Pan Chang has a casualty report in his hand, and at the bottom of this report is a curve chart with 'two hours' as the time unit.

From this chart of combat losses that lasted 'two days', he could clearly see that the most intensive casualty period of the expeditionary force was two hours before sunset on the first day, and two hours before the resumption of fighting the next day.

These four hours cost him half of the casualties so far, a total of three hand-to-hand combat, the Spaniards attacked five times to within 30 meters of the position seven times, and rushed to the position three times through the baptism of grenades.

If they keep this intensity and intensity, Pan Chang is finished.

But it is clear that the Spaniards did not have this courage, at least not the army in front of them. Today's battle, after surviving the first two hours of fierce fighting, the proportion of casualties in the army continued to decline, and when the sun set, the opposite side did not muster the courage of yesterday. The casualties of the expeditionary force today are almost the same as yesterday, also because the casualties in the first two hours are higher than the peak of yesterday evening. If it weren't for this kind of hard work, today's battle damage statistics would definitely not be as high as yesterday's.

In Pan Chang's view, this situation is excellent news. It is a sign of the gradual decline in the morale, will, and eventual fighting power of the Spaniards. Perhaps by tomorrow, the casualty figure will drop greatly, and the cruelty of these two days is enough for the army in front of them to consume its own blood and courage.

These are the frustration of the enemy's edge!

When the morale and fighting spirit of the Spaniards faded, it was time for their fatigue to rise.

After all, they had crossed such a long distance before this, and it was only because of the 'war' that inspired them, and the Mexican smugglers, who had close ties with the expeditionary force, received the 'reward' of the Spanish army - the soldiers could enjoy the 'benefits' of the war after the victory of the war. The Spaniards before them were not tired, but they saw the benefits, and they were instilled by the Spanish authorities with a lot of words that they could easily win the war, because they had 100,000 men, and they were far more numerous than their enemies, so that they were refreshed and motivated, and their minds were only thinking of defeating the expeditionary force, and then plundering all the wealth they could see. Being able to become a hero while capturing a large fortune gave the Spanish colonial army a certain amount of morale.

Defeat the army of the Eastern Empire, which made Spain taste defeat again and again. In the propaganda of the Mexican colonial government, this was a great victory comparable to the 'Battle of Navas de Tolosa'.

- The Battle of Navas de Tolosa was the decisive battle of the Kingdom of Castile in Spain against the Moors in 1212 AD, and it was a fateful battle in which the rule of the Green Cultists in the Iberian Peninsula changed from prosperity to decline.

Under the many encouragements, the mental strength overcame the fatigue of the physical body, and the sharpness and spirit of the Spaniards were stimulated.

But now, the continuous offensive is not restrained, and a large number of soldiers are killed and wounded. It quickly consumed the spiritual strength of this army. When this spirit is completely consumed, the sequelae will inevitably erupt. This is a very serious backlash, and the sharp contrast between reality and ideals can directly destroy the fighting spirit of an army, and this kind of mental slackness, frustration, and frustration, and physical fatigue caused by the loss of fighting spirit are very serious bad news.

It's like a man trekking alone in the desert, he used up the last drop of water, exhausted to death, and just when he was desperate, an oasis appeared ten miles away, and the man mustered up the last of his strength to run, and ran to find that the oasis was just his own illusion, and the sense of collapse brought by that moment can make people completely lose the desire to survive.

Pan Chang waited for when the Spaniard collapsed. He didn't think it would be long. And at that time, it was the time for the main forces hidden in the shadows to counterattack.

Dong Wei's face was full of smiles. He was circling around the perimeter of the battlefield with a small force of cavalry, attracting the attention of a Spaniard, and at the same time blocking the Spaniards' reconnaissance of the main army's hiding places as much as possible, reducing the possibility of the main force leaking.

