On the other side, 20 minutes later, Manuel saw more than 300 deserters with a disgraced face.

These guys originally planned to flee the battlefield directly, but they circled around and found that the entire battlefield was indeed airtight and there was no way out.

Instead of escaping, he was detained by other soldiers.

Manuel was furious, and he was unaware of the situation at the front due to the smoke and crowds.

He was full of anticipation, but only a few minutes ago did he know that a large number of cavalry had fled.

It made him feel like a clown!

He found the few officers in the deserter ranks, and when he went up, he slapped him and scolded: "Pablo, your family is disgraced because of you!" ”

Pablo, who was in his 20s in front of him and had a beautiful face, actually cried "whining".

Not only because of shame and rebuke, but also because of crying for his imminent final fate.

"Cry, are you still a man? Coward! Manuel was even more angry, and kicked him directly in the stomach, this merciless kick, combined with the hard military boots, directly made Pablo curl up on the ground in pain, moaning like a shrimp.

Manuel didn't bother to look at him, and ordered the adjutant: "Let the cavalry retreat somewhat, I will come to the battlefield for execution." ”

Enemy reinforcements arrived soon, and every second was precious, but he knew better that if he didn't set up this model, he wouldn't want to fight.

……

Ten minutes later, the cavalry phalanx lined up neatly around Manuel, silently watching him and the deserters next to him.

"It's all good!" Manuel looked around with a fierce look, "These cowards, just now, abandoned their companions!" Betrayed the honor! Escaped! ”

"Now, according to military law, I will put them all to death, does anyone have an opinion!" He paused.

The scene was silent, except for the distant sound of artillery fire.

"Excellent! Hear it all! Among these cowards, there are commoners, there are nobles! However, to run away is not to give me a way to live, not to give me a way to live, I don't care if you are a nobleman or a commoner, you will die! The same goes for you!

However, as long as you are brave in battle, I guarantee it with family honor! You will be rewarded handsomely, and even if you die in battle, your family will receive your pension and bonuses! Manuel drank.

With that, he took a few steps back and separated the few minor noble officers separately.

Subsequently, two platoons of soldiers continued to shoot and execute the bound deserters.

Since the rifle was a single shot, killing a person required a reload, and the scene became unusually slow and terrifying, and the execution took nearly a minute.

No one spoke, only the painful whimpering of the soldiers who had not died after being shot, but even the whimpering was indistinct due to the gauze in their mouths.

Finally, when the execution was over, Manuel turned his head to look at the aristocratic officers next to him.

These guys smelled the smell of blood wafting through the air, trembled like chaff, and went straight incontinent, slumped on the ground trying to get away from the devil in front of them.

Manuel sighed: "Don't be a deserter in the next life." ”

He loaded the bullet, aimed it at Pablo, and in the latter's frenzied shaking of his head, pulled the trigger.

"Bang"...bang"...bang"...bang"..."bang"..."bang"..."bang"

It was all over, he returned the rifle to the deputy and left the scene of the execution.

Since then, the 2,500 men who have made the first charge have been wiped out.

The morale benefits of this execution were obvious, and even if the cavalry in the back did not witness it with their own eyes, they still felt a huge shock in this atmosphere and listened to the colorful descriptions of their comrades.

Manuel was happy to see all this, but the more realistic question lay in front of him - how to win this war.

"Obviously, the grenade worked even better than we expected." He said.

The deputy nodded approvingly, and learned from the mouths of the front-line soldiers that the only thing that caused effective casualties in this charge was a wooden-handled grenade.

"How many grenades are still in stock?"

The deputy had expected it, and said with a wry smile: "Not much, about 10,000." ”

"Send them all, one person with two, and give priority to equipping the First Cavalry Division." Manuel said in a deep voice.

"Yes." The deputy reminded: "At most there is more than an hour left, the 1st Catalan Division will arrive, and if nothing else, they should have already disembarked from the train by now and are heading along the road towards our side." ”

"Prepare for a general attack, but let the infantry rush first this time."

……

It was probably the fastest war of the era, and it was a matter of life and death in a matter of hours.

This time, it was Carlos' infantry who were the first to move, and with the drive of the officers and the promise of money, they launched a general charge without fear of death.

They were met head-on by the 2nd Division, but the closer distance made it easier for Gatling to vent his firepower, and the rifles in the infantry's hands were more useful.

With the support of the number of people, the casualty rate of the 2nd Division increased sharply.

In fact, the firepower of the Second Division has been weakened a lot so far in the war, and in addition to the loss of soldiers, the loss of equipment is also very serious.

Being destroyed by enemy artillery is one thing, more often than not, it is a breakdown of itself.

The 2nd Division had previously laughed at the enemy's use of Yankee warehouses, but in fact most of their own weapons were the same.

Armstrong cannons are British-made, and many are almost 10 years old.

And the reason why Britain abandoned the continued installation of Armstrong rear-loading guns was because they were not very stable.

One can imagine how high their failure rate will be on such a fierce battlefield.

Gatling is also the case, this hand-cranked machine gun itself has a very high chance of jamming or disconnecting, which is a great test of the psychological quality of the shooter and the ammunition supplyer.

Unless your heart is as cold as a knife, it's normal to get stuck 3 or 4 times in the whole battle, and if you have too many cards, you need to repair them.

While the 2nd Division was busy suppressing the charging infantry, most of Carlos's cavalry also moved.

Unlike the previous temptation, this time the entire cavalry was divided into two formations, and one charge was tens of thousands of people.

In the wars of this era, the main body is still people after all, as long as there is no generation difference in weapons, the number of people can smooth out most things.

The firepower of the 2nd Division was strong, but it was not enough to compensate for the numerical disadvantage.

"Boom!" "Bang!"

Under the blow of artillery fire, the cavalrymen, who had suffered heavy losses, rushed to the front, and with a heart of revenge, threw grenades at the machine-gun positions and skirmishers, and at once blew the line open.

Then, they either pulled out their sabers and slashed at each other again, or they simply drew their sabers and slashed them.

"Get on the bayonet!" Under the shouts of the officers, some soldiers of the 2nd Division showed the front end of their chasebo rifles and 72-centimeter bayonets, and launched a brutal white-knuckle battle with the enemy.