Rise of the 1630s South America

Chapter 25 The Million Franc War ([-])

Sean Raffarin ran back desperately in a daze, and the scenes just now kept appearing in his mind...

This is a battle like a nightmare. All the bullets fired by one's side are blocked by the plate armor, while the bullets of the other side recklessly harvest the lives of one's own soldiers; there is also the gun muzzle of the other side that seems to never stop, always shining with the flame of death ; No army can sustain morale under such conditions without collapsing.

Thinking of this, Sean really understood the move of the English and the Dutch to retreat first.However, it is especially frustrating that the bitter fruit of failure is to be tasted by oneself.

Sean staggered along, supported by his young first mate, Julien d'Eblol of Franche-Comté.There was a constant volley of guns behind him, and it must be the damn Tatans chasing soldiers.Yes, they will not spare themselves, these savages will chop off their own heads to show off their valor, just as they have been doing for hundreds of years.

The crisp sound of horseshoes sounded behind them, and Sean and Julien turned around with ashen faces. Sean subconsciously pulled out his officer's saber.

Leonid Fedorovich drives a magnificent Andalusian horse.Looking at the French and Dutch scurrying around in front of him, he finally found a sense of pleasure in the past when he was crossing the South Russian Plain. Haha, this is the life I want.

"Huh?" Leonid narrowed his eyes slightly, and the two well-dressed guys not far in front seemed to be officers.One of them dared to pull out his tiny saber, which was more decorative than practical. Is he out of his mind?

"Pfft." The sharp [-]-year-style command knife cut across Sean Raffarin's neck, and the gushing blood spattered Julien's face.Julien stared blankly at the commander's body that had lost his head, as if stunned and did not respond.

Leonid rode back and pointed the sharp saber dripping with blood at Julien.At this time, Julien just woke up like a dream, and subconsciously backed away, but he fell to the ground all of a sudden due to nervousness or some other reason.

Leonid shook his head contemptuously and moved on.

The morale of the Frenchmen has been completely broken, and they are now only thinking of running back to the landing point, and then sailing back to the big ship anchored in the sea.In the beginning, there was some order in their escape, but after sensing the approaching gunshots and horseshoes from the Tatans behind them, they almost threw away everything they could to get away from this damned place and started running around. , the order collapsed.

This created an excellent opportunity for the Cossacks to kill and drive away the defeated soldiers.They let their backs come out, and all the weapons in their hands were thrown away. Even if they didn't throw away their weapons, they didn't have time to reload and shoot. The Cossack cavalry waved their sabers heartily, driving them into a pile like sheep. .These soldiers who had lost the courage to fight surrendered in pieces, and their weapons were thrown all over the place.

The short two-kilometer escape seems to have no end. When John Stone, the captain of the "Good Man" who ran the fastest, and four or five panting soldiers were stopped by Leonid's saber, this chase game Finally drew the finish line.

Leonid took a few Ukrainian fellows to beat up these British guys and seized all their valuables.The enemy fleet moored at sea seemed to have noticed the movement on the shore, but they were unable to confirm the result of the battle for a while.Moreover, since 4 captains of the 3 ships were lost on the shore, they still need to carry out some internal coordination, and they will not be able to respond in a short time anyway.

Liao Meng led 48 officers and soldiers to take over the French and Dutch soldiers who had surrendered almost at the speed of marching, and the main force of the first battalion who followed them would escort these people back to take care of them.

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As early as the end of the battle between the main forces of the two armies in the creek wetlands, which only took a few minutes to decide the outcome, the members of the executive committee knew that today's battle was a sure thing.After the main force went to pursue the enemy, Jiao Tang, the internal affairs committee member, organized a group of newly arrived Irish and Norwegian immigrants to clean up the battlefield outside the city.

The battlefield after the battle between the two armies was extremely bloody.The corpses scattered all over the place, the wounded with missing arms and legs, the internal organs and human tissues that can be seen everywhere, etc., can make people who are new to the battlefield spit up.These Irish and Norwegian immigrants are no exception. The older ones are better. Some teenagers and half-grown children just knelt on the ground and vomited.

The soldiers of the first battalion who stayed near the battlefield to guard the iron armor were also pale, and they had obviously vomited just now.When he was fighting just now, he had no time to pay attention to him. Now that he is free, he obviously made up for this lesson.

Jiao Tang looked at the battlefield with a sullen face. He was a criminal policeman, and he had never seen any kind of corpse before, so it was safe to walk among the bloody ground.There were hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, most of them were killed by matchlock guns, and a few were killed by artillery.

The death of the corpse was horrific. After all, it was hit by a large-caliber matchlock gun, and a big hole in the body was the lightest.If the projectile happened to roll in the body, it would be an even uglier death.

