While conveying Lieutenant Colonel Desay's special instructions to every soldier, they were also quickly passed to Marshal Rana. A battalion commander with a sense of justice ran to the commander-in-chief of the Legion to complain about the ridiculous actions of the new regiment commander.

"Your Excellency Marshal, you must stop such impending robbery, and King Joseph will be very upset."

Marshal Rana had a headache. He did not expect that the bold Desai would actually promote open looting among the soldiers, although everyone understood that this was an inevitable fact in the war. Back then, he and the old General Desai were acting in the name of saving Egypt's 4,000 years of civilization, which was the emperor's personal order.

Amid the shouts from the frontline troops, everyone's morale was fully mobilized and their enthusiasm was high. Even the military doctor could not stop the wounded soldiers from returning to the team. There were even other regiment commanders, brigade commanders and division commanders privately asked Marshal Rana whether to issue Lieutenant Colonel Desay's special instructions to other teams.

"Okay, it's not in China anyway. As long as you can win the city of **Goza as soon as possible, let the incompetent King Joseph go to hell." The commander-in-chief secretly decided to support Lieutenant Colonel Desay's actions. As for the righteous, who was unwilling to participate in the robbery, he sent the battalion commander to command a reserve battalion. I believe many battalion commanders are willing to change positions with him.

At 4:40 pm, everything was ready for the Desai team.

150 meters away from the enemy's position, the French soldiers rearranged the formation. According to the planned combat deployment, the first battalion, as the main battalion, was placed in the middle in a horizontal position. They will assume the main attack responsibility, directly attacking the gap in the main city wall, and then occupying nearby monasteries and rooms on both sides of the street. On the left and right sides are the second and third battalions, each in a column formation. When the first battalion launches an attack, the other two battalions will suppress the enemy troops on both sides of the city walls with dense and continuous firepower. After the main battalion successfully penetrates the enemy's position and stands firmly, they will continue to attack or reserve.

In an instant, a rapid whistling sound came from the artillery positions behind. Solid bullets weighing 4 pounds, 6 pounds, 8 pounds, or even 12 pounds were blown over the soldiers' heads and smashed violently towards the Spanish defenders' positions. The bricks on the walls and the soil in the barriers were blown up like bread crumbs.

Soon, the French artillery shells began to continue in depth, the monastery and most of the surrounding buildings became shaky, the walls were constantly shaking, the trusses were like the keels of ships rushing in the storm, the wooden boards on the walls were blown into countless pieces, and the entire block became fragile like a paper castle.

All the Spaniards who were guarding the city could only look at the shells flying in the sky, and landed on their own or their companions with the naked eye. The passive attack was like this two days ago. The heavy artillery in Zaragoza was lost in the confrontation with the French artillery, and the remaining artillery could only be hidden near the street to ambush enemy infantry and cavalry and attack at close range.

The entire shelling lasted for about twenty minutes, and the effect felt good. Desai was unknown, but at least the arrogant Spanish defenders all retreated into the bunker and did not dare to show up. In addition, the gap, which was originally only more than 30 meters, seemed to have expanded a lot, and the left and right lengths were almost 40 meters. Unfortunately, the infra-cannon coordination of this era was too backward. Due to technical conditions, the shells could not accurately land at 40 meters in the attack queue. Today, 150 meters is the limit for experienced gunners to ensure that their troops are not injured by accident.

When the rumbling cannons gradually subsided, Lieutenant Colonel Desai rode the Andalusian white horse and ran around the entire queue. Every time he passed by a company, Desai would wave the soft-cornered hat in his hand and greet the soldiers who cheered him.

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

"Sir, we love you!"

"Sir, please lead us to make a fortune!"

The last sentence expresses everyone's true thoughts.

Cheers from all directions were heard, and these sounds became louder and louder, and they gathered into a deafening roar. When the regiment commander rode a horse under the military flag, the military band played the brief and soothing "Salute to the Eagle Flag" to remind the soldiers to be ready and the battle was about to begin.

