Within three minutes of the successful flares of the glass marking the position of the U.S. artillery positions, at least 50 shells were poured onto the small platform of 'Ring 3, Array 6, and Radius 10'.

It sounds simple, but behind it is a lot of preparation, trust, cooperation, and determination that is hard to measure in numbers...... Even if the same situation happens again, there is no guarantee that such a miracle will be repeated!

Only with the concerted efforts of body and soul can such a brilliant feat be accomplished.

Only at such a special time, a group of special people can accomplish such a special mission!

Many years later, in Soap's book, which he named the bombardment 'The Miracle of the Alamo', he interviewed Colonel Orleano, the commander of the 1st Artillery Company, who was still alive at the time.

"Colonel, didn't you suspect that the signal might be inaccurate?"

Colonel Orleno waved his thick right arm, and his empty left sleeve was also flying with his gestures, as excited as if he was about to beat up soap: "How can the signals that the comrades of the reconnaissance group have exchanged their lives for be inaccurate......"

At this point, Colonel Orleano's tears rolled down his face, "...... In order to fire these four shots, the reconnaissance team of more than 300 people, and in the end only one came back...... Even their regimental commander died...... If I can't even trust such a comrade-in-arms, who else can I trust? What else can I do but trust them...... If it weren't for the fact that they trusted our artillery, why would they have sacrificed their lives like this......"

Orleano couldn't stop crying, and his tears soaked a handkerchief. It took a long time to calm down.

Soap then asked, "But at that time, you didn't actually receive a reply from your superiors agreeing to open fire, in a way, it was actually an unauthorized action, right?" ”

Orleno sighed and said, "In that situation, where would you have to wait?" If nothing else, let's just say that behind you, there are hundreds of pairs of red eyes staring at you - everyone has a deep blood feud, in order to fight this battle, they don't want anything, and they follow you to this place, is it really time to fight, you tell them, wait? This is not how wars are fought, blood is surging, and if you don't fight, you have to fight! The cannon will fire on its own, and the pressure will not be suppressed! ”

Soap nodded, and then asked: "At that time, there were a total of 4 artillery batteries, and they chose to open their guns almost at the same time, do you think this is a coincidence?" Or has everyone practiced it like this usually? ”

Orleano said: "It's a coincidence - you don't usually do such a drill, where is there a surplus of shells to do such a drill?" For artillerymen, shells are more precious than their own lives, and they will not be wasted like this! ”

Soap asked: "However, it is really difficult to explain that all 4 artillery batteries in the firing range have made the same choice!" ”

"What's so hard to explain?" Colonel Orleano replied: "We want to open fire, do you think the rest of the companies don't want to open fire?" It's the same for everyone! M1843 was the first to fire, and many of his companies were Seminoles, and their hatred was still fresh, and the soldiers were too young to hold back - I was the last to fire, but in fact, I didn't suppress it! ”

"Your first salvo detonated the enemy's ammo box, which can only be described as a 'miracle', right?" Soap asked with a smile.

"Sort of! But then again, if so many shells fall down, there should always be one shell that can hit, even if the first round doesn't work, the second round can do it - there are too many shells in the US army, there are too many to put on it. Their commander is black-hearted and wants to take out our command in a flash of fire, and this is what he brought on himself! Orleano replied.

"As one of the creators of the 'Alamo Miracle', what do you think of this shelling operation?" Soap asked.

Orleano replied simply: "Okay! ”

"Can you say more?"

"There have been so many battles, and the Alamo is actually nothing, if you want to talk about a truly thrilling battle, it has to be—"

"Sorry, Colonel, our interview today is about the Alamo Miracle Moment!"

"Oh."

"What do you want to say to your comrades?"

Colonel Orleno took a handful of snot with a soaked handkerchief, folded it neatly, put it in his pocket, and sat for a long time.

It wasn't until Soap felt a little cold that I heard Colonel Orleano say:

"Actually, there's not much to say! In a war, someone has to die first, and someone dies later...... It's good that everyone didn't die in vain...... Very good......"

……

Joseph Johnston later became a madman, often sitting alone under the trellises of a mental hospital for all day.

The new nurses were often interested in the end-of-life aristocrat from a Virginian military family, and they often enjoyed Johnston's monologue under the vines.

"Listen, fools! Concentrate all the cannons for me, and let a hundred cannons be like one, waiting for my orders! ”

"Trenches? Oh, I have to thank these vole-like Indians for digging a good transport line for us, and the ammunition boxes are neatly barried and placed closest to the artillery! ”

"Listen, fools! It takes 5 minutes for an ordinary gunner to change a shell, but we are excellent gunners, and we only need 3 minutes! ”

"What is the Lord of War? Artillery is the king of war! ”

"And I, who have the most cannons in the world, yes, your logical comprehension ability is simply full marks - I am the king of war!"

"The night is so long, and I need to be patient and wait for the dawn to come!"

"When the first rays of the sun shine on the land of the Alamo, the Indians on the opposite side should not thank the sun, but thank me for my kindness!"

"Because it was my patience that gave them their last glimpse of the dawn!"

"And, a big gift I gave them - boom!"

Joseph Johnston's evening was bleak, and once the military family had fallen, they had neither money nor power, and soon emerged from the center of power in Washington.

All his memories are about how he prepared to ravage the Indians with his cannons at the Alamo.

Until one evening when the sun was setting, a new nurse said to him, "But, Lord Johnston, you have lost a battle in the Alamo?" ”

Johnston was stunned, as if he remembered something.

The nurse thought that she could wake up this aristocratic lord who had been crazy for more than twenty years, so she told the 'Alamo fiasco' again.

The next morning, the nurse found Lord Johnston's body under the vines, along with his last words written on the ground: "If I do it again, I can't lose!" ”