America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Same thing with Fort Elviso.

Because the Spanish artillery was not suppressed, they could aim their guns at the American soldiers who were advancing towards San Juan Heights.

The Spaniards in San Juan did not know that Fort Elviso had been captured.

At this time, their morale was high, and they were preparing to deal a head-on blow to the invading US troops.

"These idiots really don't know what West Point has taught them." Colonel Rubin stepped on the box with one foot and put down the binoculars in his hand.

This excellent Spanish general is now in charge of commanding the frontal defense of the San Juan Heights.

He had communicated in the United States for a period of time, and he knew the US military relatively well.

It was also he who led the troops to give Roosevelt a heads-up in Lasigua Xima not long ago.

Colonel Rubin knew the terrain all too well.

The [-]st Division was advancing along the Via Royale, parallel to the Aguadores River.

If these Yankees want to reach San Juan, they must cross the San Juan River.

Rubin narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly pointed to an empty river beach a mile away.

There is the junction of the San Juan and Aguadores rivers, the river is not deep, but the current is fast.

On the other side of the San Juan River is a jungle.

After the first division got out of the jungle, what they faced was the surging river.

"It's there!"

Rubin pointed to the river beach, and subconsciously licked his teeth with his tongue.

"All the firepower is concentrated on this river beach. I want to make this place a hell on earth! Let the blood of Americans be shed here!"

The soldiers of the [-]st Division didn't know what they were about to face at this time.

They were marching proudly along the Royal Mile.

Although the road was narrow, this group of people showed no fear.

They are the honorable [-]st Division of the US Army!It is the successor of America's abundant martial arts!
Spanish?What are the Spaniards?
They blew up the USS Maine, and they should pay for it in blood!
The same sentiment also existed in their commander Brigadier General Kent.

After the request for the war was approved by Scheft, the master suddenly had a stomachache, which was quite serious. At this time, he could not ride a horse and was being carried by several people to walk behind the team.

However, this did not affect his confidence at all.

The superiority in strength is obvious.

At this moment, the souls of Washington, Grant, and Sherman are possessed, and he will inherit the great tradition of the US Army!

His first division would soon take San Juan Heights, and then San Diego.

And he, Kent, will go down in history.

Not long after, the vanguard of the first division arrived on the river beach.

"Sir, shall we cross the river now?" A soldier looked at the rushing river and asked the second lieutenant beside him.

"Or else?" The second lieutenant rolled his eyes at him, and pointed behind him, "You don't even look at how many people are behind us, besides, the water is not deep!"

He turned around and gave an order to the soldiers behind him:
"Everyone! Speed ​​up and prepare to cross the river!"

The vanguard deployed on the bank of the river as ordered.

They tried to open several routes across the San Juan River at the same time, after all, the previous two columns were too aggrieved.

But the first to enter the water soon discovered that there were not many places to pass.

Although the water is indeed not deep, the river bed is waist-high, and the center of the river is up to the chest.

However, due to the turbulent current, the underwater situation is complex and unpredictable, and from time to time there will be undercurrents hitting the legs of people crossing the river.

Therefore, the only place where it can be safely passed is still only the ferry facing the road facing the Royal Avenue.

The soldiers who crossed the river first pulled a few ropes and tied them to the stones on the other side of the river.

The soldiers behind grabbed the rope and waded across the river.

"Don't worry! Come one by one!" The second lieutenant gave an order with his hands on his hips.

More and more troops came out of the jungle behind, and began to spread out along the river bank on the river beach, stretching their necks and waiting to cross the river.

Everything seems to be in order.

"boom!"

"boom!"

But at this moment, several sudden explosions suddenly broke the calm.

Several shells suddenly exploded among the crowd on the river beach.

Then, gunshots rang out.

The bullets were fired at the soldiers of the [-]st Division who were exposed on the tidal flats, and they didn't even know which direction the bullets came from.

"There are enemies! Take cover!" The second lieutenant just yelled, and was knocked to the ground by the explosion around him.

The soldiers looked around in a panic.

hidden?Where can I hide on this bare river beach?

They had no choice but to lie down or half-kneel on the spot, raise their guns to look for the source of the attack, and at the same time fight back aimlessly.

However, they did not discover where the attack came from.

The position of the river beach is really too low, basically it is difficult to see the situation clearly.

"Damn it, where the hell are those bastards?"

The commanders on the front line cursed, but there was no better way for a while.

So, I don't know which wise man suddenly thought of an idea.

Since the view below is too poor to find the enemy's position, wouldn't all problems be solved by raising a hot air balloon for observation.

Then, a hot air balloon rose from the river beach.

In this era, the use of hot air balloons in the military for reconnaissance is not a particularly unusual thing, and the U.S. military happened to bring one this time.

But the problem is that the hot air balloon can see the opposite side, but the opposite side can also see the hot air balloon!

The Spanish soldiers on the opposite mountain quickly discovered this thing in the air not far away.

"Sir, these damned Yankees raised a hot air balloon! Let's shoot it down!" The soldiers around Rubin stared at the hot air balloon and said viciously.

Unexpectedly, Rubin stopped him.

"What are you doing with that hot air balloon?" He snorted, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "It's all about accurate positioning."

Rubin was right.

In fact, at the beginning, the hit rate of the Spanish artillery was not high.

Although they knew how to shoot at the river beach, they still lacked a sufficiently accurate reference object.

And the appearance of this hot air balloon perfectly solved this problem.

The Spanish shells and bullets came again.

Only this time, it is more accurate and the projection density is higher!
There was complete chaos on the beach.