Besides, it is not normal for a large number of Spanish troops to reach the Salton Basin, to the periphery controlled by the expeditionary force, and if the expeditionary force does not react at all, this is abnormal. No matter how much pressure the Western Route Army put on them, it would be impossible for the Chinese Expeditionary Force to be completely pinned. So Dong Wei came with two battalions of cavalry, one of which was regular cavalry, and the other was patchwork.

He also clearly observed the decline in the morale of the Spanish army, although Dong Wei did not have as fine statistics as Pan Chang, but he also felt it. There was no appetite for cavalry more than the demoralized infantry. He hoped that he could find an opportunity to pick a red flower before the big counterattack, otherwise it would be difficult for him to perform brilliantly when the big counterattack was launched.

Dong Wei led his troops back from the north, and his horses ran away and died, if it weren't for the fact that they had exchanged some horses from the indigenous people of North America before, and at the same time they themselves had captured a lot of horses, these horses were the descendants of European horses, and they could be used with a little domestication, which was much easier to fiddle with than most of the bison that entered the mouths of people. Otherwise, he was not sure at all whether Dong Wei's cavalry brigade would be able to return to the formation of six regular battalions by now.

Dong Wei is now very sure that this battle can be won. The Spaniards' morale has dropped too quickly, and after only two days of fighting, they have shown signs that they can't move. The grasp of this battle in Dong Wei's heart is already eighteen or nineteen.

So the third day is a key. The Spaniards were likely to launch a final madness, and Dong Wei could not believe that the generals in the Spanish colonial army could not see the true condition of their ranks.

And Pan Chang thinks so too.

But what Pan Chang didn't expect was how fragile the Spaniards' menacing bombardment and overwhelming offensive at the beginning of the third day. The artillery shelled for half an hour, the infantry attacked for twenty minutes. Thousands of Spanish colonial soldiers fell with hundreds of corpses and fled back in disarray. This scene may not have been imagined even by the Spaniards themselves.

The commander-in-chief of the Spaniards, Lieutenant General Alvarez, was almost vomiting blood. Is this still an army? Is it still the army with high morale in your impression? It's a shame that they are so ......~~!

"Bastard, asshole. These bastards, damn bastards—"

Alvarez scolded the defeated soldiers who fled in a hurry as if he had been stabbed in the chrysanthemum, but he couldn't turn the situation around. At this moment, he didn't want to mention how much he regretted launching this attack. He should change the attacking force and replace the army that had been badly beaten before with the new force that had just arrived.

However, time does not go backwards.

The Spanish colonial army quickly adjusted its attacking forces, but the results were still far from satisfactory. In the afternoon, when the large force of the expeditionary force appeared ten miles away from the battlefield, Lieutenant General Alvarez, who received the news, was first taken aback, and then his face was a little embarrassed.

"Order the troops to withdraw from the battle." Alvarez quickly issued a series of orders to redeploy his troops, and he reacted quickly. "I hope to be able to complete the military arrangement before the Chinese come." Alvarez muttered 'God forbid' in his heart and drew a cross on his chest with his fingers. He hoped that he could really bluff the Chinese, and then a real war would not break out between the two sides.

Alvarez was well aware of the situation to his detriment.

The fighting spirit of the army in his hands is declining, and the Chinese army opposite him must be high-spirited. Even though the opponent is likely to be outnumbered by his own, Alvarez doesn't think he can really win against his opponent, and he doesn't even think it's possible to lose both.

And if he is defeated, the impact on this war will be incomparably great.

For the Eastern Route Army, the best thing to do is to contain the main force of the enemy on the opposite side and create favorable conditions for the Western Route Army.

The Chinese have limited forces at their disposal, and if their main forces are pinned down in the Salton Basin, then their nest will be empty. The Western Route Army can easily seize all the achievements of the Chinese on the West Coast in the past two years, which is by no means acceptable to the Chinese, so they are more urgent to fight a decisive battle, and their family does not have time to confront here.

