The Spaniards in front of them were not aware at first that their flanks were being attacked.

They were busy pulling people to drag corpses from the ruins of the fortress behind them and suppress the American troops in the pineapple fields.

The American artillerymen, who had been beaten to the point of not being able to raise their heads, regrouped after extinguishing their fire on the top of the hill, and bombarded the Spanish artillery positions on the top of the hill again.

Their aim is average, but their power is still there.

The rocky walls of the fortress were blown down in large swaths.

However, the four heavy machine guns of the Spaniards were still "clattering".

Miles' 2nd Brigade had suffered heavy casualties by this time.

Edwin's 17th Infantry Regiment was almost shattered, leaving a large pile of corpses in the open space behind the barbed wire.

"Sir, General Lawton has asked us to retreat and make repairs, and give up the attack position to the First Infantry Corps."

A soldier crawled almost on his stomach from under the leaves of a pineapple field to Edwin's side.

Edwin was also lying on the ground at this time, observing the movement ahead through the gap in the leaves, and from time to time raised his gun and fired a shot in the direction of the top of the mountain.

His gaze wandered ahead, shifting between the occasional outcropping of enemies at the top of the hill and his own soldiers who had been shot and fell.

The battlefield was full of gunfire, screams, groans, and muffled snorts.

"What about my soldiers? What about my soldiers? Assemble and charge again! He roared, his eyes red.

Seeing that his commander didn't hear him, the soldier stepped forward and pulled Edwin on the shoulder, repeating what he had just said.

"What do you say? I can't hear you! "Edwin's ears are a little tinnitus right now.

He turned his head and saw the soldier's mouth open and closed, and he yelled in his loudest voice.

When the soldier saw his chief's bloodshot eyes, he was immediately frightened, and his speech became stammered:

"I, I mean, the general told us to withdraw!"

"What shall we make?"

"Let's withdraw!" The soldier also used his own loudest voice.

"To hell with him! Remove? I'm dying so many people let me withdraw? "Edwin is red-eyed.

Where does he care about Lawton's orders?

At this time, he was just a commander who was full of thoughts about revenge for his soldiers, and he couldn't calm down.

Edwin ignored his own soldiers, and suddenly noticed a black soldier lying in front of him with his head in his hands.

The black man was like an ostrich, burying his face in the ground, his limbs trembling slightly.

Lao Tzu's soldiers are working hard in front, and you are still hiding here?

Edwin was furious.

He pulled the gun and put the barrel against the waist of the black man in front of him.

"Fuck! Stand up! Damn it! Charge! Edwin yelled.

The black soldier wanted to play dead, but Edwin pulled the bolt and the bullet loaded.

The black man clasped his hands behind his head, turned his head, and looked at Edwin behind him with a look of fear.

He thought that this person was not his own commander, so why did he hold on to himself?

"Pick up the gun! Rush up! Edwin glared at him.

"Yes, yes! Sir! The black man said timidly.

Although Edwin couldn't hear what the black man was saying, he could easily understand it, and continued to yell:

"If you don't rush forward, I'll shoot you right now!"

The black man had no choice but to pick up the gun on the ground beside him, and slowly moved forward almost on his knees.

Edwin followed him closely.

Along the way, he also caught several soldiers who were also lying on the ground.

In addition to the black regiment, there were some of his own subordinates.

I'm afraid that the Spaniards on the top of the mountain would not have thought that this pineapple field could be so "hidden dragon and crouching tiger".

The gang was soon pushed to the edge of a pineapple field.

They all stopped, not daring to take another step.

Ahead is the death zone, where many corpses are lying.

"Rush? What are you waiting for? Edwin's temper was very short-tempered at this time, like a grenade that would explode at any moment, "Rush to the dead end of the opposite machine gun, and we can defeat the other side!" ”

He put a gun directly to the head of the black soldier.

"You fucking go first, I'll follow you! Don't let me say it a second time! Edwin's voice was full of murderous intent.

The black soldier took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes and rushed out of the pineapple field.

Now he can only pray to God, Our Lady, and Jesus to bless him from being hit by bullets and not to die in this strange land.

Although, the hope seems slim.

Because many corpses on the ground have proved this, and if they don't take two steps, they are afraid that they will be beaten into a sieve.

Blacks did not dare to open their eyes.

He didn't know when he was going to get shot, he didn't know when he was going to die.

