Chapter 1859: 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 and their horses were pierced by Long Spears; 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.

Yet 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 the firelight from Sanhao Zhendi.

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

If he did not act on his side, then he would have to hold off the offensive on his own.

But there was not much time left.

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

Calculating the time, it would not take them long to kill their way here—at most two hours.

"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 the moment the French Cavalry archers departed.

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.

Both sides engaged in fierce fire.

There were countless casualties.

The General of Sanhao Zhendi also left the camp to defend against the enemy; the moment the British launched their attack, he had ordered them to hold the position.

To prevent a sneak attack by the British.

As it turned out, he had not expected the British to actually come for a sneak attack; although they were prepared, they did not have enough troops.

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

But the British side was not doing much better.

The path for the British surprise attack was a small trail, with an exit only wide enough for three people to pass through at a time for combat.

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 offensive while braving their massive firepower.

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

"Charge!"

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

He led the army in a bold charge; the road was already piled with many corpses.

The General of Sanhao Zhendi's expression faltered as those who had died came surging forward.

"Those bastards!"

"Attack, you must 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 back, but it was to no avail.

Boom!

Captain Qiaozhi forcibly carved out a bloody path; the road was 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.

There were few Spearmen.

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 pale as a cloud.

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

His last shred of rationality 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 military order.

The General of Sanhao Zhendi gripped his saber tightly, and seeing a soldier fleeing before him, he thrust it forward violently.

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

The General of Sanhao Zhendi was incomparably cold; as other soldiers saw this scene, immense 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 possibly flee to?

Flee into the mountains and forests? What those Indians hate most is the French.

People.

Flee to Britain... or back to Longyan City.

The French are surrounded by enemies; they cannot flee, nor is it possible for them to flee.

"We still have three thousand men, the enemy does not outnumber us, as long as we charge once, we can definitely beat those British Soldiers 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 came to their senses.

This is Sanhao Zhendi, they have the largest number of men, why should they still flee?

The British guards 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 guards.

Captain Qiaozhi saw this scene and narrowed his eyes; this general at Sanhao Zhendi was no ordinary man.

With just a few words, he stirred up the fighting spirit of these soldiers who had 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 end the battle quickly, 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, exclusive to them and no one else.

Qiaozhi spent one hundred Gold Coin just to buy three hundred muskets and one thousand Bullet.

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 for a small number of troops.

Such uniquely shaped firearms are called 'Revolver' by the people in Longyan!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and countless French Soldier 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 Soldier had no intention of retreating.

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

They still needed to load Bullet.

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