Querétaro, the battle between China and the West really begins in the evening of dusk.

Outside, the expeditionary force stopped shelling and rocketing at five o'clock in the afternoon. At the head of the ruined city of Querétaro, the Spaniards holding binoculars could clearly see the soldiers of the expeditionary force preparing outside. The blue-green double-buttoned military uniform and oval iron helmet were almost 'dyed' black in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The breastwork of the forward positions outside the city was completely destroyed, and the positions were covered with large and small potholes. When the sun went down and night fell, the soldiers of the expeditionary force, who shouted 'Wan Sheng', marched neatly and held their rifles with bayonets, ready to attack.

The Spaniard knew exactly what his opponent was up to. The expeditionary force fought with the idea of fighting with bayonets at night, and the threat of rockets would be reduced to the lowest point at night, and the threat of muskets and artillery would also be reduced to the lowest point. The Chinese just wanted to use their strong bayonet combat ability to crush the defenders of the forward position, take the forward position, and open the passage to Querétaro.

For the expeditionary force, such a strategy is really to the best of its ability.

"Get the cavalry ready—" The Spaniard gave a military order without looking back. It was not the first time they had fought the Chinese, who were lavishly equipped, with almost everyone wearing rattan armor except for helmets and some cuirassier. This can protect their lives to a large extent, and it also gives these Chinese the courage to fight bravely.

"Move the artillery units in the city to position three, and be prepared at all times—"

The white-knuckle war against the Chinese is to use artillery and rockets, and now that it is dark, the power of rockets and artillery has been weakened to the extreme, but it is not that it cannot be used, and the effect is weakened is stronger than taking people to hard top, and the most useful is the cavalry troops.

The Spanish army, in addition to some cavalry that had just been transferred back in the West Indies, consisted of some horsemen who had been drafted from among the native peninsulars, and a group of cuirassiers supported by the French. The latter, although few in number, only two hundred men, formed a reinforced cavalry company, but the fighting spirit was very high.

"Boom, boom, boom—" The artillery roared, and in a shout of victory, the attack of the expeditionary force began.

In the early stages of the 'offensive', it was a road to death.

The Spaniards fired flares, and their return fire came immediately, and the muskets mingled with the roar of cannonball.

The expeditionary force soon rushed to the range of the rockets, the artillery bombardment behind them was more intensive, and there were still snipers hiding in the dark, and the rocket troops of the Spaniards were indeed greatly affected, but in the end, there were still rockets that exploded in the ranks of the expeditionary army.

The blood all over the ground stained the whole earth red.

Before the brave warriors could really make contact with the enemy, they fell to the ground helplessly.

But this is the offensive, and if the expeditionary force wants to give full play to its advantages, it must first bear a heavy price.

The exploding rockets were so dazzling that the soldiers' view was blocked. The whole world was filled with the sound of debris breaking through the air, and over their heads, around them, countless shrapnel, fragments, and iron sand flew as dense as when a rainstorm was coming.

The explosion was extremely violent, like the eruption of a volcano.

It's just that it's no longer hot and red lava that flows, but red blood.

Lu Long looked at the battlefield with a frown, the light brought by the explosion of the shells, and the light brought by the flares, was enough for him to understand the situation of the battle ahead. The sound of explosions continued to be heard, and many wounded soldiers were already withdrawn from the front line. He had seen several lieutenant officers alone, for example, just now he had seen two Indians carrying an officer who had been shot in the chest nervously moving to the rear, the officer had a cuirass, but now it had been discarded, and the blood stained the officer's shirt red, and the officer was still spitting blood from his mouth.

And now another officer who was being carried by the Indians in front of his headquarters, with a thin stream of blood flowing from under the stretcher, I wonder if the blood had dried up when he arrived at the field hospital.

Only the silver star at the collar tin shone in the light of the explosion......

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The Spaniards bombarded the follow-up expeditionary forces with artillery, and the artillery of the expeditionary force had already shifted their positions forward and immediately launched counter-suppression. But the shelling and rockets still caused heavy casualties to the attacking expeditionary soldiers.

"The follow-up troops continue to march, and the two wings attack and attack them—" Lou Long roared. This is the price he has to pay.

The offensive battles on the frontal battlefield have verified this scene, and it is purely a flesh and blood millstone. Before the two armies approached, the losses of the attacking side would be staggering. If the commander did not have a big heart, extraordinary perseverance and a cold heart, this battle would not have been fought.

As for the battle between the two armies, hehe, the white-knuckle battle is much more ruthless and ferocious than the platoon shooting, and it is definitely a bloody fight.

Even the demoralized Spanish colonial army would attack desperately once it rushed to the Chinese position, because they knew very well that the opportunity for this white-knuckle battle was not easy to come by. Not to mention the high-spirited expeditionary forces and the Indians who are determined to take revenge.

