Rise of the 1630s South America

Chapter 2507

Days of rain made the Spaniards gathered in the outskirts of Jinghai County miserable.They had cold rain on their heads, muddy feet, no food to eat, no place to lie down, and they looked like mud monkeys, in a state of embarrassment.

There are continuous bombardments on the sea, ranging from 75 mm to 150 mm, with various types and patterns.It was fried in the morning, in the afternoon, during the day, and at night, until the Spaniards hated it and had nowhere to go.They once thought of using one or two fierce offensives to pry open the defense line of the people on the east coast and end the battle quickly, and then the navy on the east coast would be useless.But the reality gave them a blow. Three consecutive offensives with a scale of nearly [-] people were smashed in front of the solid defense line of the people on the east coast. Not only did they lose more than [-] good men in vain, but their morale also fell to the bottom.

And as the saying goes, go all out, then decline, and exhaust three times.The current Granada Legion is basically no longer able to organize a decent offensive.It is not that there are insufficient personnel and supplies, but that the morale of the army does not allow this.It's not impossible for Carol to do it forcefully, but to be honest, there won't be any results, it will just give away the head in vain, and maybe the soldiers will bomb the camp.It can be said that the Spanish Granada Legion is now in a state of adversity, neither attacking nor withdrawing. I really don't know what to do.

Carol came over to inspect the battlefield again today with a sad face.Because of the people on the east coast, it is difficult for them to get supplies in the nearby areas, and they don't even have houses to shelter them from the wind and rain.Except for the broken walls and ruins on the ground, there is only blackened wood. The [-] army can only pick up some suitable materials and barely build a crude military camp.In this way, this dilapidated barracks was still under constant bombardment from the sea, so that the Spaniards had to reinforce the fortifications and dig underground anti-gun holes at the same time - I have to say that the Spaniards are quite smart, after being bombed for so long , and finally figured out how to defend against artillery—to minimize the casualties caused by shelling.

At this time, Carol came to a certain trench surrounded by a group of generals.The trench was full of mud, and the soldiers leaned against the trench wall in twos and threes, chatting, or in a daze, and some were even extremely tired, regardless of the mud and water everywhere, and fell asleep with their rifles in their arms. The people on the coast were shooting cannons all day and all night, and everyone was really tortured.

The commander in charge of this section of the trench saw that the soldiers were so slack, and his face suddenly became a little uncomfortable.He pulled out the copper whistle hanging around his neck and blew a few times with his full cheeks. The soldiers jumped up immediately, splashing mud and water, and the scene was once very chaotic.

Carol looked at everything in front of her with a gloomy face.If it was the old troops he led, this would be to get up in an orderly manner, to observe the enemy's situation, to observe the enemy's situation, to reload the ammunition and ammunition, and the grassroots non-commissioned officers and junior officers would also quickly issue orders and organize soldiers to prepare for defense .But after all, this is not his old army, but the Spaniards who have been neglected in battle. It is not surprising that there is such confusion.

It's a pity that the number of well-trained cavalry he brought over was too small, and they couldn't participate in the battle with the people on the east coast - you can't force the cavalry to swim across the canal and then storm the enemy's fortress ——They could only watch and guard from a distance, and did not fire a single shot. On the contrary, they lost hundreds of people in the shelling a few days ago, which caused him a great headache.

"The morale of the army is low, and it is impossible to continue fighting." Carol had already made a judgment in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.On the contrary, he did not avoid the mess in the trenches, walked among the soldiers himself, patted this shoulder, nodded to that, and gave an impassioned speech in French, encouraging everyone to fight well.

After walking through this section of the trench, before climbing out, more than a dozen shells flew from the sky.The guards quickly dragged Carol into a bomb hole.If the commander-in-chief of the legion was killed here, the people on the east coast would probably laugh out loud.

Carol listened to the huge explosion of the shells landing, his face was gloomy as if water was about to drip.He understood that the large group of them stayed in the trenches for too long just now, and made too much noise. Most of them were spotted by the hot air balloon observation posts raised by the naval warships on the east coast, and they were bombarded.

Damn East Coast heretics with sharper noses than my hounds!

The shelling ended quickly.The people from the east coast poured a total of forty or fifty shells here, all of which were special shells, causing the deaths of two officers and fourteen soldiers, including a bodyguard Carroll brought from France.

The adjutant took a look at his expression, then ran out in a hurry, greeted a large group of soldiers, loaded the comrades who were killed by the bombing on a stretcher, and sent them to the cemetery behind.Carol followed silently, not knowing what it was like.

