When the sun rose high in the sky and the time came to about 11 o'clock at noon, the two military formations that entered the battlefield were basically in place, showing two armies with distinct camps on the Kongsby Plateau, sabre-rattling, and boundless killing intent was permeated on this clear day.

Humans are really strange creatures, always finding all sorts of reasons to kill each other, and the killing comes and goes with the establishment and fall of dynasties, and never stops.

Sitting on the war horse, Li Fushou had this kind of out of tune in his heart at this moment, and then he put it behind him with a smile, and asked lightly; "Where is Corps B now?"

"Your Majesty, about 8~9 kilometers from the rear, after receiving the order, its vanguard can reach the battlefield within half an hour."

"Well, the Confederates have such a plan, right?"

"Yes, the Victorian Corps has reinforced three infantry divisions to the front in a week, all by sea, on British steamers, and now the position is shrunk to the Beilun line, the distance is not more than 20 kilometers, and it can be reached in three hours if you march quickly."

"These damn Brits, and the damn South Pacific Task Force."

"We have formally sent a letter of protest in the hope that London will put an end to this deliberate connivance that exacerbates the situation, which is not good for the situation in Australia."

"Your Excellency Chief of Staff, you can't wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, contact the Navy Staff Headquarters, and ask them to send their home fleet to patrol with a mighty force, so that the British can restrain a little."

"This ......"

Vice Admiral Conrad Adenauer looked a little hesitant, on the one hand, he did not want to stimulate the Royal Navy of the British Empire, and on the other hand, he simply did not want the Navy to share the glory of the Army.

As the saying goes, the ass decides the head, and this unprecedented Northern and Southern War is the stage of the Kingdom Army, what is the matter with the Navy?

Seeing His Majesty's majestic gaze glancing over, Lieutenant General Conrad Adenauer was furious, realizing that His Majesty was not asking for his opinion, but giving an order, and hurriedly replied; "The old minister respectfully obeys His Majesty's instructions."

"What a big fight!" Li Fushou sighed insincerely, raised his hand and looked at the customized diamond watch on his wrist, and said; "It's almost time, and everyone who should come has come, so let's get started."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

On the tense battlefield, the armies of the north and the south were far apart.

There is no barbed wire, and there are no trenches.

Both sides are lined up in arrays, the middle is the main infantry formation, the cavalry divisions on both sides press the formation, the huge military formation with clear distinctions has been stretched to the far distance, people are like the sea, guns are like forests, and the big battle is about to break out.

At this time, the loud and majestic sound of military music was played, piercing the silent sky.

The sound of military music was the order to attack, and the boundless northern army began to press forward, and the soldiers marched in a neat queue, instantly breaking the fragile balance and opening the prelude to the general battle.

Then, the mournful sound of Irish bagpipes was played, and the white soldiers of the Confederate Army marched in a neat line.

The artillery positions in the rear roared in unison, poured out shells, and exploded on the enemy positions, setting off one bloody storm after another.

The originally clear sky suddenly changed color, rendering a thick blue-black smoke.

It didn't take a few minutes

The artillery positions were already covered in thick smoke, and only the muzzles of the guns, which still flickered brightly, roared angrily, pouring more ammunition out.

On the originally calm field, now like an oil pot poured into a basin of cold water boiling, from time to time there are shells exploding in the advancing queue, emptying the soldiers within a radius of more than 10 meters, stumps and broken arms flying in the air, and red blood is splashed everywhere.

The commander at the front of the queue shouted orders to maintain the queue, and soon the soldiers in the rear came up and continued to attack.

Aerial shells flew, most of them landed in the open field, and some of the shells flew over the heads of the infantry to the enemy artillery positions, where they carried out covering fire.

From the very beginning, the Battle of Constance's Plateau was at a fever pitch.

The thick sound of artillery resounded like rolling thunder, trying to inflict a large number of casualties on the opponent's living forces.

Riding a horse stands on a high ridge

Li Fushou held the binoculars in both hands and looked down on the entire battlefield, and after a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the first artillery offensive and defensive battles

The advanced artillery of the Ocean Kingdom took the lead, and in the dense covering fire, the artillery fire was denser and more deadly, inflicting heavy casualties on the opposing infantry ranks several times that of their own side.

