Wild North America 1846

"When the weather improves, the scale of the war will further expand. I will let the war burn across the eastern states and make these Anglo-Americans who support the war suffer enough." Richard rode his horse to a hill.

He reined in his horse and looked around.

The majestic sight of thousands of miles of ice in front of him made Richard very passionate. His heart was filled with the passionate impulse of galloping on the battlefield. He raised the riding whip in his hand and pointed at the country and said;

"How many years from now, when you look back on the past, you will feel sincerely proud that you conquered North America under the flag of the kingdom. This will be the most glorious experience and the highest honor in your military career.

Having such a vast world to explore is one of the greatest pleasures in life.

The North American War will be the ultimate battle that determines the strategic pattern of North America. It can only be won but not lost, and it must be won completely and without any future troubles, laying a good start for future development.

Therefore, the military can go overboard and be more thorough, and the war can spread to a wider area. These are the prices that should be paid.

If you lose one division, I will give you a new division.

If you lose one legion, I will add another legion to you.

I do not want to look at the specific number of casualties, but I want to destroy the development foundation of the United States of America in the next 50 years and beyond..."

Having said this domineeringly, King Richard sat high on the horse, looked back at the senior generals with deep eyes, and the aura of the king that was extremely strong surged out of his body, waving his hand and saying; "Follow Lian's scepter.

Conquer, my generals. In the event of victory, you will be rewarded without hesitation, and you will be granted the title of marquis and minister. This is the king's promise."

"We are willing to follow your majesty through fire and water, even to the death, your majesty is wise, long live my king, long live my king!" The generals were excited by these words, and they all responded with clasped fists and salutes.

The winter of 1860 was colder than previous years.

Lieutenant General Samuel Brown in Detroit was not relieved that this year's blizzard was coming early. The pressure on the Western Front battlefield was increasing, almost keeping him awake at night, and the troubles that followed were even greater.

It gave him a splitting headache.

Recently

Due to the sudden cooling of the weather, heavy snow fell, and the city of Detroit was covered in snow after the snow. The fleeing black slaves who were accustomed to the warm climate in the south suffered widespread frostbite, and many of them froze to death.

According to the statistics;

A total of 372 black people have frozen to death in tents, and more than 4,700 people have suffered frostbite. Many black people's frostbitten hands and feet had to be amputated to prevent infection of the necrotic limbs.

Potential conflicts between blacks and whites surfaced. The local white residents, who were extremely discriminatory against blacks, did not allow blacks to enter the area, let alone stay in warm houses.

In the eyes of Detroit's white residents;

Black people are dirty and lowly creatures. They cannot be called human beings, let alone receive equal treatment.

It was a blessing to be able to live in a shabby tent with drafts everywhere. It was absolutely impossible to try to escape the cold wave by entering a house in the neighborhood.

It is a coincidence that there was no large-scale evacuation of residents in the city of Detroit. The 200,000-strong Northern Army Defense Corps occupied too many factories, vacant houses and warehouses. It was impossible to make room for these fugitive black slaves, let alone live together with black people.

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"Damn it, if it hadn't been for the invasion of Eastern troops, I doubt there would have been a fight in the city first." Lieutenant General Samuel Brown took a sip of hot coffee and couldn't help complaining.

Major General McDonald-Knox came over with a coffee cup, sat across the table opposite Lieutenant General Samuel Brown, and said in a teasing tone; "God is my witness, no one wants to be with those Niggas get too close. I don’t even know if they can be taught to shoot?”

"Don't worry, at least they can still be used as cannon fodder."

"The Oriental army is not short of these bullets. In my opinion, this snowstorm forced the Oriental army to suspend the attack, which in turn aggravated our food shortage. Even the rationed supply is not enough to last for a month, and the niggers eat too much too much."

"Don't worry about food. British merchant ships will deliver it from Toronto. The problem now is that we can't let all these black people freeze to death. We must find a place to settle down." Lieutenant General Samuel Brown took another sip of hot food. coffee, then put the cup on the table, frowned and thought about it, and said;

"General Locks, the dock and warehouse area where the 11th, 12th, 25th and 56th New York Volunteer Regiments are stationed under your command is quite large. Let's free it up first. I'll allocate some of the Pennsylvania Army's garrison to you, so you can squeeze it in for the time being. Squeeze, let’s get through this damn winter.”

"I knew it would be like this. God, those officers in the New York Legion would be so noisy! Not everyone is willing to leave their warm room in this cold weather to make room for those dirty and mean niggers."

"This is an order, General Rocks."

"Okay, you are the boss, and the New York Volunteer Corps is happy to obey your orders."

