Guan Zhuofan's eyes fell on the artillery at the front of the Xuan army's position.

Each cannon is served by eight people, which is considered an artillery squad. The squad leader, that is, the artillery commander, is currently all filled by the artillery instructor for the time being. Those who were selected into the artillery regiment were all cultivated as seeds, and they all knew how to read and write, and they could not even understand the angle of fire and the flight time of the shells marked on the artillery trucks; And not only do you have to recognize Chinese characters, but you also have to recognize American characters, because of course these are all marked in English.

In addition, not only must they recognize American characters, but they must also be able to listen to American words, otherwise the artillery commander will not be able to understand the instructions, and the artillery commander will not be able to understand the greetings of female relatives at home.

Although not all of the artillery soldiers of the Xuan Army can communicate with the Americans in English, at least there is no problem related to artillery. Among the 28,000 units of the Xuan Army, the artillery regiment is definitely the existence with the highest level of culture and foreign language.

The various teams of the Southern Army lined up in two rows of battle formations, and continued to march forward under the sound of war drums, all their rifles were loaded with bayonets, and there was no sun, but the sky was reflected on this sharp and seemingly boundless steel forest, which looked majestic and strange, with a huge sense of oppression.

Guan Zhuofan gave the order for an all-out attack.

The gunners immediately got busy.

The gun commander gave a loading order, "One round of solid shells, the target distance is 1200 meters!" ”

The gunner, standing next to the ammunition car, immediately found the corresponding data on the lid of the ammunition box, "The angle of fire is 5 degrees 10 minutes!" ”

The gunner picked up a small tool called the "quadrant", aimed around, adjusted the data reported by the gunner, and after confirmation, the gunners on both sides of the breech hurriedly operated the hand sticks at the end of the gun. Adjust the inclination angle of the gun body in place. Slightly slower movements. The greeting from the artillery commander came: "Zhang! Do you have hands on your ass? ”

The gunner next to the ammunition box takes out the shell. This is a fixed ammunition, that is, the medicine bag and the artillery shell are bundled together, which is both convenient and safe, while the ammunition of the South Army on the opposite side, many medicine bags and artillery shells are still separated.

The ammunition was inspected and confirmed to be in good shape, and the gunner, who was standing next to the muzzle, was given to the gunner, who immediately pointed the cartridge towards the tail of the gun and loaded the ammunition. The gunner who is standing on the other side of the muzzle and holding the ejector then pushes the shell to the bottom of the chamber.

The gunners on both sides of the breech had to act quickly, inserting a long awl through the firing door into the bottom of the bore, puncturing the cartridge, and then inserting the fire hose through the firing door into the cartridge.

"Ready!"

"Launch!"

A long tongue of fire erupted from the muzzle of the cannon, and with a loud bang, the cannon and the gunner were enveloped in white smoke, and the huge recoil force drove the heavy cannon to slide several meters backwards.

Guan Zhuofan clearly felt the ground under his feet shake, and he roared in his heart: My first shot.

Then the second shot, the third shot...... All the artillery of the Northern Army roared, and white smoke covered the entire forward position. The ground shook violently, and there was a huge sound in the air. Flooding into the command post like a tide, Guan Zhuofan only felt that he was standing against the tide. The blood is full of blood, and the body and mind are drunk!

The 12-pound solid iron ball flying at a speed of 305 meters per second pierced through the entire infantry company of the Southern Army like a sharp blade through paper, mercilessly tearing and cutting everything it encountered, heads, arms, legs and feet, and even splitting people's bodies in two, wading out of the bloody alleys in the marching ranks of the Southern Army.

Countless moans and screams were still clearly audible amid the sound of the eardrums.

The solid bullets flying in the air can be seen with the naked eye, as if they are flying very slowly. A Confederate soldier subconsciously raised his rifle and tried to use his bayonet to pull away the iron ball, but the huge kinetic energy tore the bayonet, the gun and half of his body to pieces, and then continued to jump and roll forward, crushing the soldiers behind him into rotten flesh.

Although many gaps have been punched, the ranks of the Southern Army still maintain their original speed and continue to move forward.

Sweat dripped from Guan Zhuofan's clenched palms, and he thought: If the Xuan army encounters such an artillery attack, can it hold on to it until now without collapsing?

