Chapter 1498: Reinforcements

"Kill them! Those British dare to use muskets; they are dead for sure!"

The general of Sanhao Zhendi shouted coldly, his tone filled with excitement.

In his view, at such a close distance, using muskets against infantry—if the first volley of musket fire managed to drive the infantry back, that would be fine.

But if it didn't.

Then the musketeers, who needed time to reload, would inevitably be torn to shreds by the infantry.

The general of Sanhao Zhendi even believed this was the death throes of the British army.

Putting a final period on their failed sneak attack, dragging others down to be their cushions before they died.

"Charge!"

The French Guard, certain of their inevitable victory, were brimming with confidence; they charged forward with a momentum that seemed like a mountain collapsing and the seas overturning.

In their eyes, the British Soldiers were just a flock of sheep waiting to be torn apart!

Victory! France will be victorious!

"Fire!" Captain Qiaozhi sneered, issuing the order indifferently.

But those French Soldier would not hear Captain Qiaozhi's voice.

Bang, bang, bang!!!

The sound of gunfire shook the heavens, and countless French Infantry fell to the ground, unable to rise.

The migratory birds that had not yet left were startled into flight in the sky; the general of Sanhao Zhendi's eyes were filled with horror, his face deathly pale.

Why could the British muskets fire twice in succession without needing to reload?

He was stunned for a moment, then looked quickly at the remaining French Infantry on the battlefield, his eyes hollow, as if he had suffered a massive shock.

But the hair all over his body stood on end, and an uncontrollable thought surfaced in his mind.

After the gunfire, they had lost the conviction to keep fighting.

The battle intent they had struggled to muster dissipated once again.

This battle... they had lost.

The general of Sanhao Zhendi could foresee that in five minutes, the Cavalry on the battlefield below Sanhao Zhendi would see the rout above and their confidence would be shaken.

They would be slaughtered by the British, and Sanhao Zhendi would be completely lost.

Sanhao Zhendi would completely change hands to the British!

Captain Qiaozhi also anticipated the scene that would follow, a look of joyful victory appearing on his face.

He immediately lit a flare to announce the victory at Sanhao Zhendi.

On the battlefield below Sanhao Zhendi, the sounds of gunfire and artillery grew weaker; this battle had ended.

Captain Qiaozhi took a deep breath, looking at the scarred land; it would take some time to rebuild the position.

Before winter arrived, they had finally...

Just then, a loud boom interrupted Captain Qiaozhi's thoughts.

The battle had already ended; where did this artillery fire come from?

Just as Captain Qiaozhi was dazed, an artillery shell exploded directly on Sanhao Zhendi.

It kicked up a sky full of dust!

Captain Qiaozhi dove in time, and only the flying dust landed on him, but the soldiers beside him did not have time to react and were instantly pierced by shrapnel.

Blood flowed before Captain Qiaozhi, and he was suddenly shocked, immediately recalling something.

When the battle started, they had only discovered one Longyan Cannon.

The French had captured two Longyan Cannons, so where was the other one?

No. 2 Position!

The reinforcements for No. 2 Position had arrived!

The moment Captain Qiaozhi thought of this possibility, countless French Shield Infantry swarmed onto Sanhao Zhendi.

Fake!

Captain Qiaozhi cursed under his breath; these detestable French!

"Retreat!"

Looking at these Shield Infantry, Captain Qiaozhi understood instantly that they could not win this surprise attack.

The Revolver made by Longyan was very powerful, but when facing iron Shields, it could not penetrate them at long range.

At close range, they had no War Horse and could not attack like the French.

"Go, go quickly!"

Captain Qiaozhi watched the approaching French troops and sighed, but there was nothing he could do.

They could only retreat now, otherwise, their entire army would be wiped out.

"Stop them, they are trying to escape through the small path!" the general of Sanhao Zhendi reminded him hysterically and crazily.

Under no circumstances could these British who had launched the sneak attack be allowed to go.

The general of No. 2 Position stepped onto the battlefield, watching his colleague, who was usually known for being calm, acting so crazily now.

He smiled and said indifferently, "Don't worry, buddy, they won't be able to escape."

In the small path, the British army slowly retreated.

Captain Qiaozhi raised his hands, looking at the generals of Sanhao Zhendi and No. 2 Position in despair.

The moment he retreated, he sensed something was wrong.

Then he saw that the end of this small path was already filled with French Army, while the Revolver in the hands of the British army had no Bullet left.

In this battle, there was no longer any possibility of them winning.

Below Sanhao Zhendi, Captain Gelin, who had thought victory was already his, felt a jolt in his heart as he watched the sudden appearance of reinforcements.

Yet they still resisted bravely; their situation was much better than the troops at No. 2 Position.

The reinforcements were not numerous, and under their counterattack, the battle situation was brought under control, but they faced the bombardment of two Longyan Cannons.

The Longyan Cannons, having exhausted their ammunition, no longer had the capacity to provide suppression.

Captain Gelin looked through his Telescope at Captain Qiaozhi, who had been captured at Sanhao Zhendi, and a sense of desolation rose in his heart.

With him captured, this battle, under the suppression of the French's two Longyan Cannons, no longer had any possibility of victory.

Captain Gelin took one last look at Captain Qiaozhi and sighed.

They were no longer capable of attacking; at this moment, there was only one path left: retreat.

"Retreat..." Captain Gelin said in a low voice.

The British guard delivering the order was stunned—retreat?

This did not sound like something that could come out of Captain Gelin's mouth; he thought he had misheard and looked over.

Yet he saw the bleakness on Captain Gelin's face.

Captain Gelin glared at him, and his heart gave a start as he heard the sound of thunder in his ears.

"Retreat!"

"Yes." The British guard obeyed the order.

But after saying these words, Captain Gelin seemed to have lost all his strength, and on the way back, he nearly fell from his horse.

The forces committed this time reached as high as thirty thousand, with a loss of twenty thousand combat troops, two Longyan Cannons, fifty Cannonballs, three hundred revolvers, and one thousand Bullets...

None of this was important!

What was important was that Captain Qiaozhi had been captured!

At the thought of him, Captain Gelin's heart felt as if it were being twisted by a knife.

All the losses in this war could not compare to one Qiaozhi!

Captain Gelin looked up at the sky, closed his eyes as a single clear tear fell, and his expression of grief was evident in his appearance.

"Hoo."

He opened his eyes and looked at the road after the sun had risen; the withered leaves remained, but his old friend was gone.

Sanhao Zhendi.

The French did not pursue their victory; the general of No. 2 Position, in order to arrive as quickly as possible, had brought three squads of Light Cavalry and one squad of Shield Infantry.

There was also one Longyan Cannon.

Their current troop strength was insufficient, but the British side still had ten thousand troops possessing combat capability.

Looking at the devastation, the general of No. 2 Position sighed endlessly; the thirty thousand soldiers of Sanhao Zhendi had all been wiped out.

Four Longyan Cannonballs were lost.

The Cavalry lost nearly twenty thousand men!

This small battlefield was already filled with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Abandon Sanhao Zhendi; before winter arrives, our current troop strength cannot hold this position," the general of No. 2 Position sighed.

He looked at the captured British army and said, "Should these prisoners be killed or kept?"