While Andrew was talking to his major adjutant, the Spanish infantry had advanced to a position less than 200 meters away from the infantry trench. Here, the 3,000 cavalrymen at the left and right ends stopped moving forward and remained still, continuing to be alert to the safety of the wings of their infantry. The Spanish infantry lined up and continued to move forward in neat steps at the rhythm of drum beats, but they were about to suffer not only the accidental bombing of their own artillery, but also the threat of the French being about to fire dozens of high-explosion flowering bullets.

"Distance 3, ruler 3, second-level breeze, can be inserted into No. 3 leads."

"All artillery loaded with new flowering bullets and continued to fire a base."

...

At the artillery positions at both ends of the French army, with the order of the artillery commander, more than 50 high-explosive bombs filled with picric acid rushed out of the cannon chamber, and roared and rushed towards the dense Spanish infantry formation.

Obviously, the flowering bullets filled with bitter taste were much faster in the air than the original black fire. In just a blink of an eye, dozens of flowering shells of 6 to 12 pounds fell accurately over the Spanish infantry in the first column. About 3 meters above their heads, the leads burning to the end touched the high-explosive fire hidden inside the bullet body. In an instant, Pandora's magic box was opened.

The picric acid released a high energy that was more than 10 times stronger than the black fire yao. The powerful impact force it generated squeezed or teared directly into pieces. The bullets exploded one after another. The dozens to hundreds of iron beads wrapped in the surface and countless fragments split into the bullets were released outwards, dancing wildly like a jade girl scattering flowers, galloping towards the dense and unprepared crowd under her.

When thousands of shrapnel and iron balls drilled into the soldiers' bodies, hundreds of heart-wrenching screams immediately rang over the grassland. Many soldiers were penetrated, some were cut off their hands, feet and heads, and even to pieces. For a moment, screams rose and fell one after another, and flesh flew everywhere. After the shells exploded, only corpses flowing blood and seriously injured soldiers lying on the ground in pain.

In the open area, the only way for infantry to avoid high-explosive shells with a huge range of killing was to lie on the ground with their heads in their arms or squat into the crater. Unfortunately, the Spanish infantry had no chance. First, their instructors had never taught them to guard against the attack of flowering bullets, and second, there were no hidden craters on the grassland around them. The moans, cry for help and the sound of artillery fire from both sides kept ringing in the soldiers' ears, and there were countless living bodies or limb fragments scattered around them, just like a happy god of death harvesting the wheat fields of life.

The terrifying explosion and the tragic situation in front of them made the soldiers in the back of the column start to tremble, the rifles on their shoulders could hardly be controlled, and even vomited. However, amid the desperate screams and scolds the officers of the column, the soldiers in the second column quickly trotted and stepped forward 12 meters. They fearfully stepped over the corpses of their companions and replenished the front line where the huge rift was torn open by the deadly flowering bullets. The soldiers who arrived still kept their original queues and continued to move forward, and above their heads were still the continuous greetings of the demon flowering bullets.

The first column, the second column, the third column...

Before the base shelling was completely over, the Spanish had lost more than 10 infantry columns, and more than 5,000 people fell in a pool of blood and could no longer get up. The soldiers who escaped by chance and followed suit still walked in neat steps without hesitation, and led by a little panic drum beat, continued to move to the brink of death. Finally, after paying the price of major casualties, the Spanish infantry column finally arrived 10 meters away from the infantry defense trench.

The soldiers took off the rifles on their shoulders, and at the command of the column commander, they loaded the bullets and aimed at the enemy's chest wall area, covering more than 100 engineers following after covering. The latter was carrying 30 idiots' ladders, preparing to build a simple infantry bridge. At this time, gunfire from near the chest wall, which was attacking the engineers, but they covered the chest wall and carried out target shooting through the small gaps that were exposed. However, Spain's dense smoothbore guns could not effectively threaten. Five minutes later, almost all of the hundreds of engineers fell down, and their results were to successfully build twenty-one ladders.

Just as the Spanish were swarming and preparing to rush towards the ladder, the artillery on both wings had changed the flowering bullets to grape bullets under the command of the commander, and replaced the target of the attack to more than 20 ladders filled with infantry. After another round of bombing, all the ladder companies and infantry above flipped into the infantry trench full of iron marks, while more than 1,000 soldiers who arrived ashore first fell behind the chest wall and carried out dense platoons under the smoothbore guns...

"Sergeant, report the current losses of the artillery!" Andrew, sitting in an easy chair, gently fell away the "Little Pete" who was leaning against him and asked the sergeant who was observing the battlefield by the city wall.

"Report to the commander, the left-wing artillery position lost 6 artillery pieces and 43 personnel; the right-wing artillery position lost 8 artillery pieces and 67 personnel." The observer reported the recorded data loudly.

"Infantry?"

"At present, the losses totaled less than 200 people."

