This round of rocket launcher salvo became the last straw to crush the colonial regiment of the imperial army. Under normal circumstances, according to the order of the "Iron Marquis", the infantry of the colonial regiment who had dispersed and reorganized could still give the Republic The army caused a lot of trouble.
The reason is simple: there are simply too many people in the Colonial Corps. Even excluding the soldiers who were burned to death, smoked to death, and killed by machine guns during the reorganization, there would be at least a few hundred people left in the reorganized battle line infantry phalanx - such a number is still very important to the Guards Standard Corps. Occupy a great advantage.
But now, with the destruction of the military band, the Marquis of Wellington lost his last effective means of command - the officers' shouts, which could not cover up the piercing screams of the "Burning Man". In the absence of effective instructions, these battle infantrymen who have integrated the concept of "discipline" into their bones and do not dare to take a step beyond the bounds, the only thing they can do is to continue to execute the order-the outer soldiers continue to maintain a dense In the formation, the soldiers in the inner layer tried hard to beat the burning soldiers, trying to extinguish the flames on them.
So, just like that, the flames burned bigger and bigger, and burned wider and wider. There is a limit to human endurance, even the colonial regiments subject to severe punishments and laws were no exception. Finally, the battle infantry could no longer endure the thick smoke, high temperature, and fear of being burned to death. They dispersed in a hurry, completely forgetting the officers' orders
"What are you doing?! Form a formation! Form a formation!" the officer supervising the battle shouted loudly, "Do you even dare to disobey the orders of the Marquis? Do you want to be sent to the guillotine?"
The officer shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one listened to him - as the saying goes, "a defeat is like a mountain." Once an army collapses because it loses the will to continue fighting, no one can stop this process - - Because fear is contagious, even a small number of defeated soldiers who have lost their will to fight can trigger a chain reaction and lead to the complete collapse of an entire army.
Moreover, for these soldiers at this moment, the threat of "being sent to the guillotine" as mentioned by the officer is really insignificant - even if they are actually sent to the guillotine in the end, it will only be a big scar on their head. , and the consequences for continuing to adhere to the military orders would be to be burned alive like the previous group of unlucky ones - the piercing screams of "Burning Man" in their ears further deepened the fear in the hearts of the soldiers.
"This time, even if the First Emperor descends to earth in person, I'm afraid he won't be able to prevent the destruction of the colonial corps" Jiang Yucheng proudly looked at the disintegrating Imperial Army array like an avalanche and the scattered Imperial soldiers, and said, "Having said that, , since our enemy has something like a military band, then let¡¯s make some music"
With that said, Jiang Yucheng activated the summoning system and spent 50 energy points to summon a copper, trumpet-like instrument from the system.
"Yucheng, what is this?"
"Ah, this" Jiang Yucheng said, "This is a magical military instrument of our army - we generally call it the charge horn."
"A magical military instrument?" Aria suddenly became interested, "Isn't it just a trumpet? What's so magical about it?"
"Haha, don't underestimate this thing" Jiang Yucheng said, "Back then, our predecessors once used only this musical instrument to repel a charge from an enemy several times their size."
"Oh? So strong?"
"As for its specific effects, you will know after a while"
I saw Jiang Yucheng pick up the charge horn, stand on the top of the mountain, and blow the charge horn with all his strength like Zheng Qi, the volunteer combat hero who created miracles
The loud sound of the bugle soon spread throughout the Republican Army's positions. Hearing this magical sound, not only the officers and soldiers of the Guard Flag Troop, but also the soldiers of other flag corps of the Republican Army who were playing soy sauce behind, also felt a magical magic - in this kind of indescribable Driven by the strength of the enemy, they all picked up their guns, jumped out of the trenches, and rushed towards the scattered imperial infantry lines
¡°Kill!!¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±
The deafening shouts of killing immediately spread across the entire battlefield. The heavy machine gun shooters who stayed on the position did not wait for orders from their superiors, took up the Type 89 heavy machine guns in their hands, and began to tilt bullets at the enemy on the opposite side to cover their comrades. Upon hearing this magical sound, the imperial soldiers, who were already frightened, completely lost their last remaining will to resist and began to run away in all directions.
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"
The well-trained soldiers of the Guard Flag Corps charged while using their Type 87 automatic rifles and Type 88 general-purpose machine guns to kill or shoot at the fleeing Imperial soldiers in front. The soldiers of other companies, waving their swords, guns, swords and halberds, chased and killed these infantrymen who had been showing off their power in the past, suppressing them like dogs.
Even if the Republican Army is still a ragtag group, now that the enemy has lost its will to fight and is completely in the position of being beaten unilaterally, it is more than enough to deal with it.
"You cowards! Go back! Don't leave your post without permission!"
Wellington held the command knife in his hand and slashed left and right at the fleeing Imperial soldiers. However, it was obvious that it was impossible for him to stop such a huge retreat by himself.
