The red of the British Chinese Army is not the same as the red of the British Army, the red of the Britons is too bright and has a hint of dryness, while the red of the British Army is slightly darker than the "positive red", and it feels thicker, and there is a hint of the red of the British people slightly washed away.

Therefore, whether it was the red spots of the corpses in the distance, or the red tide on the opposite bank under the cover of the artillery on the left and right sides, he stepped on the pontoon bridge to grab the red tide on the other side, and he still had a sense of substitution in the middle of it, and he still calmly looked down on the battle in front of him with a detached pride.

Charolle Clinton has a triple identity, a major in the British Army, a member of the East India Company, and the chief instructor of the Anglo-Chinese Army Yashan Training Camp. He was recommended by Captain Popper, the British East India Company's commissioner in Canton, and experienced the War of the Spanish Succession under the British general Duke Marlborough, fought two battles of Odenald and Malpraquet, and trained the princely state army in the East India Company.

But the reason why Li Xi retained him had nothing to do with these experiences, and the other two officers recommended by Popper also had thick resumes, and it was entirely the surname Clinton that made Li Xi interested in him. Clinton, a British general during the American Revolutionary War, and President Clinton, who had a broken trouser zipper in his time, may be a descendant of Major Clinton.

Unlike Li Xian's psychology of being an outsider, Major Clinton's psychology can be sensed by almost every Anglo-Chinese army general who has had contact with him, even if he is sluggish. You don't have to look at the angle of his gaze, just look at the height of his chin.

The remnants of the old empire, the hillbillies who tried to innovate on their own, the poor medieval wretches who did not understand "modern warfare", I, Uncle Clinton, have come to wash you away so that you can understand what kind of unfathomable technology "modern warfare" is, and even the art that makes people feel refreshed and intoxicated

When Major Clinton first arrived at the Yashan training camp, he held on to this mentality and on the other hand guarded the expectation that he would be the chief military instructor of this new country.

He then suffered a double whammy, first of all, he was only responsible for teaching the 1,500-strong army to be a "complete Europa army", and the task of this force was not to fight, but to use it for exercises, so that the other British and Chinese armies could familiarize themselves with the fighting methods of the Europa army.

Secondly, he had all the strength to train and assemble 1,500 unruly or cowardly idiots, fools, and stupid geese into a reliably functioning war machine, which was the most difficult and most reflective of the trainer's level in Britain and even in the entire Europa training unit. As a result, he found that he did not have to do all the training of obedience. These 1,500 soldiers are forbidden by orders, and they can't fight back or scold, and they are simply the "perfect soldiers" that all officers dream of.

These soldiers could even skip musket shooting training, because each of them had fired hundreds of live ammunition, five times as many as he had trained in Europa and ten times as many in India.

What he can show his value is to revise the queue combat skills of these soldiers, as well as to build the command and management system from the company to the battalion level from scratch.

He immersed himself in these two tasks, and in half a year, he trained the Yashan Battalion into an authentic British army, and he even dared to guarantee that if this army was pulled to Europa, it would not fall behind against the enemy with the same number of elite armies as any country.

But before this army could play a teaching role, the war in Luzon began. He submitted several petitions to lead this force into battle and to crush the Spaniards with the iron fist he had tempered.

He went to war as he wished, but unfortunately he only went to Luzon alone as a front-line adviser.

As long as they could show their own value, and let these "Serisians" (obviously, in the East India Company, the term was derogatory, with countless meanings such as "freshly unearthed antiques", "donkeys who thought they were horses", etc.) to submit to the British Army's "modern art of warfare", even if the expectations were always fulfilled with discounts, Major Clinton endured.

At this moment, he calmly watched the battle, and secretly chanted Kassandra's curse in his heart. Most of them will be defeated, and the opposite side is the Spaniards, the Spain of Europa. Only we Europa people can deal with Europa, don't look at your good guns, but this kind of game is by no means a ...... that you Seris can afford, "the pontoon bridge is not enough, far from enough, you can't cross the river by a channel"

"What about the flanks? Why don't you even flank and push straight forward? ”

"The next company is really sluggish, and the next company is only starting to form a team at this time?" He muttered, but the interpreter seemed to be distracted by the sound of gunfire and didn't hear it at all.

Probably two companies of the enemy pulled the column from the left and right flanks to approach, and the four-pound guns on the bank began to speak, and then the two companies changed into an oblique horizontal formation, preparing to flank a sentry of about 100 red-clothed soldiers who had crossed the river, and the follow-up outpost of the red-clothed soldiers was urgently crossing the river.

Seeing that the 100 people who crossed the river were lined up in a wide figure-eight formation and dealt with the two sides separately, Major Clinton's calmness finally disappeared.

He clenched his fists and shouted to Jiang Qiudao, who was not far away: "Isn't this a performance, do you have to pose for S, H, I, T tricks next?" ”。

Clinton finally substituted into the red, pointed ahead, and quickly gave the order for the company to shrink into a dense horizontal formation, retreat as it struck, and then let the company behind urgently deploy Don't count on the artillery on the shore, they can't be accurate to the center of the diagonal formation."

After shouting for a long time, the interpreter did not speak, Major Clinton was almost mad, and he screwed the interpreter, and then Jiang Qiudao spoke, and the interpreter conveyed his words Major Clinton, your task is to tell me what the Spaniards will do, not to give me orders. ”

This sentence was like a hammer, which smashed Major Clinton's eyes dizzy, and it turned out that he was going to be such an "adviser".

Not to be outdone, he said: "My order is the best response, we have been fighting with the Spaniards in Europa for countless years......"