Andrew nodded, saying nothing, but leaned down and continued to play with "Little Pete". In the eyes of Adjutant St. Martin, the bloody beef used by the commander to feed his beloved dog was as if on the battlefield in front of him, thousands of Spanish soldiers were torn into pieces by fierce artillery fire.

On the other side of the battlefield, the expressions of the Spanish generals were obviously not relaxed.

General Tasman was shocked and secretly rejoiced, and was praying for God, thanking the omnipotent God for not choosing his team as the first wave of attack. However, the Brisbane commander cursed the incompetent infantry in his heart, believing that they could not even rush over such a distance. As for the powerful artillery fire of the French, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that its range was not far, and it should be within 400. As long as the fast movement of the cavalry cannons can avoid greater damage. Moreover, under the continuous attack of the Spanish heavy artillery group, the French fired fewer artillery, with only less than 40 left.

The only heartache was General Domjo, who was furious. He ran from the hill command post to the heavy artillery position and shouted at the artillery commander there. "Architecture! Artillery! Damn it, bombard all the French artillery positions!"

It was when his soldiers fell under the fierce artillery fire of the enemy before they even approached the trench, one after another, one after another, as if they were harvesting wheat ears in the rain of bullets. Looking at the miserable situation in front of them, listening to the heart-wrenching screams shocked General Domjo. After he issued the order to the artillery position, he drew out his saber and prepared to lead the cavalry on both wings to continue charging. If the guards who came rushed to force it, Domjo would have run to the range of the French artillery.

Given that the central infantry column failed to attack, Domjo, who had no time to transport other ladders, ordered his adjutant to lead 3,000 cavalrymen on both sides of the left and right wings to continue charging, trying to cross the trench more than 2 meters and attack the enemy behind the chest wall. I don’t know if Domjo’s cavalry riding skills were too rough or because the cavalry were too nervous or afraid, most of the cavalry wielding sabers failed to cross the infantry trench, but fell heavily from the horse’s back.

After falling down, he was lucky enough to fall on the edge of the ditch, and rolled and crawled to save his life. The cavalry that fell into the trench was deeply pierced by the slender iron marks in the pit, and stayed on the battlefield forever. Only more than 800 cavalrymen, led by General Domjo, successfully rushed through the trench, but their number was too small. When thousands of smoothbore rifles and rifles were aimed at them, it was also the last glance that the adjutant and 800 cavalry could see.

Since then, the first round of attacks of General Domcho's troops have completely failed. When they realized that they could no longer bear such huge casualties, General Domcho, who lost his adjutant, was forced to order the entire army to retreat. 15,000 infantry and 3,000 cavalry, a total of 18,000 people came back alive, and only 9,000 people were left in the brave cavalry regiment, and many of them were still lost horses. Behind the defeated soldiers were the French cheers of victory resounding through the sky and the voice of humiliating the "Spanish soft eggs".

"General Tasman!" Brisbane turned around and stared at another infantry commander, hoping that he could take the initiative to take on the offensive mission.

"Ah, ah, yes, Lord Commander," Tasman trembled his legs, gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind to say, "Sorry, my soldiers are very few and only 10,000, and they are all infantry without cavalry, and they cannot cross the fierce artillery group of the French."

"Incompetent waste!" Brisbane had known General Tasman's answer. After looking at his subordinates with contempt, the Spanish commander ordered the 20,000 garrison cavalry ready to be divided into five columns, each of whom flocked to the open area to gather on the battlefield. The previous column was the former heavy armored cavalry with armor in the same color (called heavy armor actually only has breastplate). The latter four columns belonged to light cavalry without any armor. Before this, the heavy artillery group was still continuing to attack the two French artillery positions.

"Commander, the elite Spanish garrison cavalry are ready to be dispatched! There are 20,000 people in the entire five columns!" The observer sergeant shouted loudly.

Andrew had already observed everything through a telescope. Under the army's more than ten sides, there were elite cavalry columns arranged neatly. "It's still a dense queue." Andrew sighed that the commander of the so-called Spanish elite cavalry was so lacking. After trying the huge power of the flowering bullet, it still formed a dense formation of 400-10 within 1,200 meters. The distance between the side-by-side cavalry was only 3 meters, and the distance between the front and back was less than 5 meters.

When the cannon sounded, the black March of death was staged again. The thick smoke rose on the battlefield, and the knights' eyes turned into a blurry white scene. Countless shrapnel and the diverging iron balls were like the god of death, quickly drilling into the soft body of the cavalry's breastplate without any defense, and entering the depths of their lungs, chaoticly tearing open everything in their internal organs.