The artillery fire of the Northern Army became more and more intense, and the gunners holding the cannon brushes stepped up to clean the gun chamber, and the screw rod reached into the gun chamber and stirred it violently several times, and the blackened residue of the medicine bag was hooked out. It was already early winter, but many of the gunners took off their shirts, shirtless, sweating, and the gunners roared loudly, and the gunners also roared in response and report.

The artillery fire on the top of the hill of the Southern Army repeatedly corrected its trajectory and continued to fire at the Northern Army, focusing on the artillery positions of the Northern Army. A shell hit a gun mount, splitting it in all directions, scattering fragments and killing several gunners on the emplacement. Another shell hit the ammunition truck behind the cannon, causing a detonation, and none of the eight gunners in this gun position survived, and the gun positions on the left and right sides combined were also killed by more than a dozen.

However, the results of the Southern Army's artillery bombardment basically stopped there, and did not expand much, and some shells even flew into their own queues that were advancing towards the Northern Army.

The artillery of the Cumbran regiment fired two or three shells per minute with one cannon at a speed, and the speed was no slower than that of the breech guns. The gunners of the Xuan army are still relatively rusty, but they are not bad, and they can shoot almost two shells in an average minute.

Under this terrible density of artillery fire, the formation of the southern army finally began to disperse, and some soldiers fled backwards.

But in the end, a considerable part of the southern army passed through most of the battlefield, and then accelerated and began to charge.

The artillery commanders shouted: "Change the shotgun!" ”

Shotguns were fired out of the chambers.

The 12-pounder Napoleon gun's shotgun, the body of the projectile is a cylinder made of iron sheet, which is loaded with 68 iron pellets, under the action of huge internal and external pressure, the bullet body burst in front of the soldiers of the Southern Army, and the metal storm composed of iron pellets swept out into a cone-shaped surface, and countless Southern soldiers were beaten into a sieve, and some iron pellets even penetrated the body of a soldier and knocked down another soldier behind him.

"Double shotgun!"

Iron and fire rain.

In the midst of the screams and wailings, among the countless severed limbs and wreckage, the southern army finally collapsed, and they all turned around and ran back, thousands of soldiers squeezed and stepped on, scrambling to be the first. The waves smashed on the reef and the tide receded!

This is the most haode opportunity, Guan Zhuofan ordered: stop the shelling, the whole army on the bayonet, and pursue!

Countless blue figures jumped out of the trenches, rushed out of the position, and chased after them with rifles with bright bayonets.

The gray tide in front receded into the sea, and the blue waves behind rose high and surged.

Finally, the blue tide swept up the gray tide.

Some of the soldiers of the Southern Army were shot or assassinated from behind, some raised their hands and surrendered, and some lost any ability to move because of extreme exhaustion and fear, threw away their weapons, and lay or sat on the road.

The shelling of the southern army also stopped, because we did not know where to fight, and the enemy and our troops were all twisted together.

Chasing at the forefront was the German regiment of the 1st Division of the Xuan Army. In the Battle of Chickmoga, the German regiment, as the fourth echelon, arrived at the battlefield, and the Southern Army had already retreated. In addition to cleaning the battlefield, he didn't let go of a single shot. Looking at the cheers of the three echelons in front, the regimental officer Jiang De was extremely depressed. Back in Chattanooga, this depression grew day by day, because the man who had fought in the battle of Chickmoga could not interject at all when he talked about the bravery and foaming at the mouth of the day.

This accumulated suffocation, coupled with the strong sense of oppression brought about by the artillery bombardment that Fang had never experienced before, made him desperately need an outlet, so as soon as the order to pursue was given, he drew his command knife and roared, almost the first in the whole army to rush out of the position.

The regimental officers took the lead, and the soldiers, of course, were in high spirits, and the German battalion spread its legs and was the first to catch up with the fleeing Southern army.

A soldier of the Southern Army raised his hands to Jiang De, and in his extreme excitement, he didn't think about it, and slashed down with a knife.

The soldiers of the German regiment also had red eyes, and one by one the soldiers of the Southern Army were stabbed down from behind.

Fleeing and chasing, they soon approached the first line of defense at the foot of the Southern Army. It took much less time than the southern army to attack it.

The southern army behind the defense line was dumbfounded: the northern army was about to attack, but the people in front of them were all their own people, how could they fire?

The front-line commander did not expect the situation to change like this, and he couldn't make up his mind what to do for a while, and there was agitation on the position.

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