One step, two steps, three steps.

However, a miracle seems to have happened!

The blacks were not shot, not even the sound of machine guns on the top of the hill sounded again!

"Look, sir!" The soldier next to Edwin suddenly patted his commander on the shoulder and pointed to the position on the top of the hill.

The four machine guns were almost simultaneously muted, and even the muzzles of the guns became incorrect.

Almost everyone was stunned.

They watched as the black man who rushed to the front ran merrily forward with his legs spread until he tripped over a corpse and fell to the ground.

What the hell is going on up there?

"Why are you still stunned? Come on! ”

It was Edwin who reacted the fastest.

The commander rushed out of the pineapple field with a gun in hand.

But he wasn't the only one who reacted, not even the earliest,

Next to him, the black commander João had already run out.

The old man's battlefield experience is too rich.

He knows when to rush and when to dodge.

No matter what happened to him, the direct fire above was dumbfounded, and if he didn't rush at this time, when would he wait?

A crowd of people rushed to the position at the top of the hill.

But when they rushed forward and jumped into the trench, they were stunned by the scene before them.

Inside the ditch lay the corpses of Spaniards.

A group of yellow-skinned Chinese soldiers, with shotguns and automatic rifles in their hands, were aiming at the guy on the ground who could still move.

The fire was so fierce that it made them tremble.

Edwin subconsciously glanced at them and his military uniforms.

Fortunately, although the styles are inconsistent, the insignia is the same, and they are all US military.

A Chinese officer with a suona pinned to his waist walked up to him.

With a BAR on his shoulder, his expression was calm, and he said to him in English with a strong Southwest Frontier accent:

"We are the 2nd Cavalry Support Brigade of the US Army, I am the commander of this assault team, my name is Xu Ajiu, and the enemy in this blocking position has been emptied by us."

Edwin was dumbfounded, not knowing whether to give the other person a hug or be jealous.

But he quickly reacted that this was on the battlefield.

The battle is not over yet, and there is no time to think about it so much.

"Where is the enemy?" He asked, glaring.

Xu Ajiu pointed with his thumb to the fortress behind him that was about to become a ruin:

"The rest of the people are hiding inside, but I recommend surrounding"

Before he could finish his sentence, Edwin had already climbed out of the trench and rushed out.

"Brothers! Kill these Spaniards! For the sake of our dead brothers! For the 'Maine'! ”

The American soldiers shouted slogans and rushed towards the fortress.

Then they poured another row at the entrance.

The Spanish soldiers were killed by Xu Ajiu and they retreated to the fortress.

Using the ruins and scattered cannon "remains" as shelter, they intend to make one last trace of resistance.

Xu Ajiu put his palm above his eyes, looked in the direction of the ruins, and shook his head.

"Sir, shall we go and help them?" The soldier next to him asked.

"Go and concentrate the grenades that haven't been thrown yet." Xu Ajiu touched his chin and gave an order,

Edwin nearly died again.

This time his forearm was pierced.

The brave commander had to retreat from the rubble.

A group of people shot at the Spanish soldiers inside through the half-collapsed ruins.

There were casualties on both sides.

Because the Spanish soldiers only showed their heads to observe and shoot, basically everyone who was shot was shot in the head.

"Let it all go! Let's get it! ”

Xu Ajiu led the Chinese soldiers to surround him.

He glanced at Edwin, whose arm was bleeding, and casually pulled out a roll of bandages and a box of ointment from his clothes and threw them to him.

"It's a first-aid item that everyone in our unit has, and legend has it that our boss carried these two things with him when he started his business in the west." Xu Ajiu said.

Then, ignoring Edwin's thanks, he turned to the Chinese soldiers behind him who were holding grenades in their hands and said:

"Here, give some gifts to the Spaniards inside the ruins!"

The soldiers still came to the wall in groups of three.

One person was responsible for throwing mines into the bunkers of the ruins.

As soon as a Spanish soldier pulled out of the bunker, the remaining two followed to replenish their guns.

The U.S. soldiers on the side had never seen this kind of dismissal.

After observing for a while, they joined in.

The gunfire rang out for another half hour or so.

At this time, suddenly a voice came from inside the ruins.

It sounds like Spanish.

"Sir, what are they talking about?" An American soldier asked Edwin.

"No matter! Kill it! Not a single one is left alive! Edwin was now heavily bandaged around his arm.

