Chapter 1497: Surprise Attack

"Attack!"

Captain Gelin roared, and the British Soldiers on the front line rose up to counterattack.

In front of Sanhao Zhendi of this gold mine mountain range, the not-so-large area was devastated.

Dead Cavalry lay with Long Spears stuck in their spirited horses, countless soldiers were locked in slaughter, and the morning air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

In less than a short hour, the total number of troops committed by both sides had already exceeded sixty thousand.

But the battlefield had fallen into a stalemate.

The first rays of sunlight today were so dazzling; Captain Gelin squinted, knowing things were looking bad.

Although the situation on the battlefield was intense, he had not yet seen any firelight from within Sanhao Zhendi.

Captain Gelin frowned, feeling extremely suspicious; why was his Captain Qiaozhi still not making a move?

If he didn't act on his side, he would have to bear the brunt of the offensive here.

But there was not much time left.

No. 2 Position was less than ten kilometers away from here, and the sound of artillery fire here had long since reached No. 2 Position.

Calculating the time, it wouldn't take them long to kill their way here, two hours at most.

"Qiaozhi, what is holding you back!" Captain Gelin felt secretly anxious.

But he still did not let up on the offensive.

Meanwhile, inside Sanhao Zhendi, Captain Qiaozhi had already launched his attack when the French mounted archers set out.

But when Captain Qiaozhi pushed into Sanhao Zhendi to launch a surprise attack, he encountered the French Army, which had been prepared long ago.

They were actually prepared in advance.

Both sides engaged in fierce fire.

There were countless casualties.

The general of Sanhao Zhendi also came out of the barracks to defend against the enemy; when the British launched their attack, he had ordered them to hold this place firmly.

To prevent a sneak attack by the British.

As it turned out, he hadn't expected the British to actually come and sneak attack; although they were prepared, they didn't have enough troops.

Sanhao Zhendi had a total of twenty thousand troops, and most of them were Cavalry; Cavalry were hard to utilize effectively within a defensive position.

But the British side was no better off.

The British path of assault was a small trail, the exit of which was only wide enough for three people to pass through, if fighting.

As long as this exit was guarded, it would have miraculous effects.

But the general of Sanhao Zhendi had not expected the British army to be so valiant, actually launching a fierce attack while braving the massive firepower from his side.

"Kill! Our comrades and enemies have built ramparts for us; we cannot let them down!"

"Charge! This position must be taken!" Captain Qiaozhi shouted coldly.

Leading the army in a bold charge, this path was already piled with many corpses.

The general of Sanhao Zhendi's expression froze as those dead men came flooding in.

"These bastards!"

"Attack, absolutely do not let them in!" The general of Sanhao Zhendi raised his saber and was the first to hold off the charge of the British guards.

The French Infantry used Long Spears to hold them off, but it was of no use.

Boom!

Captain Qiaozhi forcibly carved out a bloody path, the road covered in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Kill!"

At the order, the British guards poured out and launched an offensive charge; the remaining French troops numbered less than three thousand.

Most were Infantry.

And the British side had many Musketeers.

Spearman stood in the minority.

After breaking out, the British soldiers, under the command of Captain Qiaozhi, had the Infantry clear the way, with Long Spears aimed squarely at the French Infantry.

Seeing these blood-stained British Infantry charging, they were stunned.

The advantage had originally been on their side; how could it be reversed in an instant?

The blood-stained Long Spears, under the sunlight, were like scythes from Hell coming to claim their souls, reaping lives like the Grim Reaper.

The general of Sanhao Zhendi's face stiffened, turning as pale as a cloud.

If the battle on the field was lost, Sanhao Zhendi would inevitably be lost!

His last shred of reason told him that the outcome of this battle had not yet been decided.

He still had three thousand Infantry he could use; as long as he beat these British back and utilized the terrain advantage, he could hold the position.

As long as they dragged it out until reinforcements from No. 2 Position arrived, they still had a chance to win.

"Charge! Charge!" The general of Sanhao Zhendi screamed until his voice was hoarse.

But the defeat was like a collapsing mountain; these soldiers only cared about fleeing for their lives, no longer remembering a single bit of military order.

The general of Sanhao Zhendi gripped his saber tightly, and seeing a soldier fleeing in front of him, he thrust it forward fiercely.

The soldier's chest was pierced, blood flowing freely, and he looked at the general in bewilderment.

The general of Sanhao Zhendi was incomparably cold; as other soldiers saw this scene, a great terror slowly rose in their hearts.

"Desertion in the face of battle is a capital offense!"

That was right; the French soldiers remembered the military order: desertion in the face of battle is a capital offense!

This was America; where could they escape to?

Escape into the mountain forests? Those Indians hated the French the most.

Flee to Britain... or return to Longyan City.

The surroundings of France are all enemies; they cannot flee, nor is it possible for them to flee.

"We still have three thousand men, the enemy's numbers are not greater than ours; as long as we charge once, we can definitely beat those British back!"

"Don't forget, we still have reinforcements, the reinforcements from No. 2 Position are about to arrive!"

"Do you want merit, or do you want annihilation!"

Hearing these words, the French Soldier suddenly awakened.

This is Sanhao Zhendi, they have the most men, why should they still flee?

The British Soldiers had merely broken through their first layer of defense.

In an instant, the French Soldier, who had thoughts of retreating, gathered together once more and fought the British Soldiers.

Captain Qiaozhi narrowed his eyes as he saw this scene; this general of Sanhao Zhendi is no ordinary man.

With just a few words, he stirred up the fighting spirit of these soldiers who had developed thoughts of retreating, and they were once again fighting in a bloodbath.

If it were not for the war, he would even want to get to know this general and exchange ideas.

What a pity.

"Musket Team!" Captain Qiaozhi shouted coldly.

The Musket Team he brought this time was no ordinary one; in order to achieve a quick victory, Captain Qiaozhi had specifically purchased three hundred repeating muskets from Longyan City.

Yes, in the whole world, only Longyan has repeating muskets.

The Longyan musket can fire six rounds in succession, possesses a rotating cylinder, and has a very fast reloading speed, but the cost of such a musket is extremely high.

Even the Bullet is specially made by Longyan; they are the only ones who have it, with no other branch.

Qiaozhi spent one hundred Gold Coins just to buy three hundred muskets and one thousand Bullets.

The cost was so high that Qiaozhi could only curse when he heard it.

It is very difficult to use in large-scale warfare and can only be equipped by a small number of troops.

Such a uniquely shaped firearm is called a 'revolver' by those in Longyan!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and countless French Soldiers fell to the ground in response; until the moment they died, they did not know what kind of strange and bizarre weapon the British Soldiers had finally brought out.

At this moment, the British were like the god of death, reaping lives once again, but the French Soldiers had no intention of retreating.

In their understanding, what the British were using were just uniquely shaped muskets.

They also needed to be loaded with Bullets.

By the time they finished reloading, these British would have died countless times under their Long Spears.