And what the enemy desires is precisely what he must resolutely avoid.

Alvarez was also a seasoned general, and his mind quickly cleared the whole line of thought, and then chose the most secure strategy.

……

"Move the artillery positions forward to these three positions, shelling here, here, and here, here, these four locations."

"The assault force is ready. The rocket forces coordinated, and fifteen minutes after the start of the shelling, the infantry made a sortie. ”

"The cavalry idea is to cover the rocket troops."

"Order the artillery to control the rhythm, and the infantry artillery to work together."

As the commander-in-chief of the front, Gao Yuanhou issued orders one after another. The main force of the entire expeditionary force, 17,800 infantry and artillery, was quickly arranged and adjusted according to his orders. In the end, he gave a special order to the dispatch troops, "Tell them that they only need to make meritorious contributions in this battle." I will definitely report it to the emperor. ”

What it means, you know without asking.

The credibility of the emperor in this regard is very good. In terms of receiving rewards for meritorious service, what has been done over the years has been quite fair.

And the morale of the dispatch army itself was high, and Gao Yuanhou [deputy marshal of the expeditionary force] saw the array of the dispatch army, first fluctuating, and then a cold murderous aura rose.

The momentum between armies and armies is really not the same.

Alvarez's hand holding the telescope trembled. He saw the soldiers of the Expeditionary Force, and the soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, who were bravely advancing under the heavy shelling, were really very different from the army under his command. Their bravery did not depend on the large number of Chinese artillery, and when the dense shells extended deeper into the Spaniards, the monstrous fighting spirit and courage were the basis of their courageous advance.

Alvarez knew immediately that his plans might be in vain.

The Chinese were really eager, their counterattack was very fast, and they showed all their skills in the first attack. And all he can pray for now is that the defense line he hastily organized will not be broken by a single stab.

The muzzles of the black guns spewed dazzling fire, and there were wisps of white smoke, and iron bullets and flowering shells drew a long arc and fell on the enemy's position. Then, the muffled sound of cannons rolled across the sky, as if a summer thunderstorm was coming, rumbling endlessly.

White, gray-black smoke trails filled the entire sky, the sound of cannons was like Thor's car cutting through the sky, the four hooves of the divine horse crushed through the void, the earth roared, and the heavens and the earth echoed, endlessly.

Gao Yuanhou pursed his lips tightly, this is his best chance, after the end of the civil war, he can still reap the real great credit, only the current North America. Whether he can take his rank one step further depends on the battle in front of him.

If he wins, he will be a great general; Otherwise, he would have to sit on his ass in the position of general.

Gao Yuanhou's ears were buzzing, and for a while, he felt that his breath was being held by a big hand, and he was about to suffocate.

This was the first time he commanded a large army against an enemy with such fierce artillery fire, and in the original Chinese battlefield, the Manchu Qing also organized several major battles with a hundred cannons, but he did not catch up. In the later war against Russia, Gao Yuanhou was also unable to participate, so although he was a general, he was higher than a lieutenant general; The general is a general, and then the marshal], but there are really not many military exploits that can be used. This time with such a strong opponent, Gao Yuanhou was nervous when he had enough advantages before the war.

The initial intense stimulus lessened a little, and his mind began to work again, and soon he discovered that the shelling of the Spaniards was not very effective.

The gunner is a very technical branch of the war in this era, it is not a musketeer, although the gap between the musketeer veterans and the new recruits is large, but there is not yet a qualitative gap. Artillery is different. There is an absolute barrier between the novice and the veteran.

Experienced veteran gunners can control the landing point of the shells within a range of 100 meters, they can effectively increase or decrease the amount of gunpowder according to the distance of the target, and can also replace solid shells, flowering shells, shotguns, and so on in time.

And what about newbies? Nervous, they would even stuff a shell with twice as much gunpowder and shoot shotgun at the enemy a mile away.