After a brief numbness, the pain swept across the body. The overwhelmed lungs staged a violent cough, and the two raised eyeballs almost burst out of their eye sockets. Even the war horses were broken, and the owner hanging upside down on their backs was circling in place. Even the air waves facing him were also hung with a malicious smile. The cavalry picked up from the saddle was like a helpless young bird and fell heavily to the ground. The arm bones, collarbones, ribs, and leg bones failed in the battle with the ground. From it,

The breaking of the body was a terrible sight. The soldier who was left with only half of his life rolled and wailed, and had nowhere to hide. The unavoidable companion could not stop the horse's hooves that were stepped forward. The final fatal injury relieved the pain of this life once and for all. It turned out that the sternum was completely stomped and died before he could even feel the pain. Few people faced such a scene without losing their souls, but there was only one thing worthy of recognition. For a soldier, death means the end of the war.

"Don't be afraid, don't retreat, keep charging!"

...

Several cavalry officers shouted wildly in an out of control. Perhaps only in this way can they suppress the suspended heart and not faint in blood. Although the cavalry is mighty and has strong destructive power, no matter how many major blows are encountered in high-speed forward movement, they can only continue to charge forward, because the slightest hesitation and slow pace will make themselves overturned to the ground by other companions. Even if they are not dead, they will be stepped on their bodies into mud by countless horse hooves quickly inserted behind them. When gathering formations to assault, the pleasure of speed is enough to make the cavalry forget their fear and break through the defense line composed of spears and spears. They are entirely dependent on the morale of moving forward and rushing to the end.

With the threat of countless high-explosive bombs on his head, the morale of the cavalry quickly collapsed, but instinct drove them to move forward. In the eyes of the surviving cavalry, the hundreds of meters under their feet were like traps in hell. Every time they took a step forward, hundreds of companions and horses were left behind. When tens of thousands of Spanish cavalry struggled to cross the trench, through scenes of smoothbore guns and lead bullets, and were about to rush to the chest wall, the French quickly pushed dozens of cannons, and they themselves shot countless grape bullets that had just shot out of the barrel in front of them. Even after escaping by chance, they successfully ran to the other side of the chest wall and straightened their spears to kill the sinister French devils. When they were greeted by rows of steel forests raised upwards with bayonets...

Just as the cavalry were in trouble, a greater crisis emerged. Commander Andrew decisively blew the flags and ordered all the strategic reserves nearby to attack and complete the last battle against the enemy.

With a command, in the forest at both ends, Brigadier Mura led his cavalry brigade, with 6,000 people from the left; Colonel Shade led 3,000 cavalrymen from the direct mixed brigade to cover up from the right. Nearly 10,000 French light cavalry in green uniforms waved their sabers in their hands and shouted the victory slogan "Ula!". Their mounts were as enthusiastic as their masters, ignoring bullets and swords. The masters used sabers or short guns to cut down or kill the enemies on the horse's back, and the war horses kicked the Spanish infantry to the ground and trampled on them. The infantry following behind were even red and murderous intent, and all the coming came. The Spanish infantry who came to reinforce did not dare to shoot randomly, for fear of accidentally injuring friendly troops on the horse's back, especially those garrison cavalry one by one.

Blood was fired everywhere with flashing sabers, and the war horses with bullet holes fell down in a woe. After 15 minutes, Spain's second offense completely collapsed. Unlike the first attack, the damage of this failure was fatal, which directly led to the Spanish army's entire line of defense on the entire battlefield.

While the cavalry were suffering, a series of giant shells fell from the Spanish artillery position, which had not been threatened by the enemy's heavy artillery. The solid shells were looking for artillery made of brass. Under the violent impact, the two sides compared who had greater hardness and destructive power. Usually, the solid shells of 16 pounds and 24 pounds also smashed the seemingly hard barrel and gun mount during the cracking process. The flowering shells also exploded above the gunners' heads, and after the smoke of guns, it also took away the vulnerable lives of the gunners, leaving only a creepy scream echoing around the wilderness.

The collapse of elite cavalry and the disappearance of artillery groups, all this happened in Brisbane's eyes. The previous pride and confidence were completely stunned by the tragic situation in front of him. Another fierce sound of artillery woke him from his dream. The commander of Spain completely ignored the unfavorable battle situation in front of him and shouted desperately: "General Tasman, and you, General Domjo, let your army continue to attack, attack, attack forward, and kill the French..."

Just as he tried to end his hysterical scream, he turned around and looked away, and the officers from all over the place who had been standing together had already scattered away.

"Coward, coward, traitor, I will send you to military court!"

...

Although Brisbane was hoarse and screaming like a madman, no one paid attention to the commander's orders. Several loyal guards ran back on the way when they came, hoping to get rid of the French pursuit. Because in the forest, the French carriage dragged out dozens of 6-pound light cavalry cannons and had already detoured to the open space under the hillside of the Spanish command post. After the fire was set off, a smoke rose, and more than twenty shells flew over the commander and his guards.

Driven by the commander effect, both generals and soldiers turned around and fled, while the infantry surrounded on the battlefield or were unable to run all gave up their futile resistance, and still surrendered with their weapons, hoping that the kind French could save their lives.
Chapter completed!