Through the telescope, it can be seen that the phalanx of the first wave of the attack of the Confederate Army has been blown up and scattered, and it is impossible to maintain the previous calmness.

The white soldiers were hesitant and scattered under great fear, and although the front-line commanders tried their best to maintain them, the formation remained much looser and collapsed.

On the other hand, the military formation of the Northern Ocean Kingdom was more rigorous and neat, and its steps were firm.

The shelling is dominated by small and medium-caliber field artillery, and large-caliber heavy artillery accounts for less than 110, and is more used for long-range bombardment of high-value targets such as enemy artillery positions, and will not be used to bombard infantry.

This is because heavy artillery shells are very expensive, and it is obviously not cost-effective to use them to fight mosquitoes, and destroying the more threatening enemy artillery positions is the king.

Cannonballs flew and exploded clouds of smoke.

900 m ...... 700 m ...... 600 m ......

The infantry arrays of both sides continued to approach, and because the distance was too close, it was easy to be injured by mistake, and the artillery in the rear soon stopped pouring artillery fire on the infantry ranks, and the rest of the battle was left to the infantry to solve on themselves, and they poured more shells into the enemy's artillery positions, and the same brutal artillery battle began.

"Column, field artillery out of line, shoot with all ......"

The infantry commander held high the snow knife and gave an order, and the infantry army formation of the Ocean Kingdom quickly stopped, and dragged out the 60 mm field gun from the rear of the queue, this kind of small and medium-caliber field gun mounted on two wheels is very convenient, two people in front of it are dragged, and two people in the back are pushed, and they can move with the infantry attack line.

The 60 mm caliber field guns that were pushed out of the queue made the white soldiers on the opposite side dumbfounded at first glance......

They had just escaped the brutal baptism of artillery fire, and they were expecting to win back the field through the battle of bayonets, and give vent to their frustration of being ravaged by artillery fire.

Who would have thought

The other party's hula has launched so many small and medium-caliber artillery, it is simply too much, the key is that there is no one on his side!

This can't blame the white soldiers for having a broken mood, they were already beaten miserably by round after round of artillery fire, and they finally managed to survive here, but you still came to this set, and there was really no way to survive at all!

600 meters is not embarrassing, it is too far for the rifle, and too close for the artillery, and the two sides are not close to each other.

The Northern Army didn't care what the white soldiers were thinking, and the 60-mm field guns that were dragged out of the line flattened their muzzles, and they began to bombard the enemy fiercely.

The small steel cannon "dong dong" rang non-stop, sweeping out one flesh passage after another in the ranks of white soldiers, setting off a bloody storm in the sky.

This kind of direct fire is especially harmful to the infantry, because there is no such thing as an empty shot, and the infantry lined up at the enemy can be bombarded, and each cannon can more or less take the lives of several soldiers.

To the despair of the white soldiers of the Confederate Army, there was no such convenient artillery weapon in their army, and there was a gap in the firepower connection, so they could only endure the baptism of steel artillery fire and endure heavy casualties and had no other choice.

The muzzles of the black holes caused great fear, and the offensive formations of the white soldiers were visibly chaotic.

Barely holding on for a few minutes, unilaterally enduring the ravages of direct artillery fire, when the two sides approached a distance of more than 400 meters, the commander of the Southern Union Army could no longer bear it, waved his command knife and pointed forward, and launched the order of the white-bladed center.

In an instant

The Confederate array let out a tsunami-like roar, and the soldiers ran with their snowy blades, quickly closing the distance between the two sides.

300 m ...... 200 m ......

The cannon roared, but it could not stop the white-bladed charge that spread like a tidal wave.

Everywhere the Confederate army passed, there were corpses and severed arms everywhere, and the crimson blood gave the land a particularly poignant picture, and countless soldiers fought like ants, falling under artillery fire and gunfire......

180 m ...... 150 m ......

