"This idiot!"

Almost at the moment when he received that Picket took the initiative to jump out of the defense line and attack the flank of the US Fifth Army, Bian Chengxun cursed, he didn't expect Pickett to be so stupid.

"Don't he know that now for the Alliance Nation, the most important thing is to stabilize the defense line, to avoid casualties, this pig!"

While scolding, Bian Chengxun's brows were tightly locked.

"Didn't he see that Grant was deliberately exposing his flanks?"

From the day Grant began to attack with all his might, Bian Chengxun had already sensed the other party's intentions, as a veteran of using soldiers, no one would expose their flanks to the enemy, if the flanks were exposed, then there was only one possibility, and that was to deliberately catch the other party's bait.

"Brigade commander, if I didn't estimate it, Sheldon's cavalry must be lying in ambush there, waiting for Pelt to take the bait!"

Sheldon's cavalry was in full swing when they had just arrived at the front, while Pelt's troops were exhausted from a ten-month siege, and both officers and soldiers were exhausted.

The military situation is like fire!

Now what?

"Brigadier Commander, what now?"

Chief of Staff Wu Deming looked at Bian Chengxun and asked.

"If the troops led by Piert suffer heavy casualties, then General Li will have only one choice, he can only retreat!"

Wu Deming's words made the atmosphere in the brigade headquarters tense, and everyone knew what it would mean if General Lee retreated, which meant that Richmond would fall.

"If General Lee retreats, by the time the 88th Division arrives in the Allied State, maybe the Allied State will cease to exist!"

Staring at the military map hanging on the wall that had not even had time to translate in a hurry, Bian Chengxun's brows were tightly locked, and he lightly tapped his elbow with his fingers with his hands in front of his arms, and after a moment of thought, he gritted his teeth and said.

"The 1st Regiment and the 2nd Regiment are attacking to reinforce Pierte!"

"Brigade commander, what about our defense line?"

"Leave it to the non-combat forces to defend, they are marines, if they can't even hold this line of defense, then they will urinate and drown themselves......"

After saying this, Bian Chengxun walked out of his headquarters quickly, and then jumped on his war horse. By this time, his orders had been transmitted by telephone to the various units on the defensive line and to the reserves in the rear. This is also the first time that field phones have been brought to the battlefield in North America, if it were not for the fact that last year's phone decryption was invested.

Bian Chengxun, who was riding on the horse, looked ahead with his eyebrows locked, and there was only one thought left in his heart at this time, he must rescue Piget's before he fell into the trap, otherwise, this battle will inevitably fall into defeat.

"Let's hope Pickett goes slower!"

Almost at the moment when Pickett led his troops to take the initiative to attack the Fifth Army, Grant, who received the telegram, immediately shouted excitedly.

"We won!"

In Grant's opinion, he did win, and from the very beginning of the attack, he completely exposed the flanks of the Fifth Army to Piget, and as soon as Piget launched an attack, the situation on the battlefield would change radically, because Robert Lee simply did not have many troops in his hands for him to squander!

"General, Sheldon sent someone to ask when his troops will be put into battle?"

"Tell Sheldon to wait a little longer, and wait a little longer...... Wait until Peggett has put everything on the line......"

The flanks of the Fifth Army at the forks were completely defenceless, and just as they had just stuffed their bullets into the chambers, the rebels came when the scouts spotted the thinly organized defensive line of Piget's troops!

Thousands of rebels, dressed in gray and yellow uniforms, came in formations. At this moment, Major Jason, who had just organized the defensive line, tightened his heart. In front of him, there were several regiments of the enemy, and the enemy was growing more and more. There are at least a few thousand of them.

Maybe it's because there are too many relationships. When they came out of the dark green woods, it was as if they had grown out of the ground, like the undead who had suddenly stepped out of the ground. Suddenly, they let out a terrible roar, a scalp-tingling howl.

It was a full regiment of troops, and as they attacked, the artillery of the Fifth Army began to fire shells at them, and soon they were drowned in smoke and explosions, and the steel fragments continued to take the lives of the soldiers, but they continued to rush towards the line of defense commanded by Jason.

And for Jason, all he saw was a cloud of smoke. The blue figure in front of him was busy reloading, constantly filling the chamber with bullets, and then shooting. Because of the popularity of rear-loading guns, they no longer need to press bullets there with a strip as in the past, and their rate of fire is also extremely fast.

However, the rebels on the opposite side did not stand there and were beaten, and they kept shooting back, and on Jason's side, soldiers were constantly knocked to the ground. A bullet hit a tree beside him. Jason glanced back, and then he saw a white core from where the bullet had hit. The danger made him crane his neck, run behind a boulder in front of him and crouch down, and then observed the situation on the battlefield, and with the order of the officer, another volley was fired. Through the gaps in the smoke, Jason saw the men in front of him kneeling on the ground, shooting at the enemy, and others cursing there.

Because of the smoke from the muzzle, he couldn't see who it was. But his soldiers continued to fire fiercely, pouring down on the enemy from behind rocks and trees. Jason could clearly see the gray-yellow figures falling. A man climbed up a large rock and flailed his arms like an Indian, and then a bullet hit him, and his body fell from the stone and disappeared. A group of enemies swarmed to the right, one or two hundred men. They suddenly stopped and fired in a column of three rows.

In the era of breech guns, this kind of column shooting was like a disaster, and as soon as they finished a round of shooting, someone was shot, and his body fell backwards, and the blood mist drifted in the air, and soon a dozen people fell.

A gunshot rang out in Jason's ears. He turned his head sideways and saw Michelle reloading. He said something, but the noise around him was so loud that he couldn't hear anything at all.