However, this did not prevent him from venting his anger.

Xu Ajiu was just about to stop it, but found that a group of red-eyed American soldiers had rushed in again.

The Spanish defenses finally crumbled under the onslaught of the soldiers.

American troops stormed Fort Elviso.

The fanatical soldiers killed every Spaniard they could see, including the one in charge of raising the white flag, until Lawton gave the order to stop them.

The accompanying U.S. military correspondent then recorded the scene:

The Chinese soldiers of the 2nd Cavalry Volunteer Brigade showed great combat effectiveness, and they took the lead in attacking the high ground of Fort Elviso, clearing all obstacles.

Fort Elvisu was reduced to rubble, its walls and floors almost red with blood, and the brains of the slain Spanish soldiers flowed out "like white paint squeezed out."

The capture of the heights meant that the 3rd and 1st Brigades, which were attacking Elkanee on the left and right flanks, would no longer be threatened.

Although the battle at the foot of the mountain continues, there is basically no suspense about Elkanene's victory or loss.

Lawton was overjoyed.

He planned to thank Chen Jianqiu and hope that he would join in the attack on Elkanene.

The generals love the most about the troops that can solve problems.

However, when his herald returned, he told him that Chen Jianqiu was no longer in his position.

Lawton was about to scold, but when he learned of the person who gave the order, he swallowed the expletives back.

The one who gave the order was Sheft.

The commander-in-chief desperately wanted Chen Jianqiu to gallop to the aid of San Juan Mountain.

Because, the battle situation there is even worse than that of Elkane!

Sheft's front-line command post was built on the heights of El Pozo, across the San Juan Hills.

From here, looking west, you can clearly see the situation on the San Juan Heights opposite.

San Juan Heights is located in the middle of the Royal Mile to San Diego.

This highland encompasses the narrow stretch of San Juan Mountain and the Hugh Mountain, which is not far east of San Juan Mountain.

In the middle of the two mountains, there is a small lake,

The San Juan River flows into the sea from north to south east of the highlands; The Aguadore River joins the San Juan River from east to west on the south side of the plateau.

The Spanish garrison in the San Juan Heights originally consisted of only 500 men.

But after the change of commander, the number of defenders here increased to two thousand.

At the same time, as Chen Jianqiu saw last time he visited, the Spaniards had been operating here for a long time, building watchtowers and machine-gun emplacements.

More front, Hushan, the Spaniards relied on a local workshop as a bulwark, facing the part of the Royal Mile that was hidden from the jungle.

It can be said that the defensive intensity here is not lower than that of El Vesor Castle at all, and it is even better.

And the stage at which the battle began was almost exactly the same as over there.

The U.S. artillery shelled the bunker at the top of the San Juan hill, and the smoke was filled, which was accurately positioned by the Spanish artillery, and returned fire, and then blew up the U.S. artillery position.

The shells flew over the top of the hill and whizzed down on the plantation.

Stationed near there was the 1st Volunteer Cavalry Brigade, a unit of "reckless cavalry" in which Roosevelt rode alone.

When the shell hit, Roosevelt was holding the map to confirm the direction of the attack, but he was caught off guard that a disoriented shell landed next to him.

But the future president of the United States was lucky.

Except for the shrapnel wound in the wrist, nothing else.

The shelling lasted half an hour, and then there was no way to continue.

The American artillerymen either hurriedly changed places, or stayed where they were and waited for the Spaniards to continue to bomb them.

But the infantry generals below couldn't help it.

Brigadier General Kent, commander of the 1st Division, volunteered to immediately lead his troops into an assault on San Juan Hill.

The three armed forces must not dampen their spirit.

Sheft agreed to Brigadier General Kent's request to fight.

The 1st Division, led by the latter, began to advance along the Royal Highway toward San Juan Hill, while the cavalry division led by Sumner dismounted and followed them.

But when the army passed through the heights of El-Forced Zuo, they suddenly discovered a problem.

The road has narrowed!

The section of road they had just passed had been repaired, and what they were facing now was what the Royal Mile really looked like outside of San Diego.

As a result, the team had to change its formation and advance in two columns.

Brigadier General Kent doesn't seem to be a problem.

Just speed through and get to the San Juan high ground and everything will be fine.

But he didn't know.

And at this time, on the San Juan Heights, the artillery commander of the Spaniards, was keeping a close eye on them.