Chapter 1122: Raging Waves

"The Tianzhu people have a saying: sand will always slip through one's fingers. The soldiers will eventually find out, and when that time comes, your decision will cost the lives of over a hundred thousand Coalition soldiers." Outside the camp, the battlefield was eerily quiet.

But Wesley was even more uneasy.

Seeing that Hariman remained stubborn and continued to quibble with him, fire almost erupted from Wesley's eyes.

"Shut up, you coward! Don't forget, I am the supreme commander of the Coalition now. Leave the tent immediately and do what you are supposed to do, or I will have you dealt with by military law." Hariman was equally furious.

They were, after all, rivals competing for the future position of Field Marshal.

If it weren't for the need to deal with the Song People together, he would have no need to maintain a facade of politeness with Wesley.

Now, this Wesley was being ungrateful and actually going against him.

Since that was the case, there was no need for him to worry about his face.

"You will regret this." Hariman's angry gaze made Wesley understand that if he continued to argue, the other man would do just that.

Leaving behind one sentence, he exited the tent.

Glancing at the Great Song fortifications opposite, his heart was filled with gloom; he could only pray that the Coalition soldiers would not receive definitive news of the naval defeat.

However, his hopes were ultimately dashed.

Due to the naval defeat, more and more officers, officials, and the families of officials, and even Westerners doing business in Calcutta, were coming to the battlefield.

To them, Calcutta had already become unsafe.

The Great Song warships were anchored in the waters off Calcutta.

They were worried that the Great Song Navy's marines would land at any moment.

Therefore, compared to Calcutta, the eastern battlefield was clearly safer.

After all, the vast majority of the Coalition soldiers were on the eastern battlefield.

As more and more people arrived from Calcutta, Hariman could finally no longer suppress the news.

The news of the naval defeat finally spread completely on the third day.

Instantly, the Coalition soldiers on the battlefield were in a state of panic.

And just at this moment, the Great Song Army, which had been quiet for three days, launched another artillery bombardment.

The battlefield became scorching hot once again.

"Hahaha, they couldn't keep it suppressed after all."

Boom— boom— the artillery roared.

Behind the Great Song trench fortifications, Qin Shan and Guan Tong breathed a light sigh of relief.

For these three days, the two had let the generals and soldiers rest fully and build up their energy, even stopping the night raids.

Today, they had finally waited for the moment when the enemy's morale completely collapsed.

Soldiers responsible for reconnaissance on the airships continuously fed back the situation in the Coalition trenches via Flag Language.

According to the news passed back, the Coalition soldiers had no heart for defense at this moment.

Many soldiers were gathered in groups of three or five, arguing about something.

Even when scolded by officers, they would only be quiet for a moment before continuing their discussion.

There were also soldiers who directly clashed with officers and got into brawls.

Some soldiers even left the trenches directly and headed toward the rear barracks.

These phenomena were enough to illustrate the current state of the Coalition soldiers.

Thus, Qin Shan decided to add fuel to the fire and officially launch a full-scale attack on the Coalition.

"Our navy has achieved a total victory; next, we should also fight a war of total victory." Qin Shan stood with his hands on his hips, full of confidence.

Unlike the Coalition soldiers, the Great Song soldiers were greatly encouraged by the news of the naval victory.

Having rested for another three days, they were each full of energy, just waiting for the bugle of the attack.

After the artillery bombardment began, the first batch of soldiers responsible for the charge immediately entered the forward trenches, closing in on the Coalition's trench fortifications.

The closest distance between the soldiers of both sides reached thirty meters.

Since the enemy's Artillery had basically been destroyed, they no longer worried about suffering shelling in the front-line trenches.

Crouching in the trenches, they listened to the sound of the artillery, waiting for the moment the charge bugle would sound.

"That's right, it is time to end the war in Dongtu." Guan Tong's gaze was resolute.

To him, as long as the Coalition army was defeated, they would have won Tianzhu.

As for those indigenous armies of Tianzhu, they were not worth mentioning at all.

These days, it was not as if they hadn't fought against the indigenous armies.

Aside from arrogance, these Tianzhu people had no redeeming qualities.

During one night raid, five of their soldiers broke into a fortification and actually captured one thousand Tianzhu soldiers.

Even those five soldiers themselves could not believe this result.

It was precisely this capture incident that made them realize the true caliber of the Tianzhu indigenous soldiers.

Clearly, when the British were running rampant in Dongtu, the reason these Tianzhu indigenous armies seemed so impressive was purely because they were foxes borrowing the tiger's might, merely following behind the Redcoat Army to pick up kills and bullying other indigenous armies of Dongtu.

But when they encountered a real, strong enemy, they immediately wilted.

Once, they had wondered how a few thousand British Army troops could rule all of Tianzhu.

Now they understood it completely.

Therefore, as long as the Coalition withdrew from Tianzhu, with the might of the Great Song Army, they would immediately be able to take over the British assets in Tianzhu and establish a Tianzhu order belonging to Great Song.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The artillery fire continued for half an hour before suddenly stopping.

Then, the sound of spirited charge bugles rang out from all directions on the battlefield.

"Kill!"

At this moment, the Great Song soldiers, having gathered their strength, pushed a breath of air from their chests and shouted in unison.

This roar even instantly drowned out the sound of the charge bugle.

Then, the Great Song soldiers surged out of the front-line Trench like a torrent of steel, charging toward the Coalition Trench.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Rat-tat-tat..."

The sound of the Qin-style Rifle, the explosions of the Hand Grenade, and the sweeping fire of the Machine Gun played a symphony on the battlefield all at once.

The intense firepower instantly suppressed the soldiers in the Coalition's front-line Trench.

Taking advantage of this time, the Great Song soldiers launched a fierce charge, breaking into the Coalition Trench like lightning.

At this moment, the Coalition soldiers were panic-stricken, with not a shred of will to fight left.

Seeing the Great Song soldiers killing their way over, they turned tail and ran one by one, fleeing toward the rear through the communication tunnels.

The Coalition soldiers who put up a desperate resistance also died in the explosions of Hand Grenades and under the Bayonets of the Great Song soldiers.

The once tightly held Coalition defense line was like a deflated ball, limp and sagging.

The Great Song soldiers occupied more Trenches without much effort.

At the moment the Great Song army launched its full-scale offensive.

Hariman in the tent listened to the sound of the charge bugle and was stunned.

To him, these charge bugles were so piercing and terrifying.

Before the Great Song artillery bombardment, he had already understood that everything was over.

Just as Wesley had said, he had ultimately failed to keep the news of the naval defeat a secret.

The soldiers and officers were panicked because of this; they had already been terrified by the Great Song army.

They no longer believed they could achieve victory in this war.

And the chaotic footsteps outside proved that the Coalition soldiers had collapsed after the Great Song army launched its attack.

Glancing at the sword placed on the table, Hariman slowly drew the blade and slashed it fiercely across his neck.

Blood sprayed out, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

Just as Wesley had said, his stubbornness would cause the deaths of over a hundred thousand, or even hundreds of thousands, of Coalition soldiers.

Even if he returned to Britain, he would face the gallows at a military tribunal.