The Sun Never Sets In Spain

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

These guys originally planned to flee the battlefield directly, but they circled around and found that the entire battlefield was indeed impenetrable and there was nowhere to go.

He failed to escape, but was detained by other soldiers.

Manuel was extremely angry. Due to the obscuration of smoke and crowds, he was not clear about the situation on the front line.

He was originally full of expectations, but only a few minutes ago he knew that a large number of cavalry had fled.

It makes him feel like a clown!

He found the few officers in the deserter team, went up and slapped him on the face, cursing, "Pablo, your family is ashamed of you!"

In front of him, in his 20s, Pablo, with a delicate face, started crying.

Not only because of shame and reprimand, but also because of crying for their upcoming final destiny.

"Cry, are you still a man? Coward!" Manuel was even more angry than hitting him, kicking him directly into his stomach. This ruthless kick, paired with hard military boots, directly made him. Bro curled up on the ground in pain, groaning like a shrimp.

Manuel didn't bother to look at him, and told the adjutant: "Let the cavalry retreat a little bit. I'm going to come to the battlefield for execution."

Enemy reinforcements are coming soon, every minute and every second is precious, but he knows better that if he doesn't stand up this model, he won't even think about fighting.

...

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

"It's all optimistic!" Manuel looked around with fierce eyes, "These cowards, just now, abandoned their companions! They abandoned their honor! They ran away!"

"I am now, according to military law, execute them all. Does anyone have any comments!" He paused.

The scene was quiet, except for the sound of gunfire from afar.

"Very good! I heard you clearly! Among these cowards, there are civilians and nobles! But, to escape, you will not give me a way to survive, and if you are a noble or a commoner, you will die! The same is true for you!

However, as long as the battle is brave, I guarantee it with family honor! You will surely get rich rewards. Even if you die in battle, your pension and bonus will be sent to your family! "Manuel drinks.

After speaking, he took a few steps back and separated several little noble officers separately.

Subsequently, the soldiers of the two platoons shot and executed the restrained deserters continuously.

Since the rifle was a single shot, it had to be reloaded once to kill a person. The scene became extremely slow and terrifying. The execution took almost a minute.

No one spoke during the whole process, only the painful whimpers of soldiers who had not died after being shot, but due to the gauze in their mouths, even the whimpers were indistinct.

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

These guys smelled the smell of blood floating in the air, shaking like sifting chaff, and were directly incontinent, and sat on the ground trying to get away from the devil in front of them.

Manuel sighed, "Don't be a deserter in your next life."

He loaded the bullet, pointed his gun at Pablo, and while the latter shook his head frantically, he pulled the trigger.

"Boom"..."Boom"..."Boom"..."Boom"..."Boom"..."Boom"

Everything was over, he returned the rifle to his deputy and left the execution scene.

Since then, the entire army of 2500 people who charged for the first time has been wiped out.

The morale benefits of this execution are obvious. Even if the cavalry behind did not witness it, in this atmosphere, listening to the vivid descriptions of their comrades, they still felt a huge shock.

Manuel was very happy to see all this, but a more realistic question lay before him-how to win this war.

"Obviously, the effect of the grenade is better than we expected." He said.

The deputy nodded in agreement, and learned from the frontline soldiers that the only thing that caused effective damage in this charge was the wooden grenade.

"How many grenade stocks are there?"

The deputy had expected it a long time ago, and said with a wry smile: "Not many, probably 10,000."

"All sent down, one person with two, priority is given to equipping the first cavalry division." Manuel said solemnly.

"Yes." The deputy reminded: "At most, the First Catalan Division will arrive in more than an hour. Not surprisingly, they should have got off the train by now and are heading towards us along the road. "

"Prepare to attack, but this time let the infantry charge first."

...

This may be the fastest war of this era, and it will be life and death within a few hours.

This time, Carlos' infantry was the first to move. Under the officers' drive and the promise of money, they launched a total charge without fear of death.

They were hit head-on by the Second Division, but as Gatling was more likely to vent fire after the distance was closer, the rifles in the hands of the infantry also had a greater effect.

With the support of the number of people, the casualty rate of the Second Division has risen sharply.

In fact, the firepower of the Second Division has weakened a lot since the war began. In addition to the loss of soldiers, the loss of equipment is also very serious.

Being destroyed by the enemy’s artillery is one aspect, but more of it’s own breakdown.

The Second Division had mocked the enemy's use of Yankee warehouse goods before, but in fact, most of the weapons they used were the same.

Armstrong guns are made in England, and many have a history of almost 10 years.

And the reason why the British gave up continuing to install Armstrong rear guns is because they are not stable.

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

Gatling is also the case. This hand-cranked machine gun has a very high chance of jamming or losing gear, which tests the psychological quality of the shooter and the bomber.

Unless the heart is as cold as a knife, it's normal to get stuck 3 or 4 times in the whole battle. If there are too many cards, it needs to be repaired.

While the Second Division was busy suppressing the assault infantry, most of Carlos's cavalry also moved.

Different from the previous trial, this time all the cavalry was divided into two queues, and one charge was tens of thousands.

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

The second division's firepower is very strong, but it is not enough to make up for the disadvantage of the number.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Under the impact of artillery fire, the cavalrymen who had suffered heavy losses rushed forward, with a heart of revenge, threw grenade at the machine gun position and the skirmish line, and immediately blasted the front line.

Then, they either opened the distance and fired again, or directly drew their sabers and slashed forward.

"Get the bayonet!" Under the shouts of the officers, some of the soldiers of the Second Division showed the front of the Xiasaibo rifle, the 72-centimeter bayonet, and launched a cruel hand-to-hand battle with the enemy.