This is the gap between the old gunner and the new gunner. Sadly, the vast majority of the Spaniards' gunners were new gunners.

And the artillery of the expeditionary force is definitely experienced veterans.

Many of the Spanish artillery pieces have been destroyed by their own fire, although there are not many, but this obviously affects the psychology of the Spanish gunners. Under the nervousness, their performance is even more level.

Shells flew over the heads of the expeditionary force's attacking troops, or were far away. This resulted in a considerable reduction in casualties among the vanguard troops.

The goal of the Spanish artillery is the middle line between the two armies, the expeditionary force to attack, then the middle section is the most suitable place for artillery volley, but the artillery of the expeditionary force is constantly moving forward, after the artillery battle begins, their shells can hit the opposite infantry position, and naturally they can also hit the artillery position in front of the infantry position, this distance is already very short.

The cannons of this era had low ballistics, and if they wanted to hit farther, they had to raise the angle of fire to get a greater range, but in this case, there was no guarantee of accuracy.

Therefore, the artillery on both sides is not accurate enough to make up the numbers, and strive to inflict greater blows on the other side. In this case, the impact of veterans and recruits is really big.

The orderly line of infantry rushed out of the Spanish infantry position, and one by one the forward soldiers were in front of the artillery position, nervously looking for the target with their rifles - the convex rocket group.

The appetizers on both sides have been served, and the main meal is coming.

A dense and orderly platoon of guns rang out, mixed with the sound of rockets, and the Spaniards, who were not very scrappy, were as easily penetrated by the attacking troops as a piece of tissue paper.

There are a lot of Spaniards though.

"Let the left flank troops immediately launch a counterattack. Attack the flank of the Chinese assault forces. "Alvarez is working hard.

Even he prepared the cavalry units for a counterattack.

But will the Spaniards be able to withstand the long-planned counterattack of the expeditionary force?

"Brothers, come with me—" The fighting will of the attacking troops was as tenacious as a piece of steel. Born in the Praetorian Guard, they are not afraid of sacrifice.

The sound of gunfire could not frighten them, and when the Spanish colonial army was in a hurry, they penetrated into the enemy with the cooperation of rocket troops and artillery, under the blows of the Spanish troops coming from the side.

"Poof......

The sound of the bayonet thrust into their chests did not make them feel the slightest fear. Their lives belong to the court, and their families will be taken care of by the court after they die, so what is there to be afraid of death? If you're afraid, don't join the army.

Spanish colonial troops were refueled and the artillery on both sides stopped.

Spanish Colonial Army vs Chen Han Expeditionary Force.

Brutal white-knuckle combat is inevitable. But can his troops endure a brutal white-knuckle battle? Alvarez still had a cavalry unit and a large reserve in his hands, but he had no idea in his heart.

The shiny bayonet is as dazzling as the sun shines, and the sharp bayonet shimmers with a chilling white glow in the scorching heat. No one in the expeditionary force is afraid to fight bayonets, and this cruelty is synonymous with making their blood boil!

One of the Spanish soldiers smashed the face of an oncoming expeditionary soldier with the butt of his gun, and another expeditionary soldier rushed out diagonally, and with the force of the forward charge, the white bayonet easily penetrated his body.

An expeditionary soldier was stabbed through the body by a Spaniard with a tiger's back, the Spanish soldier was so powerful, the bayonet directly picked up the corpse of the expeditionary soldier, and then a lead bullet flying out of the handcuff took the life of this powerful soldier, and then a cold light kissed the fallen Spaniard. Blood gushed out, and his entire head was slashed off.

A fleeing Spanish soldier tripped over a corpse, and the expeditionary soldiers behind him rushed up and stabbed him in the back, the bayonet pinning him firmly to the ground. The long screams of the Spanish soldiers, terrible, miserable......

"Kill......"

"Rush, ......"

Expeditionary forces rushed into the Spanish line and quickly spread out into the depths, to the left and right flanks......