Assassin’s Adventure - Chapter 175

The head-to-head confrontation in the camp was raging, but at this moment Lord Betke sneaked up on the Spanish camps.

Those Spaniards almost came out of their nests, leaving a dozen or so people behind in the entire camp. They collapsed instantly under the impact of a team of cavalry. No one thought that there would be a team of cavalry here.

Bertek’s team carried a lot of baggage. When Burton left with the first forward force, he took advantage of the convenience of the directors of the East India Company and selected three battleships from the East India Company to come to support them. more supplies.

The Spaniards are a problem. He and Burton have the same idea. First, kill those Spaniards with the advantage of firepower, and then they will be able to have a good time.

The six artillery pieces were pulled by war horses, but the road was really not easy to walk, which slowed down the speed of the march, but in the end, they arrived at their destination when the frontal war started.

On the hillside next to the Spanish camp, you can see every move of the war with a good view. The war has entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat. Countless soldiers use the bayonets on their spears to ruthlessly insert the enemy’s chest, representing that the red military uniform of the United Kingdom has become more and more not enough.

“A step too late!”

Betke put away his binoculars and looked at the war over there. The artillery was not within the range of this distance. The only thing he could support now was his 30-man cavalry unit.

Burton is the son of Duke Strange, and his importance is self-evident. If the Duke knew that Burton died at the hands of the Spaniards because of his unfavorable support, it would be a disaster.

I don’t have time to wait, watching the soldiers gradually filling the entire camp.

“Brigadier General Burton’s soldiers are fighting the enemy head-on. We don’t have time to rest. The cavalry troops will go up to support first!”

Yesterday afternoon, they caught a soldier who escaped from the Spanish camp. From the deserter’s mouth, they pried out a lot of useful information, including the early morning attack.

They took huge risks and traveled all night. The cavalry was fine, but the infantry was very tired. From yesterday afternoon until now, only simple dry food was used to fill their stomachs.

A deserter from Spain, of course Colonel Fidel did not take it seriously. In this jungle, soldiers may disappear at any time, fall into the water, and encounter beasts.

Along the way, the number of soldiers who disappeared for no reason has reached seven, but it was this soldier who changed his plan.

“The number of enemies is only two hundred, far from our opponents. You are the most elite soldiers of the British Empire, kill them!”

The aide-de-camp gave a loud boost to morale, until the soldiers rallied and regained their morale.

A large number of soldiers began to run along the mountain road towards the frontal battlefield. They were a little sleepy, but as long as they still had the strength to shoot, they continued to fight.

Betke stopped here and watched his most elite cavalry units go away, as well as the artillery pushed by soldiers and pulled by horses.

If possible, the artillery units could support the cavalry attack and deal a hard blow to the backs of the Spaniards.

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At this time, Burton was already a little embarrassed. The smoke of gunpowder fascinated his eyes, and he couldn’t help but want to shed tears.

The war has entered a white-hot level, there is no skill, only swords face each other, and flesh and blood are flying.

The battlefield was full of blood and the screams of the soldiers in front of him. Burton was not moved, but continued to give orders.

“Support the soldiers, we have no way out, we will fight to the last person!”

“Back up! The musketeers raise their guns…fire!”

“Top up, top up again…”

The last batch of bullets has been fired, and they have retreated to the point where there is no way to retreat. Behind them is the last fence, and leaving this is an empty river beach.

The sailors of the Jackdaw had also suffered heavy casualties at this time, and even had some mental breakdowns. It was not that they had never fought against these Spaniards, and they fought bravely and tenaciously when they captured the cruiser.

However, they have never seen a real land war, those guns are pointed at themselves, can’t dodge, and are lined up strictly according to orders, and the fighting style of attacking the enemy has almost destroyed all their bottom lines.

From this moment on, they finally realized that the gap between the soldiers of the navy and the merchant ships, even the sailors of privateers, is not how strong their combat effectiveness is, nor how powerful their battle formations are, but They were able to hold their chests up and raise their guns indifferently when facing the muzzle of the gun.

Because of this weak fighting will, the Jackdaw’s sailors eventually retreated as the last melee force.

The manpower is running out. After entering the close-quarters war, Burton’s soldiers, plus these sailors, add up to less than 40 people, and people are falling every minute. This is war.

The last stand seems to have aroused the will of many British soldiers and sailors to fight to the death. In the hail of bullets, the Brigadier General did not issue an order to surrender, and no one could survive under the enemy’s guns.

They repelled another attack from the enemy, but this time, they had retreated outside the low wall, breathing briefly.

“General, we can’t fight anymore, our people are going to be empty…”

A lieutenant’s face was covered in blood. He didn’t know whether it was the enemy’s or his own. He leaned against the back of the low wall, and his words were a little weak.

“Lieutenant, have you ever seen a surrendered British general?”

“No, sir!”

“So I won’t be the first, and it’s impossible to hand over the El Dorado to these Spaniards, we can fail, or we can die, but before that, we must bite a piece of meat on the enemy, Let our support troops completely defeat this enemy.”

Boom boom boom!

Intensive shelling sounded~www.mtlnovel.com~ flew over an unknown distance, splashed fire and smoke on the ground, and then bounced fiercely, chipping off the head of a Spanish soldier and knocking it into the air. A large number of soldiers.

“Where did the shelling come from!” Fidel looked behind him and raised the telescope in his hand, trying to find the source of the shelling.

His hands were trembling, and even two drops of cold sweat dripped from his head, because the cannonball slid past him, less than half a meter.

The wind from the cannonball seemed to give him a slap in the face, and the roar was harsh. He could only attribute it to God’s care to allow him to survive.

But he hadn’t had time to find the source of the shelling, the rumbling of the horses’ hooves, the cavalry was fast approaching, and he had no time to organize a line of fire for defense.

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