America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The frontal Spaniards didn't realize that their flanks were being attacked at first.

They were busy dragging corpses from the ruins of the fort behind them and suppressing American troops in the pineapple fields.

The American artillery who had been beaten so hard that they couldn't lift their heads regrouped after they turned off their fire on the top of the mountain, and blasted again at the Spanish artillery positions on the top of the mountain.

Their accuracy is mediocre, but their power is still there.

The rocky walls of the fortress were blown down again.

However, the Spaniard's four heavy machine guns were still rattling.

Miles' [-]nd Brigade had suffered heavy casualties by this time.

Edwin's 17th Infantry Regiment has been beaten to pieces, leaving a large number of corpses in the open space behind the barbed wire.

"Sir, General Lawton asked us to withdraw to repair and give up the attack position to the [-]st Infantry."

A soldier almost crawled to Edwin's side from under the leaves of the pineapple field on his stomach.

Edwin was also lying on the ground at this time, observing the movement ahead through the gaps in the leaves, raising his gun from time to time and firing a shot in the direction of the mountain top.

His gaze wandered ahead, switching between the enemies who appeared on the top of the mountain from time to time and the soldiers who were constantly shot and fell.

The battlefield is full of gunshots, screams, groans, and muffled groans.

"Where are my soldiers? Where are my soldiers? Gather up and charge again!" he roared, his eyes red.

Seeing that his officer didn't hear him speaking, the soldier stepped forward and pulled Edwin's shoulder, repeating what he said just now.

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you!" Edwin's ears were ringing a bit now.

He turned his head and saw the soldier's mouth opening and closing, so he roared at the top of his voice.

Seeing his officer's bloodshot eyes, the soldier was a little frightened and stuttered:
"I, I mean, the general told us to retreat!"

"Let us what?"

"Let us withdraw!" The soldier also used his loudest voice.

"Let him go to hell! Withdraw? I have killed so many people and let me withdraw?" Edwin's eyes were already red.

He doesn't care about Lawton's orders.

At this time, he was just a commander who was thinking about revenge for his soldiers, and he couldn't calm down.

Edwin ignored his soldiers, he suddenly found a black soldier lying in front of him with his head in his arms.

Like an ostrich, the black man buried his face on the ground, his limbs trembling slightly.

Lao Tzu's soldiers are working hard in front, and you niggers are still hiding here?
Edwin was suddenly furious.

He pulled the gun and pressed the barrel against the waist of the black man in front of him.

"Fuck! Stand up! Fuck! Charge!" Edwin yelled.

The black soldier originally wanted to play dead, but Edwin pulled the bolt directly, and the bullet was loaded.

The black man clasped his hands behind his head, turned his head, and looked at Edwin behind him with a look of fear.

He wondered why this person was not his chief, so why did he insist on holding on to him?

"Pick up the gun! Charge!" Edwin glared at him.

"Yes, I will die! Sir!" said the black man timidly.

Although Edwin couldn't quite hear what the black man was saying, he could basically understand and continued to shout:

"If you don't rush up, I'll shoot you right now!"

The black man had no choice but to pick up the gun on the ground beside him, and moved forward slowly almost on his knees.

Edwin followed closely behind him.

Along the way, he also caught several soldiers who were also lying on the ground.

In addition to those of the black regiment, there were some of his own subordinates.

I am afraid that the Spaniards on the top of the mountain would not have imagined that there could be such a "hidden dragon and crouching tiger" in this pineapple field.

The group was quickly driven to the edge of the pineapple field.

They all stopped in their tracks, not daring to take another step forward.

Ahead is the death zone, where many corpses lie.

"Come on? What are you waiting for?" Edwin's temper was very irritable at this time, like a grenade that would explode at any time, "Rush to the blind spot of the machine gun on the other side, and we will defeat the other side!"

He put the gun directly on the black soldier's head.

"You fucking go first, I'll follow you! Don't make me say it a second time!" Edwin's voice was full of killing intent.

The black soldier took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes and rushed out of the pineapple field.

Now he can only pray to God, the Holy Mother, and Jesus to protect him from being hit by bullets and not letting him die in this strange foreign country.

Although, hope looks bleak.

Because many corpses on the ground have proved this point, if you don't take two steps, you are afraid that you will be beaten into a sieve.