"I will compensate your man. When the war begins, let those black regiments rush to the front first." Lieutenant General Samuel Brown comforted him with kind words, and finally solved this troublesome matter.

Within a few days

An astonishing news came from the front. The army of the Tang Dynasty actually transported three large-caliber coastal heavy artillery by train. This immediately made the defenders of Detroit unable to sit still.

November 17

With the roar of artillery fire in the early morning, the snow-covered outer defense bunkers and barbed wire fences of Detroit were destroyed one by one, and the Battle of Detroit officially began.

After two days of bloody fighting, Detroit's outer positions were successively lost.

After all, in such cold weather, the Northern Army could not accumulate a large number of troops in the peripheral positions. Under the coalition's tactics of artillery bombardment and infantry attack, it was difficult to hold on to the peripheral positions with insufficient troops.

November 21, around 9:00 am

west suburbs of detroit

The Northern Army's densely packed military formations can't be seen to the side at a glance, forming a horizontal array with a width of 2.6 kilometers. The soldiers in the array are arranged in 4 rows, and there are second-line, third-line and fourth-line military formations behind them. Roughly, there are about 86,000 people. There are more than 130 artillery pieces of various types.

Not far away in the west is the well-organized military formation of the Tang Kingdom. The infantry is in the middle, arranged in horizontal formation, the cavalry guards the two wings, and more than 300 field guns are deployed on the high ground behind.

The total strength was approximately 78,000, and a total of 3 white servant divisions and 4 field divisions were dispatched. A total of 7 divisions and 9 artillery regiments participated in the battle.

The two armies were about 3.5 kilometers apart, and there was a forest of swords and guns, creating a chilling atmosphere before a war.

General Chen Chuan stood on the high ground on one side of the artillery position, holding a copper monocular in his hand to observe carefully for a moment. A clear look appeared in his eyes, and he said in a calm tone: "It seems that Lieutenant General Brown is preparing to send these black soldiers Use them as cannon fodder to consume some of our strength first."

Lieutenant General George Rabiot, deputy commander of the Northern Army, also put down his telescope and nodded.

The white soldiers, who happened to be supervising the battle and providing reinforcements, were more ruthless than us!"

This exclamation is not without origin;

A horizontal line in the army of the Tang Dynasty was also composed of four rows of soldiers. The first two rows were cannon fodder forcibly recruited and trained by the white servant division, and the last two rows were all white veterans.

The second column is composed of Chinese field divisions, not cannon fodder. After all, the white servant divisions are now considered one of our own, and cannot be used as a charge regiment at any cost.

"Then it depends on whether their black legions are effective or not. It's almost time, let's start!" General Chen Chuan looked at his watch and decisively ordered the war to begin.

"As you command, sir."

With the battle flags waving in their hands, the trumpeters who received the order immediately blew their horns. The desolate and murderous horn sound echoed on the battlefield, and the military drums immediately took effect.

The infantry commander pulled out the sharp sword in his hand and issued the order "All troops advance!" The long queue of infantry marched forward in neat steps, surging forward like a wave.

The Northern Army did not show weakness. Under the orders of the officers, they moved forward in a slightly scattered queue, with the rhythmic sound of war drums coming from behind.

In pursuit of freedom, these black people marched bravely against the guns of the Eastern army. They knew that if they wanted to be respected by white people, they had to sacrifice their blood and lives to win the status of equal free citizens.

Weak animals are not even worth plowing. Black people still understand this.

They wore a variety of clothes, marched bravely in irregular queues, and held backward old-fashioned smoothbore rifles in their hands. They could feel the same status as white people on the battlefield, which gave the black soldiers a high level of confidence.

When they went to the battlefield for the first time, the black soldiers did not know that the old-fashioned smoothbore rifles in their hands had a range of only 250 yards, and they were incapable of shooting beyond 80 yards. They were totally worthless.

half an hour later

The distance between the armies of the two sides heading toward each other was getting closer and closer, and the other side's army also entered the bombardment range of the coalition forces. General Chen Chuan ordered with a calm expression: "Send the order; the 3-pounder cannon will block the bombardment for 5 minutes."

The Colt three-pounder field gun is the smallest caliber field gun equipped by the Army. It is also the main firepower of the battalion-level infantry. It only accounts for half of the number of artillery on the position, about 150.

The rate of "blocking bombardment" is two rounds per minute. In 5 minutes, each gun fires 10 shells. This rate of fire is one-third of that of "rapid fire".

Obviously, General Chen Chuan did not want to waste expensive artillery shells on these black cannon fodder. He did not use the prepared 6-pounder cannons, but planned to use infantry firepower to defeat the enemy.