The guns of the counterattack rang out, and the soldiers operating the 60-mm field guns continued to be shot and fell, and the substitute artillery in the rear just rushed over, and fell down with another bullet, and blood bloomed in their chests, showing the heroism and heroism of going forward and successing.

There was no accuracy in shooting while running, but the large number of white soldiers raised their guns and fired, still causing fatal casualties to the unsheltered 60mm field artillery in front of the line, and the fire became intermittent, and the Chinese soldiers behind the 60mm field guns also continued to be shot and fell, and then the soldiers in the back row silently replaced.

See this scenario

The white soldiers, battered all the way, became frantic, and shouted louder and louder, converging into a deafening shout of killing, as if this was the only way to drive away the fear in their hearts and give themselves courage.

In the face of the enemy's menacing attack, behind the first wave of attack platoons, there were also infantry platoons with thicker formations in the second and third waves, which rushed like a tidal wave.

The commander of the infantry of the Ocean Kingdom calmly gave the order; "Fire, shoot......"

Thousands of soldiers fired in unison, and the sound of the volley guns that resounded in the sky continued, forming a violent storm of projectiles to sweep past, and the attacking white soldiers of the Northern Army were like hitting an invisible wall, and their bodies were chiseled with piercing blood holes, and they fell weakly on the way forward and died.

In the army of the Northern Ocean Kingdom

The Chinese soldiers in the front of the platoon finished the magazines in their hands, silently put away their guns and turned around and returned to the back of the queue to reload their bullets.

The soldiers in the first row in the rear knelt down and raised their guns according to the officer's command, and the soldiers in the second row stood and raised their guns, and after the order to open fire, they fired fiercely until all the bullets in the magazine were fired, and then they silently turned back to the rear of the line, and so on, like a killing machine, rigid and efficient.

The lethality of the platoon guns was enormous, and after a few rounds of firing, the white soldiers of the Confederate Army finally collapsed in the first wave, leaving behind a large number of corpses and fleeing, even if the commander tried to stop it.

After the baptism of artillery fire and platoon gun strikes, the first wave of white southern soldiers had become sparse and dog-like, and the formation was scattered, unable to organize effective platoon shooting, and the white-knuckle charge alone could not break the well-arranged array of the northern army, and the fiasco seemed inevitable.

On the battlefield

The fate of the deserters was tragic, they had to bear the double fire of their own side and the other side, many soldiers simply fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, some were forced to go crazy and began to shoot indiscriminately until they were killed, and some sat on the ground crying bitterly......

The confusion didn't last long, and the second wave of Confederate soldiers with a thicker array pressed up again, and the distance was close to within 400 meters.

At this moment, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded on the left side of the Southern Union army, and the cavalry charge of thousands of horses made the earthquake tremble, sweeping like a storm.

Facing the unfavorable situation of the war

General Gavin Williamson, commander-in-chief of the Confederate Army, chose to take the lead in changing formation, sending the Livingston Cavalry Division on the left flank to storm the battlefield, trying to hit a powerful left hook to crush the enemy Panther Cavalry Division protecting the left flank, tear through the left flank defense, and fiercely penetrate to disrupt the Northern Army array, creating favorable cover for the infantry attack.

In such a battle of astonishing scale, the infantry corps that had already begun to attack rushed forward like a giant wheel that could not stop the car, and there was no other possibility of either evenly fighting and crushing to pieces, or forcibly tearing through the enemy's defenses and winning the victory.

As an experienced army general, Admiral Gavin Williamson chose to use one of his cards, the Livingston Cavalry Division, to charge the enemy position, intending to create a local situation in favor of his side and bring back the current passive offensive situation.

Left flank of the battlefield

Tens of thousands of Livingston Cavalry Division soldiers launched a frantic attack amid the sound of horses' hooves, and the sharp sabers wielded in their hands merged into a dizzying jungle of swords, like a raging wind, like an unstoppable rolling torrent.

The exuberant white cavalry galloped on their horses, and the cannonballs whistled and exploded not far away, instantly tearing apart the hapless companions and their horses, which did not affect the wild white cavalry in the slightest, and they shouted and charged with hoarse sabers in their hands, hoping to replicate the glorious history of the cavalry of their predecessors.