When the troops that have already been engaged in the battle cannot break the situation, it is natural to put in more troops. There was no need to consider the strength of the firepower of the Spanish colonial army, it was just a matter of maintaining the strength of the attacking force.

In addition to the expeditionary force, there are also those Indians, and the night weakens the lethality of the fire, but also strengthens the confidence of the attacking troops - at least they don't look at the dead and messy on the battlefield, do they? Then there won't be so much fear in my heart.

Lu Long ordered the troops on the rear flanks to start an attack, just to relieve the pressure on the central position. Now the Spaniards do not have as many troops as Lu Long's troops, and there is still a little benefit in dispersing the attack.

He's not stupid enough to focus all his follow-ups on the central battlefield, that's what only a stupid commander does. What he's going to do is a side attack—

Bullets flew past my ears, and the sound of swishing only reached the bottom of people's hearts.

"Charge, charge with me—" A right lieutenant shouted as he waved his saber in his hand, his neat uniform was still neat and beautiful, the cuirass of his cuirass was against the cold light, the iron helmet on his head, and a silver star on his collar badge all proved his identity as the right lieutenant. "Long live Your Majesty, long live the expeditionary force......

Countless soldiers of the expeditionary force charged with guns, the soldiers in front were hit, and the soldiers behind still rushed forward without fear. The soldiers of this era have a much stronger will to fight than their descendants more than more than a hundred years later.

From the first day of their enlistment, they received orders to obey, that is, to straighten up and stride forward in the rain of bullets.

"Ahh

The eyes were dripping with blood, and the arm was shot open a big hole, and the blood kept flowing out. I don't know if the bones inside have been broken, and I don't know if this arm can be saved......

"Attack, keep going—"

Captain Right couldn't help but stop when he saw that several soldiers around him were wounded. At that moment, he immediately grabbed the saber that had fallen to the ground with his left hand, and roared loudly as he glared at the soldier who had stopped in his footsteps. "Keep going, attack with me—"

He had a medical kit on him, and the guards came forward to bandage his wounds. Such injuries were already serious, but the right lieutenant had no intention of retreating from the battlefield.

It has already cost a lot to approach the front line. The soldiers of the vanguard suffered at least two or three percent casualties. This is the opportunity that the soldiers have exchanged for their lives, and the desire for revenge is surging in everyone's hearts, how can they quit because of a gunshot wound?

Zhang Dashan was holding the saber and shouting, he was also in the offensive sequence, and he was also the right captain, but luckier than the right captain who was injured in the arm, he was not injured, "Brothers, rush with me-"

The number of the attacking troops of the "Wansheng ......" was much smaller than before, but now the shouts seemed to be more vigorous than before.

"Poof-" The sound of a bayonet thrusting into flesh. White-knuckle combat is inevitable.

The snow bayonet was so dazzling in the light of the explosion, and the sharp saber also shone with a chilling white glow.

Cutting off the enemy's head with a single sword, before he could raise the sword again, his chest had already been pierced by the enemy's bayonet, and the rattan armor seemed to be unable to resist;

A stab pierced the enemy's chest, and before the bayonet could be drawn again, he was killed by another enemy;

The officers and men of the two armies fell in pieces, like two giants stuck in a quagmire, entangled and hugging each other, unable to separate.

The Spaniards' rocket units quickly retreated, the Indians joined the battlefield, and the elite troops equipped with cuirasses filled in early. The Spanish colonial army was also fighting in full swing in this hand-to-hand fight.

Querétaro's location was crucial, and the colonial authorities in Mexico City were able to concentrate all their forces for the war. They expected this army to hold back the coalition forces until the front-line troops, who were rapidly returning from the north, arrived.

And if this wishful thinking doesn't come true, not only will Querétaro be the same, but Mexico City will also become an undefended city.

The hand-to-hand battle lasted for an hour, and a large number of soldiers of the attacking force were too tired to walk, and the coalition forces finally gained the upper hand in this bloody hand-to-hand combat.

Lu Long's face could no longer remain calm, he had opened the road to Querétaro, and he also vaguely saw the walls of Mexico City. Although this is what he had expected in advance, in the previous few tough battles, he gnawed them all like this, fighting with white knives in the dark night, that is, relying on the hard power of both sides to fight each other, whoever can hold on to the end will win. But he's still excited!

The Spanish soldiers were generally larger and stronger than the soldiers of the expeditionary force, and if it was a fight, one person might be able to fight two or three of the expeditionary force, but now it was a bayonet battle, and the soldiers of the expeditionary force were generally wearing rattan armor, and more importantly, there were more of them. Defeating the Spaniards seemed like a logical fit.

"Order Major de Broy to attack, take his cuirassier company and cavalry team, and send all the Chinese pigs on the opposite side to hell."