In addition to the corpses, there were also a small number of wounded, and none of the people who had died were hit in vital parts.But they are not much better than death. These days, if they are hit by matchlock guns, if they don’t die, they will basically have their limbs amputated. After the amputation, they have to pass the test of wound inflammation. Said to have survived.

Jiao Tang looked coldly at the wounded moaning in a pool of blood, and had no intention of helping them.These European "war animals" are crippled if they are saved. Jiao Tang is an extremely cold-blooded and rational pragmatist, let him fend for himself if he has no value.

The body should be buried as soon as possible.Because it has entered summer now, if it is not dealt with as soon as possible, it may cause an epidemic, which will definitely be a disaster for everyone.Jiao Tang commanded his staff to find a piece of wasteland nearby, and dug a hole on the spot to bury it.

Seven soldiers from the first battalion also died in battle, and one of them was a member of the crossing group.These 7 people were all shot in the face by random matchlock bullets and died on the spot, which is relatively unlucky.Their bodies will be buried in the National Cemetery, and a funeral will be held at that time.

At this time, groups of dejected prisoners were escorted back one after another.Those who were working on the battlefield cheered loudly when they saw this situation, as if they were honored even though they did not participate in the battle for this great victory.The captives will be temporarily held in some vacant houses in the city, and what awaits them is mostly a long career as a miner.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon.The prisoners have all been escorted back, and they will be taken over by the police from the Ministry of the Interior.

Peng Zhicheng led the soldiers of the first battalion to gather again at the gate of the city, which was the request of the executive committee.The executive committee organized a grand victory celebration. In addition to distributing a large amount of food and stockpiling drinks, the core activity was to hold an entry ceremony for the officers and soldiers of the first battalion of the new army who had returned from victory.

"Hey! These guys are quite good at tossing around." Peng Zhicheng smiled, of course he would not refuse the executive committee's kindness.After all, this matter can increase the pride and honor of the soldiers, and by the way, it can also strengthen the cohesion and centripetal force of the immigrants.

"Listen to me you bastards!" Peng Zhicheng, who had fought with people with real knives and guns, now speaks a lot more boldly, "The executive committee arranged a ceremony for us to enter the city, and I will be refreshed for a while Point. This is a chance for everyone to look good, and the mother is not allowed to lose the chain. Artillery first sentinel and... um... cavalry are also participating."

"Now everyone is there, look to the right! Look forward!" Peng Zhicheng shouted: "The horizontal team has changed into a column! Hold the gun! Let's go! One two one...one two one..."

The first whistle was at the forefront of the team, and Chang Kaisheng and Jiang Zhiqing were also at the forefront of the first whistle.Chang Kaisheng held his head up and straightened his chest, without squinting, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his face was blushing; Jiang Zhiqing, who was standing next to him, also looked similar.When the first whistle appeared at the gate of the city, the sky-shattering cheers erupted suddenly. Whether it was the crossing crowd or the new and old immigrants, they absolutely sincerely thanked these people who defended them at this moment.Whether they knew each other or not, many people hugged each other excitedly, shouting meaningless syllables, expressing their full emotions.

Immediately behind the first battalion were the brothers of the first post of the independent field artillery. At this time, they lined up behind the infantry with empty hands and received everyone's cheers together.

Then there were 40 cavalrymen temporarily formed before the war. Their horses had been taken away by the Animal Husbandry Bureau. These Ukrainian villagers could only enter the city on foot behind the first artillery post.They were also flushed with excitement, covered with all kinds of trophies, and the team walked crookedly, laughing heroically from time to time.

Leonid did not laugh with them. He was tall and handsome with a [-]-year-style command saber in his left hand, and he quietly turned his gaze among the crowd, as if he was looking for something.After scanning back and forth many times, Leonid turned his head a little lost, and suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Li Xiaowei huddled in a corner with a group of girls of similar age, pointing at the team passing by in the middle of the road, and letting out bursts of laughter like silver bells from time to time.Suddenly, the girls noticed a tall Ukrainian walking quickly towards them. He looked a little nervous, with his right hand in his trouser pocket trembling slightly.

"It's you?!" Li Xiaowei suddenly realized when she saw this familiar Ukrainian, and obviously remembered who he was.

Leonid walked up to Li Xiaowei, subconsciously avoided Li Xiaowei's big eyes, then took out his right hand from his trouser pocket as if exhausting all his strength, stretched it out in front of Li Xiaowei, and said in unproficient Chinese: "Send...for...yours! War... spoils of war!"

Li Xiaowei's mouth suddenly opened into an O shape, it was a string of dazzling ruby ​​necklaces.

(End of this chapter)