The sound of horses' hooves rumbled across the land, and the enemy's leopard cavalry division array in front of them was impressively in front of them, and the distance between the two sides was no more than 1.5 kilometers, which would pass by in just a few minutes, and the other party still had no intention of riding horses to meet the battle, as if waiting for something?

This caused a bad feeling to rise in the hearts of the white cavalrymen, and then they were quickly overwhelmed by the euphoria.

At this time, the officers and men of the Leopard Cavalry Division of the Northern Army were all fully armed and sitting on their horses, with guns in their hands and bullets in their chambers, looking coldly at the white cavalry division that swept across the field like a storm, and behaved extremely calmly.

Under the command of the commander, the neat cavalry platoon split into countless small openings, from which 60-mm field guns and a dozen heavy machine guns were launched, and then quickly loaded and loaded, and then fired frantically.

The scorching cannonballs roared, weaving a rain of bullets that weaved death, and suddenly exploded, blowing the galloping white cavalry into flesh and blood, and breaking bones and tendons.

And that's not all

The heavy machine guns then roared in fright, and the staggered strafing brought more damage, and for a while, the cavalrymen who rushed in the front row rolled on their backs, tumbling and falling, and the mournful neighing of the war horses mixed with the screams of the soldiers sounded together, and the whole scene of bloody slaughter was unbearable.

Because the cavalry charge required more space, the frontal width of the attack of the Livingston Cavalry Division, which numbered as many as tens of thousands, was more than 2 kilometers wide, and under the combined blows of artillery fire and heavy machine guns, the white cavalry spread out like frightened rabbits, and doubled in size in the blink of an eye.

With such a wide front of the attack, it was impossible to turn sharply, and the terrified white cavalry could only face the artillery fire and heavy machine-gun bullets, hoping that every minute and every second of hard time would pass as soon as possible, and perhaps that was the hope of life.

The cavalry charge was extremely fast, and the distance between the two sides was quickly shortened to within three hundred meters, and just when the white cavalry of the Livingston Cavalry Division thought that the worst was over, a terrifying scene occurred.

Under the orders of the commander, the soldiers of the Leopard Cavalry Division raised their Mauser 1871 magazine rifles in their hands, pointed the muzzle of the black hole straight ahead, and then began a fierce volley of gun fire, round after round.

The whistling rain of bullets shrouded in one side, as if an invisible giant slammed his palm, fanning the wild charging white cavalry off his horse, and the momentum of the fierce attack suddenly stopped, accompanied by the roar of heavy machine guns, the white cavalry was knocked over like dumplings.

At this time, the Livingston cavalry division had lost more than half of it, and the white cavalry in the rear was afraid to hold on to the reins of their horses, and invariably chose to flee in the direction further to the left, where the blank space at the end of the enemy formation seemed to be the only hope for life.

At this moment, the mentality of the white cavalry has collapsed, and there is no idea of continuing to fight.

The Oriental Yankees are too unsophisticated, whose cavalry fights like this? Do you want the glory of the cavalry? How can flesh and blood be able to fight against bullets, this is simply too bullying.

It can be clearly seen from the offensive route of the Livingston Cavalry Division, showing a distinct "J" shape, and the charging cavalry, in order to avoid the combined attack of artillery and rifles, involuntarily chose to avoid its edge and turned to the more left direction where there was no enemy.

They may have forgotten that in doing so they would expose their weak side to the enemy.

Sure enough

The ferocious fire of the leopard cavalry division did not stop for a moment, and the rain of death bullets swept over like an iron comb, and the white cavalry that blew near the northern cavalry array fell like leeks like a whirlwind, and finally there were few white cavalry Liao Liao who could rush over, and then faced the fierce pursuit of the cavalry brigade, and the fate of complete destruction seemed to be inevitable.

"It's over, it's all over, the Livingston Cavalry Division is finished."

In the face of this unreasonable cavalry play, Admiral Gavin Williamson's eyes twitched violently a few times, and then closed his eyes in pain, a cavalry division that had cost a lot of money was buried in his own hands, and he couldn't help but blame himself deeply when he felt the great pain.