Negroes dare not open their eyes.

He didn't know when he was going to be shot, he didn't know when he was going to die.

One step, two steps, three steps.
However, a miracle seems to have happened!
The black man was not shot, and the sound of the machine gun on the hilltop was not even heard again!

"Sir, look!" The soldier beside Edwin suddenly patted his commander on the shoulder, pointing to the position on the top of the mountain.

The four machine guns misfired almost at the same time, and even the direction of the muzzle became wrong.

Almost everyone was stunned.

They watched the black man who was in the front run happily forward until he tripped over a corpse and fell to the ground.

What happened up there?
"Why are you still standing there? Go!"

It was Edwin who reacted the fastest.

The commander took the lead and rushed out of the pineapple field with a gun in hand.

But he wasn't the only one to react, not even the first,

Beside him, the black commander Yoang had already rushed out.

The old man's battlefield experience is too rich.

He knows when to rush and when to hide.

Regardless of what happened to him, the direct fire from above has been muted, if he doesn't charge at this time, when will he wait?

A group of people swarmed up to the position on the top of the mountain.

But when they rushed forward and jumped into the ditch, they were stunned by the scene before them.

In the ditch lay the bodies of Spaniards here and there.

A group of yellow-skinned Chinese soldiers were holding shotguns and automatic rifles in their hands, aiming at the guy who was still moving on the ground.

The fire was so intense that it made them tremble.

Edwin subconsciously looked at them and his military uniform.

Fortunately, although the styles are different, the badges are the same, and they are all U.S. troops.

A Chinese military officer with a suona on his waist walked up to him.

He was carrying a BAR on his shoulders, with a calm expression, speaking to him in English with a strong southwestern frontier accent:
"We are the Second Cavalry Support Brigade of the U.S. Army. I am the commander of this commando. My name is Xu Ajiu. The enemy in this blocking position has been cleared by us."

Edwin was dumbfounded, not knowing whether to give him a hug or be jealous.

But he quickly realized that this was on the battlefield.

The battle is not over yet, there is no time to think about it.

"Where is the enemy?" he asked, staring.

Xu Ajiu pointed to the fortress behind him that was almost in ruins with his thumb:

"The rest of the people are hiding inside, but I suggest that after the siege"

Before he finished speaking, Edwin had already dug out of the trench and rushed out.

"Brothers! Kill the Spaniards! For our dead brothers! For the Maine!"

The American soldiers shouted slogans and rushed towards the fort.

Then, they poured another row at the entrance.

The Spanish soldiers were killed by Xu Ajiu and the others and returned to the fortress.

They used the ruins and the "remains" of the scattered cannons as cover, intending to make the last ounce of resistance.

Xu Ajiu covered her eyes with her palms, looked in the direction of the ruins, and shook her head.

"Sir, should we help them?" asked the soldier next to him.

"Go and collect the unfinished grenades." Xu Ajiu rubbed his chin and gave the order,

Edwin nearly died again.

This time his forearm was shot through.

The brave commander had to retreat from the ruins.

A group of people shot at the Spanish soldiers inside through the half-collapsed ruins.

Both sides suffered casualties.

Because the Spanish soldiers only exposed their heads to observe and shoot, basically every shot was shot in the head.

"Give way! Give way!"

Xu Ah Jiu led the Chinese soldiers to surround him.

He glanced at Edwin whose arm was bleeding, casually took out a roll of bandages and a box of ointment from his clothes, and threw them to him.

"This is the first aid item that everyone in our army has. It is said that when our boss started his business in the west, he carried these two things with him." Xu Ajiu said.

Afterwards, regardless of Edwin's thanks, he turned his head and said to the Chinese soldiers behind him with a grenade in their hands:

"Come, give some gifts to the Spaniards in the ruins!"

The soldiers still came to the wall in groups of three.

One person was responsible for throwing mines into the ruined bunker.

As long as a Spanish soldier pulled out from the bunker, the remaining two followed suit.

The American soldiers on the side have never seen this kind of dismissal.

After observing for a while, they also joined in.

The gunfire continued for another half an hour or so.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the ruins.

It sounds like gibberish in Spanish.

"Sir, what are they talking about?" an American soldier asked Edwin.

"It doesn't matter! Kill it! No one will be left alive!" Edwin had already wrapped a thick bandage around his arm.