There were all kinds of voices around him: excited, painful, and angry. Looking further, he saw a red flag, fluttering in the smoke, it was a battle flag, the battle flag of the rebels, and despite the heavy casualties of the rebels, they had no intention of stopping the attack.

Picget, who had intended to attack the flanks of the Fifth Army and thus defeat the siege of Petersburg, was surprised by the enemy's combat effectiveness - but we were no worse!

Now he knew that there was no way back, either to crush the Fifth Army or to fail, with only one of the two inevitable endings.

Knowing that he had no other choice, Piget made up his mind.

"Get on the bayonet!"

Peggett commanded loudly.

For a moment, no one moved, and they didn't seem to have used to the order.

"We can use our superiority in strength to completely defeat the enemy, and as long as we can defeat the Fifth Army, we will be able to win this war."

Pickett said loudly to the people around her.

Most of the officers standing beside him just nodded blankly. Although the Yankees' defense line has not yet been overcome, it can be seen from their another volley that they are weak in firepower.

Pigett added:

"Those northerners must be exhausted, they are about to run out. Upper bayonet...... Wait, Siwell, you're in charge of the left wing. This time, we're sure to defeat the Yankees! ”

Then Piget looked at the people around him and said,

"We're going to charge and attack on the right flank. Flatten the battle line first. In this way, we can be like a broom, sweeping the enemy's line of defense and forcing it back. Do you understand? Everyone's self-aware? Siwell, you're in charge of Zuoji. When I give the order, you will do it, and the whole regiment will attack the right flank together, and we will create more confusion on the flanks of the Fifth Army!

"Okay,"

Siwell said as he nodded,

"Yes, sir."

"Let's go."

Picket raised his sword and shouted with the loudest voice he could,

"Get on the bayonet!"

When he gave this order, he knew very well in his heart that from the moment he took the initiative to attack the flank of the Fifth Army, he had no other choice, and now the fate of the entire Confederate States of America was in his hands, and this attack would determine the future of the country!

He saw the officers return to their units, and then began to call the shots, and the soldiers loaded their bayonets with the barrels of their guns, and there was a sonorous sound in the collision. He heard the excited roars of the soldiers. The malnourished soldiers, though in ragged clothes, did not show the slightest cowardice, but howled bravely, like Indians, and their roar was strange: hoarse, and not very clear, but revealing the wildness of their hearts.

As Picket began to march towards the enemy's lines, the Flag Guards followed him. Here you can easily see that the enemy is shooting as they move. He saw a tall man with a rifle aimed at him.

The target is me!

Before even waiting for Peggett to react, he saw a flash of fire from the muzzle of the gun, and a small cloud of smoke rose from the muzzle, and Piget, who thought he was going to die, even closed his eyes, but when he closed his eyes, he did not hear the whistling of bullets.

Missed!

Ha ha!

Realizing that the bullet had missed, he immediately rushed out and stood on a gray stone. The standard-bearers beside him had raised their banners high into the air, and the Yankees were only a hundred yards away from them at most. Picket raised his saber and, with all the strength of his body, let out a roar from his chest:

"Get on the bayonet, rush! Get on the bayonet, rush! Get on the bayonet and rush ......"

When he jumped off the rock, his mouth was still shouting, and his voice was almost hoarse. The soldiers beside him also let out a beastly roar. He saw that the whole division had stood up, and began to attack the Yankees, and rushed towards the Yankees.

They walked through the bushes and over the people lying on the ground, their hats dropped, their hair and beards flying, their voices roaring like savages. A soldier fired his last bullet as he ran. Pigett seemed stunned when he saw the enemy troops in front of him, and many of them crouched down, then turned around and fled.

This changes so fast!

So much so that he was a little unconvinced, and hundreds of enemies began to turn around and flee, and they abandoned their defenses.

Only a very small number of people will stop shooting. But after firing, they also turned and fled.

When Pigett saw an enemy, he even dropped his gun and ran. Then there was another such pride. A bullet grazed his coat. He thought he had pulled on a thorn, but when he looked down, he saw the long gash - fortunately it didn't hit.

At this time he spotted an enemy officer: wearing a blue uniform, with a beautiful beard, a pistol and a saber at his waist. Picket immediately stepped forward, his sword in one hand and his pistol in the other, aiming at the enemy, but missed.

Then he raised his sword, and the officer spotted him and raised his gun. Pickett was rushing towards him at such speed that he couldn't stop at all. He saw the muzzle of the black hole pointed at him, only a few feet away. The officer with the pistol in his hand was blurred, and his own brain was blank.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still in front of the muzzle of the black hole. But the bullet didn't come out!

There are no bullets in the gun!

At this time, Piget's sword was already against the other party's throat!

It was as if God had blessed it, as if it were God's protection, so much so that until this point Peggett could not believe that it was all true, that God was on his side.

"I surrender to you!"

The officer voluntarily surrendered his sword, and Picket immediately retracted his hand, he was a gentleman and would never kill a surrendering enemy.

"And your pistol!"

Looking at the officer, Picket ordered loudly.

The officer handed him a pistol, a Cort revolver for cavalry, a very beautiful pistol.

"I'm your captive."

The officer's face was as yellow as white paper, perhaps he had not yet adapted to being captured so easily. As Piget thought so, he nodded.

"Yes, you are my captive!"

He did it! Successfully breaking through the Yankees' defenses, everything below is simple, he only needs to attack the enemy's flank, at this time Grant has no other choice, for him, now is the ......

Just as Piget was saying this to himself in the bottom of his heart, suddenly, a distant voice made his face change suddenly, and he looked into the distance in horror, and his face instantly turned pale!

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