In the Spanish army, the commander-in-chief of the army, a passerby with the rank of lieutenant general, gritted his teeth and gave orders.

The cuirassiers were left only with the French cavalry, a newly formed contingent of cavalrymen from the peninsulars and supporters, and then a regular cavalry of the Spanish Army, which remained in Mexico City to suppress the situation.

This passer-by still has a certain military quality, and did not send infantry reinforcements at this time, but decided to send cavalry to give them a hard blow when the coalition forces were pursuing the Spanish colonial army.

As for the danger of using cavalry in the dark, yes, that's true. But danger is to be compared with gain, and the cavalry is the nemesis of the natural enemy of the Zero Foot Soldiers, and this has not changed from ancient times to the present day.

A large group of scattered infantry is taken by surprise by a cavalry unit led by a cuirassiers, what will be the effect?

The Spaniards compare what they may gain with what they may pay and what they may pay, and it is clear which is better and which is worse and which choice to make.

The commander-in-chief of Spain showed the military qualities of a competent commander, and he ordered the cavalry units to be ready even before nightfall. With his order, a company of two hundred French cuirassiers and a newly formed cavalry of hundreds quickly attacked-

"I love Chinese silk and porcelain like art. But I don't like their army. Please tell the passer-by that the French knights will use the sharp blades in their hands to teach the Chinese a fierce lesson, telling them that hell is where they should go. These abominable infidels. America belongs to the great God, the place where God's light shines, and it cannot be defiled! Debroy waved his arms and shouted.

"May the Lord bless you, my child." Looking at Debroy, who was leading the way away like a whirlwind, an elderly clergyman in a church robe drew a cross on his chest. He sincerely hopes that Debroy will be safe and that his 'expectations' will be fulfilled smoothly.

If Mexico City is threatened, if Mexico City is captured by the Chinese, then the church power in the New Spanish colony will suffer heavy losses. More than 10 years ago, the Jesuits were expelled by the Spaniards, which damaged the interests of many churches in terms of overall strength, and the current church really cannot bear a major blow. Otherwise, it would undermine the prestige and influence of the Church in the Spanish colonies.

"O Lord! Your Word says that you will cover and protect your children from the power of the evil one. You are Eli, the supreme God of Ilion, who rules over the things of lords, both visible and invisible. All things are in your hands, and I ask you to use the presence of your Spirit as a shield around New Spain, in the name of Jesus. May your glory be with you, like a backing. O Lord! Be a refuge in New Spain. Sustain him with your everlasting arm, protect him, save him, and deliver him, your faithful servant, out of danger and from evil ......"

When people are helpless, when they are most frightened, they will always pray and believe in God more sincerely. Fear is the product of ignorance, and the origin of faith stems precisely from human ignorance and fear of nature. Over time, faith becomes a certain sustenance of the human heart. Because there are always times when people are helpless, there are always times when they are desperate, and faith is to comfort the human soul when it is most fragile. Just like when a person is injured and needs comfort and care, it may feel like nothing, but when it really comes to you, these "insignificant" things, faith, become more valuable than anything else.

The old priest was a chaplain, and the early Spanish army focused on the spiritual life of the soldiers, with 13 chaplains in each regiment. But now, especially in the colonial army, it is impossible to say how many.

The monotheistic world of the West has long had the setting of chaplains, who are not warriors, are not considered combatants, and are given preferential treatment after being captured.

The sound of horses' hooves of "da-da......".

A convoy of seven or eight hundred horses galloped past the defeated Spanish soldiers. At the head was the French cuirassier company led by De Broy.

They rode tall horses, and each soldier was more than one meter eight tall. The polished cuirass was imposing, with buckles and rivets of brass, joined by leather straps, and the outlines were trimmed with red edges, as bright red as the tassels on their helmets. Blue billions, white trousers, black high riding boots, this is the cuirassiers.

You can't say that they are the best cavalry, but they are definitely the strongest frontal cavalry in the world today.

The bright sword swung in the direction of the battlefield not far away, and Debroy shouted loudly, "Brave knights, for the glory of God, for our own sake, now charge with me—"

"Charge—"

Hundreds of cuirassiers rushed to the battlefield on their prancing horses, and the five or six hundred New Spanish cavalry who followed behind were also inspired by the high morale of the cuirassiers, and shouted "Long live Your Majesty the King" one by one.

"Long live Your Majesty—"

The same slogans were shouted among the cuirassiers. It's just that the two groups of them are shouting at completely different objects.

The cavalrymen brandished their swords and slowly urged the horses under their hips.

But the Spaniards had already discovered that they were mobilizing the cavalry coalition, so how could they move unsuspectingly?

It's just that it's too late to take precautions, so what is the effect of the haste of precautions......