But this didn't stop him from venting his anger.

Just as Xu Ajiu was about to stop it, he found that a group of red-eyed American soldiers had rushed in again.

The Spanish defense finally collapsed under the tide of soldiers.

American forces invaded Fort Elviso.

The fanatical soldiers killed every Spaniard they could see, including the one responsible for raising the white flag, until Lawton gave orders to stop them.

The accompanying US military reporters then recorded the scene at that time:
The Chinese soldiers of the Second Cavalry Volunteer Brigade showed strong combat effectiveness. They took the lead in attacking the high ground of Fort Elviso and cleared away all obstacles.
Fort El Veso was in ruins, the walls and ground were almost stained red with blood, and the brains of the killed Spanish soldiers flowed out "like squeezed white paint"
The capture of the high ground meant that the [-]rd and [-]st Brigades attacking El Kanie on the left and right would no longer be threatened.

Although the battle at the foot of the mountain is still going on, there is basically no suspense about Elkanie's victory or defeat.

Lawton was overjoyed.

He planned to thank and commend Chen Jianqiu, and hoped that he could join in the attack on Erkanie.

Generals love troops that solve problems.

However, when his messenger returned, he was told that Chen Jianqiu was no longer in his position.

Lawton was just about to swear, but after learning who gave the order, he swallowed the swear words abruptly.

It was Shaft who gave the order.

The commander-in-chief urgently hopes that Chen Jianqiu will rush to the San Juan Mountains.

Because, the fighting situation there is even worse than El Kanie!
Scheft's forward command post was built on the highlands of El Pozo opposite the San Juan Hills.

Looking west from here, you can clearly see the situation in the San Juan Heights opposite.

San Juan Heights is centrally located on the Royal Mile leading to San Diego.

This highland includes the narrow San Juan Mountains and Pot Mountain not far to the east of the San Juan Mountains.

Between the two mountains, there is a small lake,
The San Juan River flows into the sea from north to south from the east of the highlands; the Aguadore River flows into the San Juan River from east to west on the south side of the highlands.

The Spanish defenders stationed in San Juan Heights originally had only 500 people.

But after changing the commander, the defenders here increased to 2000 people.

At the same time, as Chen Jianqiu saw last time, the Spaniards have been operating here for a long time, building watchtowers and machine gun positions.

On the more frontier Pot Mountain, the Spaniards relied on a local workshop factory as a barrier, facing the part of the royal road that was covered by the jungle.

It can be said that the defensive strength here is no less than that of Fort Elviso, even worse.

And the beginning stage of the battle is almost exactly the same as that over there.

The U.S. artillery shelled the bunker on the top of San Juan Mountain, filled with smoke, was accurately positioned by the Spanish artillery, fired back, and then blew up the U.S. artillery position to pieces.

The shells flew over the hilltop and roared down on the plantation.

Stationed near there was the [-]st Volunteer Cavalry Brigade, the "Rough Riders" with only Roosevelt on horseback.

When the shells hit, Roosevelt was holding a map to confirm the direction of attack, but unexpectedly a shell that lost its direction fell on his side.

But the future president of the United States was lucky.

Except for the wrist being injured by shrapnel, there is nothing wrong with it.

The shelling lasted for half an hour before it could continue.

The American artillerymen either quickly changed places, or stayed where they were and waited to be bombed by the Spaniards.

But the infantry generals below couldn't bear it anymore.

Brigadier General Kent, the commander of the [-]st Division, volunteered and asked to lead the troops to attack San Juan Hill immediately.

The three armies must not dampen their spirit.

Shaft agreed to Brigadier General Kent's challenge.

So, under the leadership of the latter, the First Division marched forward along the Royal Avenue towards San Juan Mountain, while the cavalry division led by Sumner dismounted and followed them.

But when the army passed through the left high ground of Aier, they suddenly discovered a problem.

The road narrows!
The section of road they just passed was repaired, and what they are facing now is the real appearance of the Royal Avenue outside San Diego.

As a result, the team had to change their formation and advance in two columns.

Brigadier General Kent thinks this does not seem to be a problem.

Just speed through and get under San Juan Heights and everything will be fine.

But he didn't know.

At this time, on the San Juan Heights, the Spanish artillery commander was watching them closely.