Because there are already a lot of troops arriving at the river beach.

Those who crossed the river did not know whether to continue to move forward or to cover the remaining comrades to cross the river; those who did not cross the river did not know whether to continue crossing the river under the rain of bullets or retreat into the jungle.

The most terrible thing is that Brigadier General Kent's order has never arrived.

The reason is actually very simple.

The orderly was killed.

As soon as the unlucky guy arrived at the front line with the order, he was crushed by a shell that fell beside him.

As a result, many soldiers in the vanguard of the First Division had to stand on the river bank or on the waist-deep river bed and wait for orders.

They couldn't retreat even if they wanted to, because the road behind them was too narrow and crowded with people.

These people have become living targets for the Spaniards.

The latter was firing at them with impunity.

The crowded and chaotic riverbank, as Rubin puts it, has become a slaughterhouse.

There is nowhere to hide here.

The soldiers of the First Division were knocked to the ground one by one by bullets and shell fragments, or were blasted around like ducks being chased.

The scene was tragic.

The river was stained red with blood, and the road was also muddy with blood.

At the same time, the US military's counterattack against the Spaniards had little effect.

They could not do any harm to the Spanish soldiers hiding in the fortifications.

Brigadier General Kent, who was still dreaming, had just walked back from the side of the road with his pants in his hands when he got the news. He finally realized the tragedy ahead belatedly.

The brigadier general, who was in a hurry, couldn't care that his belt hadn't been fastened, let alone his "chrysanthemum sickness", got on his horse, and forced himself to go to the river beach to take command.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The military situation is urgent! Stop and shoot!" the adjutant following behind the brigadier roared.

But the road was narrow, and it was not so easy for the soldiers to give way to him.

The brigadier's horse almost hit someone, and with a jolt, his diarrhea became more serious.

Forced to have no choice but to dismount, he ran towards the front line with his buttocks between his legs.

Not only their brigadier general knew about the tragedy of the First Division, but Shaft also got the news.

According to the usual practice, Mr. Chief Commander still cursed for a while, and then thought of Chen Jianqiu.

He really couldn't get rid of the extra team.

The man and the team he leads always find a way to solve a problem.

"Hurry up and notify Chen's troops! Let him come to support quickly!" Shaft gave an order.

Not long after, as he wished, Chen Jianqiu brought more than 2000 soldiers to support El Kanie before he could finish.

"Chen, Fort Elviso played really well, I have already received the news."

This was the first sentence Sheft said when he saw Chen Jianqiu.

"Chen, quickly find a way to save the First Division, that idiot in Kent is about to bury them all on the beach of the San Juan River! My soldiers are dying! They are bleeding!"

This was the second sentence Schefter said when he saw Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu felt amused for no reason.

When this group of American army officers scolded Fang Qiu in the military academy, they were more able to speak out than one another, but in the end they had to let him make up for it with a support brigade everywhere, which was really annoying.

Chen Jianqiu didn't say anything, he just said he would do his best, and then he took the order and left.

However, after leaving Shaft's command post, he did not take anyone to the river beach.

He didn't bother to care how many people died in the first division.

His goal is San Juan Heights!
As for when Shaft asked, it was easy to answer.

As long as the San Juan Heights are conquered, the siege of the First Division in the river beach will naturally be relieved.

Chen Jianqiu's troops went straight to the upper reaches of the San Juan River.

There, Roosevelt was anxiously awaiting orders from his superiors with the [-]st Volunteer Cavalry Brigade.

Near him were the 1st and 10th Cavalry Regiments.

Roosevelt's soldiers were resting in place, while he dismounted and walked back and forth on the river.

His injured hand is heavily bandaged, which makes him look comical.

At this time, the sound of uniform footsteps suddenly sounded not far away.

A team was trotting towards him.

At the front of the line, Roosevelt saw a familiar face.

Chen Jianqiu.

Roosevelt was both surprised and delighted by Chen Jianqiu's arrival.

For some reason, every time he saw this Chinese, his heart became more at ease.

"Chen! It's really great to see you here, I don't even know what to say."

Roosevelt went up to meet him, wanting to hold Chen Jianqiu's hand.

But he found that what he subconsciously stretched out was his right hand, so he could only retract it with a wry smile.

"Yo? Are you injured?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Roosevelt's tightly wrapped hands and arms, and couldn't help teasing.

Roosevelt could only continue to smile wryly.

He suddenly remembered something and asked eagerly:
"Chen, are you from Al Pozo?"

El Bozo is where Shaft's command post is located, Chen Jianqiu nodded,

"Does Shaft have any orders?" Roosevelt then asked.

"He told us to save the [-]st Division, who were beaten half to death by the Spaniards on the riverbank."

"Then let's go back along the river to support?" Roosevelt frowned, "But it's useless for us to go! The firepower of San Juan Heights will severely suppress us!"

"That's right, but if you capture San Juan Heights, the problem will be solved." Chen Jianqiuyun said lightly.

Roosevelt nearly choked on his own saliva.

Is not this nonsensical?

Whether it's the First Division or your own side, the current goal is to capture San Juan Heights.

If it can be captured that easily, then what is Shaft still worrying about?
"The defense of San Juan Heights is very strong, and the fortifications are also very strong. The Spaniards have been operating here for too long."

"Not bad." Chen Jianqiu continued to answer briefly.

But he pointed to another high ground across the river.

"However, we can win other places first, and the food must be eaten bite by bite."

Strictly speaking, this highland can be regarded as the forward position on the flank of the San Juan Highland, and the terrain is quite high in terms of the surrounding area.

The name of this highland is called Hushan.