Jiang Qiudao said: "This is our war, and because it is the first time we have officially fought with the Spaniards, we must decide how to fight it ourselves." ”

Clinton gritted his teeth and said, "Even if it fails? Jiang Qiudao nodded: "That's right, even if it fails, this is the price that must be paid." ”

Clinton rolled his eyes: "Ahh

The two companies of Spain Yijing clamped the sentry of the British and Chinese soldiers from both wings, although there were four-pound guns on both sides to cover, but the other side was in an oblique formation, and the bullet surface was extremely narrow, even if it was swept by the head and tail, only one or two figures were gone. Although hitting the center of the formation can hurt a large area, but hundreds of feet away, the probability is too small.

The two companies of the Spaniards did not suffer any heavy damage under the artillery fire, and approached to a distance of about 30 feet, and the platoons of guns on both sides roared, and the collision between the British and Chinese Army and the Spanish Army began.

Although there was a battle of the Fubo Army before, for Jiang Qiudao, it was still the aftermath of the naval battle, and it had nothing to do with the army. In this first battle, he still followed the judgment of the past, did not pay too much attention to details, and only hoped that the front post could withstand it for a few minutes.

Fluffy ......

Puff puff......

The sound of the Spaniard's platoon guns was more brittle, Yinghua's platoon guns were more muffled, the guns on both sides roared almost at the same time, and as soon as the smoke of gunpowder rose, Jiang Qiudao's eyelids blinked rapidly.

Thirty zhang is not an accurate hit distance of twenty zhang, let alone a bayonet distance of ten zhang. But he defeated more than a dozen people, and the other party was only the same number.

The outpost that crossed the river first was naturally the elite of Jiang Qiudao's battalion, and the sentry commander was even slightly shaken after this platoon of guns. Jiang Qiudao's heart sank, and he understood the sentry chief's vacillation. This is a situation that has never been experienced before. The second battalion of the Luzon Dispatch Army led by him was formed by the veterans of the Yulin Army and the Eagle Yang Army, and they had always been accustomed to being outnumbered, and they did not pay attention to the Spaniards who were twice their size.

At the moment, there were so many casualties in this platoon of guns, the contrast was too great, and the sentry commander was stunned.

Fortunately, there are many veterans, and the commanders urge their subordinates to load the ammunition quickly in accordance with the combat regulations, but the loading speed at this time is far from being as calm as when facing the Qing army and the natives in the past.

The second platoon of guns rang out almost at the same time, and the sentry knocked down a dozen or so people, and the formation suddenly thinned out. The number of Spaniards was a little less, and from the formation point of view, it didn't matter at all.

Clinton blushed and cursed, "Don't you know basic arithmetic? Do you think you can face one against two? At most three more volleys, your company will be completely wandan."

Jiang Qiudao patted his numb cheek and exhaled: "It's okay...... The ultimate is not a demon. Although he was holding on his mouth, he was also anxious in his heart, the second sentinel, with three small cannons, had just crossed the pontoon bridge, and there were still twenty or thirty zhang away from the first post, and the warriors of the first post had to top at least two rounds of volleys.

Europa's army, as expected, is not a Tartar soldier, it can exchange one for one with us, or its own elite, this battle is a little difficult......

Jiang Qiudao finally came to his senses, and roughly felt the taste of Zheng Yong and Feng must have talked about the Spaniards earlier, which was very hard, and if he didn't pay attention, he would break his teeth.

When the second sentry arrived, two more rounds of guns fired at each other, but the first sentry redcoats were unable to organize a volley of fire, and could only return fire sporadically. Clinton involuntarily closed his eyes and observed a moment of silence for this brave and fearless company. At the same time, in order to add fuel, it is a pity that the second outpost soldier who can't avoid the fate of the former.

Tom tom tom ......

Then a strange noise ripped open Clinton's eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a field of fireworks exploding in the ranks of the Spaniards.

“Shit”

Clinton cursed, he didn't see grenadiers, Spain had very few grenadiers in the colonies, and the Anglo-Chinese Army, there were no tall and strong men who could be grenadiers.

Three flowering shells disrupted the rhythm of the company on the Spaniard's side, and the second outpost was deployed on the side of the flying cannon, and a row of guns, even guns and cannons, immediately caused the company to suffer a heavy blow, and more than 20 people were defeated at once, and the situation was suddenly pulled back to the Anglo-Chinese side.

The third and fourth outposts continued to cross the river, and even the four-pound guns also shifted their positions and prepared to cross the river. The Spaniards' brigade gradually approached, and the outpost battle between the two sides came to an end. Two Spanish companies retreated with sixty or seventy dead and wounded, while the first outpost of the British and Chinese troops had suffered more than fifty casualties.

After crossing the river, seeing the strange-looking flying cannon, Clinton had to admit that the British and Chinese Army's attainments in artillery had greatly changed the combat mode.

In the face of the more than 1,000 Spaniards who had been fully extended, and then looking at the Anglo-Chinese Army that had crossed the river one after another and stretched out a front of seven or eight hundred people, Major Clinton took a deep breath and said to Jiang Qiudao What will the Spaniards do, I close my eyes and know it, you listen carefully......"

Jiang Qiudao's stubborn pride suddenly made Major Clinton realize that this was a fledgling hunter who was trying out knives, and he was not afraid of pain and wanted to taste how sharp the blade was. This kind of thing, as an outsider, really can't be overstepped.

The cannon roared, and the red-clothed soldiers marched forward to meet the enemy troops with a steady pace, and Major Clinton estimated the enemy's dynamics and sighed with emotion, the pride of the Seris people was really deep and subtle.