.

"Alright! Grant, just vent your feelings!"

Lincoln finally gave the final order.

Boom boom boom!

So Zhu Houzhao, Xu Pengju, Napoleon and others, who had long been unable to contain themselves, began to fire massive amounts of artillery shells.

These shells were like meteorites, easily crossing a distance of five thousand meters and ruthlessly hitting the positions seen in Gettysburg.

Lincoln, Washington, Wilson, Jefferson and others had already covered their ears and hid far away.

Under such dense and terrifying firepower, Gettysburg seemed to be punished by God. Terrible explosions continued. The massive explosive energy caused the ground to tremble. In less than ten minutes, Gettysburg became a ruin.

But even though it became a ruin, Zhu Houzhao and his men did not stop at all despite their high enthusiasm for fighting.

Massive amounts of artillery shells were still dropped on that land without any cost.

With almost unlimited logistical supplies, even the Ming army and Napoleon's army, which had not received special training, were rapidly becoming more proficient with such a terrifying supply of ammunition.

Such a refreshing bombardment made Zhu Houzhao, Xu Pengju and others scream with excitement.

However, their opponents looked grim.

"Half...half an hour..."

"How many shells do they have..."

"They've blown through Gettysburg, and they're not stopping?"

When Rosecrans and his companions were one kilometer away from Gettysburg, they saw that the place they had previously occupied had turned into scorched earth in an instant.

If Lincoln and the others hadn't reminded them, they would have all died there.

When this scene appeared, the entire army was frightened out of their wits.

Likewise...the almost non-stop bombardment also became a terrifying deterrent.

Who wouldn't be afraid under this kind of firepower offensive and firepower coverage?
To be honest, they all began to consider the feasibility of surrender.

……

"Was the battle of Gettysburg so fierce?"

"Lincoln and his men are in trouble... The firepower of the Northern Army seems to be more fierce than we imagined!"

Such a huge war in the direction of Richmond's breakout to Yorktown naturally attracted the idea of ​​Davis and others who were retreating eastward.

Seeing such a huge commotion, Davis was also very scared. Of course, amidst this fear, there was also some secret joy.

Lincoln and his men probably don't have many troops left under this kind of firepower.

"President... retreat quickly! I didn't expect Grant to be pulled here by President Lincoln and his men. There is still a madman in the Northern Army who is willing to attack crazily at all costs!"

"If President Lincoln and the others can't hold them back, we're afraid they'll catch up with us!"

Robert Lee silently prayed for Lincoln and others, and then continued to evacuate as soon as possible.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist!
If Lincoln and his men could really overcome this difficulty with their own abilities, he would also have to consider whether it was worth following a president like Davis who only knew how to escape from the battlefield.

Anyway, now they have officially cut ties, and they will only accept Lincoln if he survives this battle.

This is Lincoln and his men's token of allegiance.

……

"Gettysburg... this level of firepower? It's not ours, right?"

"Do the Southern Army have such fierce firepower?"

Similarly, in the rear of the Northern Army, this earth-shaking firepower coverage occurred.

Johnson and other Northern high-ranking officials, looking in the direction of Gettysburg, could not help but ask soul-searching questions.

Johnson's eyes fell directly on Secretary of War Stanton.

"President, I'm sure... we don't have that much firepower at the moment..."

"This kind of noise cannot be caused by our weapons or ammunition..."

Secretary of War Stanton looked pale and had a bad feeling.

"We didn't... This, how is this possible!" Johnson and other senior executives' faces changed, and they felt that their surroundings were very unsafe.

"President! Now I think! We should continue to retreat! Fighting is Stanton's job, we should stay in Washington..."

The Northern Army did not have such weapons, but the Confederate Army did, and everyone began to consider their own safety.

"No! Everyone! Have you forgotten the crimes committed by that damned Lincoln so quickly? Are we going to sit and wait for the whole of America and even the international world to laugh at us? If we don't take this opportunity to strike the South in one fell swoop! We will be finished!"

"Attack! Attack!"

"Stanton, get all the troops to support us!"

"I just don't believe that they have so many resources in the South!"

Johnson still had some courage. He dispelled everyone's idea of ​​escaping and asked the Secretary of War to continue to move forward.

"Yes! President, we will try our best!"

Naturally, the Secretary of War had no choice but to bite the bullet and notify troops from all over the country to rush to Gettysburg for assistance.

If even Gettysburg, which they had taken with great difficulty, was recaptured by the Confederate Army, it would be a permanent proof.

They can't do it, but Lincoln can.

pity……

The idea was good. When the Secretary of War had completed mobilizing the troops and assembled them, Johnson and other federal high-ranking officials had already taken the opportunity to attack again dozens of miles behind the battlefield. It seemed as if they were afraid that if they ran too slowly, their precious lives would be left on the battlefield forever.

How can they win with such a leader!
"Oh no! General..."

"General Rosslank and his men surrendered!"

"President Lincoln is leading the Confederate Army and is approaching us quickly!"

To make matters worse, when the Minister of War finally managed to command the troops in the rear to advance, a shocking piece of news arrived.

"What? Rosslank and the others surrendered!"

"Impossible! They have an army of 50,000... Even if they have 50,000 gorillas, they can't be defeated so quickly!"

The Secretary of War was completely shocked. He realized that it was not a big deal that Lincoln took the lead in surrendering. With Lincoln's departure... the overall coordination and dispatch command system was completely messed up. Also, with Grant and Sherman gone, there were no more capable generals in the Northern Army.

"Quick! Go catch up with the president and the others!"

"Tell the president to invite General Joseph Hooker, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front. I am somewhat unable to command him!"

The Secretary of War knew his own strengths and weaknesses and quickly thought of the commander of the Eastern Front, Joseph Hooker. Before Grant, Sherman and others emerged, the warlike Joe - Joseph Hooker was in a sense the commander-in-chief of the Union forces.

It was only because he lost several subsequent wars that Grant and Sherman emerged.

Now that the entire army has lost its leader, he is the only one left to lead again.

(End of this chapter)