The occasional moon that emerged from the clouds had a bleak face, and under the gaze of her sad gaze, fierce hand-to-hand combat began.

If you can look down from the air, in the criss-crossing trenches, countless figures, you advance and I retreat, rolling and twisting together.

The gunfire didn't seem to be so frequent, the shouts of killing weren't very high-pitched, and the soldiers seemed to be fighting with their heads down, as if they didn't want to wake up this originally beautiful night.

But the battle was bloody and brutal to surpass the hand-to-hand combat at the Battle of Chattanooga when the Northern Army overcame the first line of defense on the missionary heights.

In the trenches, corpses quickly piled up, and blood spilled over the ankles of those who were still standing.

The more advanced equipment of the Northern army lost any advantage in this kind of fighting, and in the trenches, face to face, the Spencer repeater was not as good as the revolver, and the revolver was not as good as the bayonet.

Soldiers from both the North and the South entered the newly dug trenches of the Northern Army in an endless stream. In many places, the corpses were piled up and impassable, and the soldiers had to climb out of the trenches, so the fighting extended from the trenches to the ground.

The clouds began to disperse, and the moonlight was like water, sprinkled on this great assura field in the world.

By the early hours of the morning, General Johnston was desperate to find that the battle in the trenches was not over, but the trenches of the Northern Army were still stretching.

He finally gave the order to withdraw his troops again.

This time, the Northern Army did not try to pursue, and they themselves were deeply exhausted.

It took a long time to clear the trenches, and the bodies of their comrades were carried out, and when all the guns and equipment had been removed, the two co-commanders-in-chief gave the order: fill the trenches. The fallen soldiers of the Yugoslav army were buried on the spot.

Will future generations know that this is actually a vast tomb?

At all costs. Aratuna is in hand.

Soon. The railway from Salka to Aratuna was completed, a large second-class munitions base was established, and Chattanooga's material resources were continuously transported. The Northern Army rebuilt on the original Southern fortifications and transformed Aratuna from a mere defensive position into a strong fortress that was impregnable on all sides.

The first part of the Kumbran Army was responsible for guarding Aratuna.

Now, more than half of the area from Chattanooga to Atlanta has fallen into the hands of the North, further south. There was Kennasaw Hill and a place called New Hope Church, to which Johnston had retreated. These two are horns of each other, and the road to Atlanta must be taken, and it is better to attack them at the same time, so that they cannot support each other.

After this hurdle, it is not long before you can enter the Chathooch River, a barrier to Zuihou in the Atlanta area.

It's been less than a month since Chattanooga's departure, and it's progressing so fast. Exceeding expectations, the situation is very optimistic.

The situation within the Confederate was also favorable for the Northern Army.

The government and the opposition in the Confederacy were extremely dissatisfied with Johnston. They all felt that he was cowardly and afraid of war, and retreated again and again, making the northern army feel like no one, which was simply "no resistance". The Atlantans saw that the Northern Army was getting closer and closer, and public opinion was even more boiling, and when Johnston was mentioned, he scolded, and when he asked for food and wages, he scavenged and knocked on the bones and sucked the marrow, and when he wanted to see the real chapter, he became a rabbit!

Lawmakers from Georgia have already filed an impeachment case against Johnston in Congress, and almost all the news outlets have called for President Davis to be replaced.

To be honest, Davis himself wants to be replaced, the question is who to replace? Headaches.

Some newspapers even accused Johnston of being a spy for the North and demanded a thorough investigation by the government.

People are shouting: We are going to attack!

Both Guan Zhuofan and Sherman eagerly hoped that the Southern Army would indeed launch an active attack.

From Johnston's experience, Kwan Zhuofan felt deeply embarrassed. Johnston did not stop the Northern Army halfway, but with the current comparison of strength, who can stop the Northern Army? Robert? Is Lee okay? Not necessarily. Even if he really could, the whole of the United States, the North and the South, just one Robert? Lee.

On top of that, Johnston didn't stop the Northerners, but he didn't lose much of his army, which saved enough energy for Zuihou's defense of Atlanta; Replaced by a reckless general, who really "attacked" as required by public opinion in the Confederacy, this Southern Army would probably have broken up long ago.