Looking at the defeated King's army in front of him, "Iron Marquis" Wellington felt a dizzy feeling at this moment - at this moment, his own ambition and fighting spirit had been completely and tragically defeated in this battle. , turned into nothing. Jiang Yucheng did not kill him, and he did not choose to commit suicide. This did not mean that he would make a comeback and take revenge on Jiang Yucheng, but it meant that he no longer had the courage to commit suicide
In the blink of an eye, the 70-man National Guard and the 1,000-man "cannon fodder" Republican Army wiped out the main force of the Imperial Army's Colonial Corps, twice as many as their own, like a whirlwind.
"Victory! We are victorious!!!" Hughes and other Republican Army officers shouted excitedly.
"Oh!!!!!!" The deafening cheers echoed throughout the valley.
¡°Long live Emera!¡±
"Long live Her Royal Highness the Princess!!"
"Long live Jiang Yu as an official!!!"
"Haha, my princess, have you seen it" Jiang Yucheng gently touched the girl's little head and said with a smile, "We won"
"Is this is this true?!" At this moment, Aria still couldn't believe the fact before her eyes - the powerful Imperial Colonial Corps, which had brought heavy losses to the Republican Army countless times, finally came to the rescue. Their entire army was wiped out at their hands - and their own casualties were incredibly low.
"Ireally wasn't dreaming?"
"Of course¡¤¡¤¡¤!"
"Yeah!!!! Victory!!!" The girl hugged Jiang Yucheng excitedly, and then retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted
¡°That, that, that, that, as a king, Lilili, you should, keep, calm,¡¡±
"Haha, girl, you are so arrogant again" Jiang Yucheng smiled knowingly when he looked at the little princess whose face was red again and who was stammering.
The Battle of Santa Elva took place on a desolate hill - there is no exact place name here. But as the saying goes, if the mountain is not high, then it has its name. After this battle, the nearby residents named the two mountains and the valley in between:
The hill where the Imperial Colonial Corps was arrayed was called the Imperial Ridge, while the Republican Ridge was the opposite, and the hill where the Republican Army was arrayed was named. As for the valley bottom between the two mountains, it is also called the trench valley because of the trench dug by the Republican Army.
¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªClean the dividing line on the battlefield¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª
In the evening, a lonely figure gradually stood up from the pile of dead people on the ridge on the side of the Imperial Army.
"I'm alive?"
The colonial musician, covered in blood, discovered that he had narrowly escaped death. He couldn't help but start to feel grateful from the bottom of his heart for the emperor's kindness. However, this kind of luck only lasted for a short time - because, beside him, the bloody and cruel battlefield scenes came into his eyes:
Some of the soldiers of the Colonial Corps fell on their backs facing the enemy - they died from direct machine gun fire, but more of them died with their backs to the enemy - at the last moment, they struggled to survive. Desire finally exceeded the respect for military discipline, but the result was cruel - these people were not able to find a way out in the end. Human feet cannot outrun machine gun bullets after all.
Beside him, there were some mutilated corpses - these were his comrades in the military band. In comparison, he is undoubtedly a lucky man - because many of his comrades were blown to pieces by 107-kill bombs.
As the saying goes, "People will die if you compare with others, and goods will be thrown away when you compare goods." These people who were immediately harvested were lucky - they were within 40 steps of the position occupied by the military musician during the first round of rocket bombing. , burned by 107???The hardest-hit areas have been swept. At this moment, the pungent smell of white phosphorus still floats in the air, and even the soil has been burned to change color. As for the human body that has been burned by white phosphorus, it is even more terrible to look at.
At this moment, the military musician felt something bulging under his arm: it turned out to be his bagpipe, and it was still there.
So he put the blowpipe into his mouth again, and everything that had passed away seemed to be vivid in his mind:
"0,5-1-1-3,2-1-3-2~1,1-3-5-6"
"The Battle of Santa Elva, also known as the Battle of the "Valley of the Guards". According to post-war statistics, the Republican Army annihilated a total of 4,789 enemy troops and captured 338 people in this battle. Only the "Iron Marquis" and his bodyguards were captured. Troops, a total of less than 100 people were able to escape - from any point of view, this battle was a near-perfect victory. Historians generally believe that this was Marshal Jiang Yucheng's way of humiliating his opponent - and, he succeeded .
After this battle, although the upper echelons of the Imperial Army expressed the hope that the Marquis of Wellington could lead the King's Army again, he fled back to his fiefdom in despair and never held any public or military positions again. As for the Republican Army, there were zero casualties. The only loss was that the front of a truck was damaged during the assault. "
¡ª¡ªExcerpted from "The Legend of the God of War - The Biography of Marshal Jiang Yucheng of the Emerald People's Liberation Army", author Baochensky Jinjunovich
The sun is setting
On the ridge where more than 5,000 Imperial soldiers once stood, now only their remains remain. The mutilated corpses and military uniforms shot by machine guns, blown up by grenades, burned by white phosphorus bombs, were scattered on the battlefield like weapons discarded by soldiers.
A bagpiper covered in blood stood where his comrades had fallen, playing a long and vast music with a sad tone