The deputy commanders Lieutenant General George Rabiot and Lieutenant General Lei Juashen who were standing nearby smiled knowingly and continued to watch the battle quietly.

After all, the white cannon fodder in the front row of the Union Army was equipped with a 13-shot lever rifle, while Lieutenant General Samuel Brown of the Northern Army used those shabby smoothbore rifles to deal with the errands, which was too perfunctory.

Some of these weapons collected from the private sector are seventy or eighty years old, and they are still old-fashioned rifles used during the Revolutionary War. So how do you fight a war?

The "rumbling" sound of the artillery positions suddenly sounded, announcing the beginning of the bloody battle.

Then the Northern Army's artillery fire roared, and both sides kept firing back and forth. Thick smoke from the artillery fire rose into the sky like dark clouds, breaking the tranquility of the winter.

You can see the obvious difference in the artillery fire from both sides.

Shells fired by the artillery of the Tang Dynasty exploded from time to time in the black people's advancing queue. In an instant, the whole area was cleared in a bloody storm. The shells splattered in all directions covered the entire area of ​​seven or eight meters. At least a dozen soldiers were blown to pieces.

The tendons were broken, and the stumps and broken arms flew into the sky.

As for those artillery shells that exploded near the soldiers' queue, the flying shrapnel instantly caused the blood and flesh of several soldiers to fly, and their bodies fell limply to the ground and died.

On the other hand, the solid artillery shells fired by the Northern Army bounced and hit a line on the position. If they hit the queue of soldiers, they would be a bloody alley. In an instant, they would lie down on the ground with broken bones and tendons, and start to wail loudly.

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In a military formation of four rows, this kind of solid artillery shells were aimed at the top of the sky, that is, a string of four, killing and wounding four soldiers. Its killing power was far inferior to that of the coalition artillery.

Suffering from the casualties of the shelling, the military formations of both sides approached within 220 yards after a few minutes. They only heard the order of "stop advancing" from the commander of the Tang Kingdom army. Extreme fear flashed in the eyes of the black soldiers on the opposite side.

look.

But when you are in the military formation, you have to move forward with the soldiers around you.

At this moment, personal life and death are completely out of control.

Fortunately, the black queue commander also gave the order to stop advancing, and at this time, the soldiers on the opposite side had all raised their guns and started to fire violently.

The dense volleys of bullets came towards our faces like locusts. The black soldiers in the queue only heard a numbing sound of "Puff, puff, puff..." in the ears, and the black soldier in the first row fell down.

Nearly halfway through, the strong smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

Before these black soldiers could react, the second round of bullets came down densely. This round of missiles knocked down the black soldiers in the first row, and the black soldiers in the second row also fell.

a lot of……

However, the nightmare has not dissipated yet. The dense volleys of bullets are like locusts coming round after round, knocking countless black soldiers in the first array to the ground, as if they were shooting targets.

actually

After the coalition soldiers fired the third round of volleys, the black soldiers lined up behind the first array screamed, dropped their rifles and ran away, completely collapsed.

However, the speed of people's escape was far slower than the speed of bullets. Then, rounds of bullets were densely covered, knocking the fleeing black soldiers to the ground and sweeping them away.

After 13 consecutive rounds of volley fire, very few of the more than 20,000 black soldiers in the first array were able to escape. The piles of corpses stretched 2.6 kilometers long and more than 100 meters wide. The bright red blood was particularly dazzling on the silver-white ground.

This was not a battle, it was clearly a one-sided massacre.

Lieutenant Colonel Fan Pengju, commander of the 502nd Division in the first array, suppressed his inner ecstasy, waved his saber and shouted, "All soldiers in the first two rows squat down, while soldiers in the back two rows shoot freely and open fire."

The last two rows of white soldiers are veterans of the 502nd Division. Now they are all equipped with King-style bolt-action rifles. This rifle has a range of 850-900 meters, is lethal within a range of 500-600 meters, and can shoot accurately.

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The Northern Army's already chaotic second formation of black soldiers was only about 400 meters away. It was a good opportunity to focus fire. How could we let it go in vain?

Give an order

The scalp-numbing dense volley of gunfire rang out again. In the frightened eyes of the second array of black soldiers more than 400 meters away, bullets like locusts suddenly swooped over...

In an instant, blood spattered, and the neat rows became uneven as if they had been gnawed by dog's teeth. At this time, the black soldiers fled all over the mountains and plains as if their nest had been exploded.

And the steady volley of gunshots behind them sounded one after another, like a note of death, which made these black cannon fodders urinate and run away like a desperation.

Many black people regret it. They suffered a little in the cotton plantations in the South, but were they not so dangerous?

It's so scary. Is it true?