This is a decent property of the Confederacy on the Western Front.

So, Johnston didn't do 100 points, but he did 95 points.

And everyone in the South demanded that he must achieve 120 points.

It seems that there are many people who do not know soldiers and have a special penchant for pointing fingers at military operations. Isn't it the same in China?

Thinking of the previous Chaodong Lin and the Qing Liu, Guan Zhuofan couldn't help but breathe out from his nostrils: Look at how I will clean you up in the future.

Can you think of a way to get Davis to replace Johnston sooner?

For example, the anti-inverse scheme?

Guan Zhuofan was searching for cases of anti-intermittent schemes in his memory bank, and a crackling sound sounded on the tent.

Oh, it's raining.

Guan Zhuofan walked out of the tent, the rain sprinkled on his face, and it was cool.

Well, it's so comfortable, I just like the rain.

The rain started to get heavier. A pair of tender little hands draped a raincoat on his body from behind, Guan Zhuofan turned his head, and there were crystal raindrops hanging on Wan'er's peach-like face.

There was a warmth in his heart, and he took Wan'er's hand and returned to the tent.

The two men quietly held hands and stood at the door of the tent, and the rain poured outside the tent.

Slowly, Guan Zhuofan's face changed.

I shouldn't like the rain.

In a rainstorm, it is difficult for the army to move.

At that time, asphalt paving had already appeared, but it was far from being popularized on a large scale, let alone cement. There are stone slabs and gravel roads in the city. But between the cities, there are only dirt roads, and when it rains, dirt roads turn into dirt roads; When it rains heavily, the dirt road turns into a river of mud, and whether people can walk or not, the gun truck will definitely not be able to walk.

If there are landslides and floods, people don't want to leave.

The area from Chattanooga to Atlanta is prone to mudslides and flooding.

Let's hope it won't rain for long.

However, it backfired, and as the day and night passed, the rain became heavier and heavier, and there was no intention of stopping.

Something was wrong, Guan Zhuofan ordered the whole army to move to a safer place.

In the midst of the torrential rain, people and horses neighed, and there was chaos.

By the time the camp was moved, Guan Zhuofan himself had become a clay figure.

The camp moved in time, and on the night after the move, a mudslide washed down the hill and buried at least a fifth of the old camp.

Guan Zhuofan and Sherman were both shocked into a cold sweat.

The camp was ordered to be kept on full guard on all sides, and the farthest cordon was placed several miles away from the camp, and the telegraph line followed, not to guard against the Confederate army, which no one could move in this weather, but to warn of floods and mudslides.

Day after day passed, and the rain was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, but it just didn't stop.

Bad news one after another.

In the south, floods and mudslides are everywhere, and the road from Aratuna to Kennaso and New Hope Church is cut off.

In the north, there is news at every turn that a railway or highway has been washed away by floods, and the south can be ignored for the time being, but the north is a supply line of more than 100,000 troops, and it cannot be ignored, so Sherman's sappers have become firefighting teams, and they are dispatched in the rain day and night.

During the torrential rain, the construction was extremely dangerous under the threat of floods and mudslides, and although not a single bullet was fired, the casualties increased day by day.

Sherman's temper was already bad, but at this time he became more and more irritable, and his nervous breakdown was also committed, and his roar could always be heard from a distance when he passed through his Chinese tent.

A cavalry reconnaissance detachment went out and never returned, and it must have been somewhere in a flood or mudslide.

Guan Zhuofan couldn't laugh anymore.

He couldn't do anything.

No matter how many tricks you have, you can't go against God.

He thought with a gloomy face, if this rain goes down so endlessly, I will become a navy.

An army of hundreds of thousands, like a flock of ducks, was trapped in the pouring rain and could not move.

This rain has been raining non-stop for a month.

Guan Zhuofan took the time from Johnston, and God gave him most of it.

When the sun finally showed its face, the already moldy soldiers rushed out of the tents in a frenzy, most of them shirtless, some simply stripped naked, and the whole camp was shouting and shouting everywhere.

Wan'er had no choice but to stay in the tent.

*(To be continued......)