The cemetery is relatively far away, but it is still within the bombing range of the naval guns on the east coast.It's just that the people on the east coast are not so bored, too lazy to use precious shells to blow up those wooden coffins and crosses.Carol lingered in the cemetery for a long time, feeling gloomy, and the others were not feeling well either.

This cemetery is concentrated in the burial of Granada Legionnaires who died in this battle.Looking around, I saw the cross stretching all the way to a distance of about 500 meters. Several priests shuttled through the cemetery, as if they were appeasing the souls of the dead.

There are still many unburied corpses in the cemetery.They were three in a row, some had no arms, some lacked thighs, and most of them were bloody and bloody. They were arranged neatly and couldn't be seen at a glance.In front of the cemetery, there is also a large-scale camp for wounded soldiers. The camp is full of screaming and moaning wounded soldiers.Most of them are doomed to die due to lack of medical treatment.The camp was set up next to the cemetery. Although it was relatively wicked—brother, why don’t you find a place that is far away from the naval bombardment on the east coast—but it saved a lot of trouble from a certain point of view.

"Most of them are gunshot wounds." Carol pursed his lips and looked at the corpses one by one. At the end, he didn't know how to describe his mood. He said he was angry, but he felt powerless , Let's talk about pity, but feel sad, in short, it's hard to say.

"I've never fought such an aggrieved battle." After muttering such a sentence in French, he didn't look back, got on his horse and returned to his headquarters.He has decided that this meaningless battle must end as soon as possible.Facing the strong fortifications and canal obstacles of the people on the east coast, they had no chance of winning, and if they continued to fight, they would only increase casualties until they shed their last drop of blood.

Let's end when it's time to end, I will take the responsibility!Gibraltar shouldn't be here, there's a life-eating meat grinder, damn it!

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There was an unspeakable stench in the evening wind.Santana held his breath and threw one torch after another into the firewood pile.

He was as tired as a dog after fishing for dead bodies in the canal for a full five hours today.Those corpses were basically those of the soldiers of the Granada Legion who died in battle. They fell into the canal and were swollen and shiny with water.People on the east bank were worried that these corpses would block the unfinished canal, so they sent a large group of Italian "migrant workers" to pull the corpses ashore with fishing nets and burn them centrally.

The corpses were all placed on piles of firewood, and a lot of coal gangue and rotten wood were placed underneath.After the fire was lit, all of them disappeared into the raging fire.

"Bang!" A corpse with a swollen belly exploded suddenly, sparks flying everywhere.Santana was so frightened that he almost hid in the distance.But the corpses exploded one after another, and the angry curses of the officers on the East Bank sounded in their ears, blaming them for being lazy and irresponsible for not cutting open the stomachs of the corpses.Santana stood there aggrieved, thinking that it would not be so easy to live with the people on the east coast.

The smoke from the burning rose into the sky, mixed with an unbearable stench.Santana led a group of people to patrol one by one, his face pale as paper.After the smoke rose to the sky, it formed a large black cloud and rolled with the wind.Santana looked up, only feeling a bone-chilling coolness enveloped himself.In that cloud, there must be demons who enslave these dead souls!

Santana didn't dare to look any further, and stood there with his head down, quietly waiting for the end of the burning of the corpse.These days, there were so many Granada Legionnaires dying under the guns of the East Coasters that Santana thought he had never seen so many people in his life—oh, they were all corpses now.

Those soldiers are poor people.Listening to the chats of the officers on the east bank, I learned that most of them were commanded by French.That's right!The Frenchman never spared the lives of the Spaniards, and he wondered why the king trusted these outsiders so much.

The French are really unreliable!They were the enemies of Spain before, and they have killed countless Spanish people. How can they be in command?Santana lamented in his heart, subconsciously ignoring the fact that the new king of Madrid, Philip V, was also French.

"Don't be lazy, look at those Italians!" A group of patrolling marine battalion soldiers came over, and the leading second lieutenant patted Santana on the shoulder, threw him a half-pack of cigarettes, and said, " Hurry up and withdraw when you are done, although there is no movement during the day, the Spaniards may still launch an offensive at night, be smart."

"Thank you, sir!" Santana saluted a substandard east coast military salute, and said in a flattering tone: "The Spaniards have already shed blood in front of our defense line, and they no longer have the courage to launch a new offensive. I see , they may be running away."

The second lieutenant smiled, didn't say anything, and strode away with the team.Santana turned his gaze to the other side of the canal again. The camp of the Granada Legion was too far away to be seen very clearly.But he felt that enough people had died in Gibraltar. If the French commander still had some brains, he should consider retreating.

(End of this chapter)