Desai jumped off the horse, threw the reins to a soldier, walked straight to the front left of the first battalion, nodded to signal the waiting commander (the trainee lieutenant who was about to become a regular employee), who could act as planned.

"Play music, soldiers' march!" The messenger issued procedural instructions to the military band. The flag-holding officer moved the flag directly in front of the main camp, and the position was level with the band and drummer.

"The French are coming!" With the shout of the sentry on the front of the city, countless Spanish people quickly emerged from the ruins of the house, from underground bunkers, from unknown corners. They held rifles, spears, bayonets, sticks, and even stones, either squatting under the shooting holes of the city walls, or standing in front of the chest wall at the gap. Behind them, several Spanish artillerymen in shabby uniforms pulled out three 4-pound cannons and a 6-pound cannon from the corners with the assistance of a large number of citizens.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the French played the soldiers' march, and their attack began." A gray-haired Spanish colonel ran over and asked the artillery to speed up the transport and attack the invaders.

When the performance of the "Soldier March" ended, the three battalions' queues remained motionless. According to regulations, when the "Soldier March" is about one-third, the participating troops must move forward. However, the battalion commanders cannot order, because the military flag is still standing upright in the hands of the flag-holder, and does not tilt towards the direction of the marching; the flag-holder must wait for the commander to convey the commander. As for the commander, he was staring at the commander, imagining when the commander was about to see the pocket watch.

The Spaniards were also anxious, and they all stretched their necks and looked at the French side, guessing why the enemy did not attack yet. Could it be that they were afraid and timid and ready to give up this battle?

"Haha, the timid Frenchman retreated!"

"Yes, yes! Damn victory came so easy!"

"Oh, what a pity, I still want to cut off the penis of two French guys."

The Spanish started to revel, shook their military flags and weapons in their hands, shouted the slogan of victory, and loudly ridiculed the French invading army 150 meters away.

"Why are we not attacking yet?" Silva couldn't help asking his chief.

Penduath didn't say anything, staring at the motionless military flag. When the private complained again, he whispered: "Shut up, if you want the Spanish bitch to cut off your little brother, I don't object to you rushing up alone."

The atmosphere in the company that had been suppressed for a long time began to become active. The people in the back row slapped Silva's high hat, and the people in the front row turned around and stared at Silva's lower body. The people in the middle tried their best to encourage Silva to charge according to the instructions of the corporal so that everyone could be happy.

Silva explained self-deprecatingly, "I just worry that 15 minutes is too short, and the Spaniards have hidden all the treasures. It's difficult to find them, and it will only be cheaper for the guys from the Second and Third Battalions."

Silva was still chattering endlessly, and the rumbling cannons sounded again from the artillery positions behind him. The shells quickly flew over the soldiers' heads and landed on the enemy positions. The Spanish defenders who were caught off guard suffered a great loss. No one could return to the safety bunker as soon as possible, and could only welcome the baptism of artillery fire. Countless people fell in the smoke of gunfire caused by the explosion of artillery shells. As for the four cannons that had been pulled over, they had long since fallen apart, and the cannons were rolling and scattered around, crushing to death, injuring two gunners and several citizens who assisted in carrying the shells.

"A simple trick, but the effect is pretty good." Desai was a little proud.

When the pointer pointed to five o'clock, the lieutenant colonel had put away his pocket watch, unfolded the monocular mirror, and waited to observe the effect of the secondary shelling, which was obviously very satisfying to him. Compared with the increase in the number of casualties between the enemy, he was even happier about the four artillery fire. In previous battles, he repeatedly attacked the gap, but was driven back by the defenders many times, largely because of the lack of firepower cover from artillerymen. The gap in the city wall was as high as 20 meters, with a nearly 50-degree inclination, and a chaotic road made the heavy artillery unable to be transported.
Chapter completed!