After witnessing the thrilling scenes on two high grounds in the enemy positions, Colonel René spitted heavily on the ground and cursed in his heart: "It will make the damn mortar company win the first prize."

The area where he is located is 5,600 meters away from the enemy. Although the soldiers are already in the effective firing range of the Khruna Type 1810 rifle, in order to accurately attack the coalition infantry, the rifle regiment still needs to move forward about 200 meters in order to achieve the best shooting effect.

When the mortar company completed the sixth round of combustion-bullets and then positioned the strike target on the other two artillery bases on the mountain pass road, the infantry commander began to draw out the sabers. He looked back and shouted loudly at the soldiers of the rifle regiment who were cheering for the artillery brothers: "Guard Brigade, follow me, move forward!" As he said that, Colonel René raised the tip of the knife and stepped forward as the first step.

Officers at all levels followed the regiment commanders out, and soon on the French scattered line, shouts of urging soldiers to attack: "Fujian Brigade, follow me, move forward, move forward!"

According to the rifle regiment, five hundred soldiers picked up the rifles without bayonets. They bent down one by one, their heads were slightly closed, and they lined up in a straight line on a long front of more than 1,000 meters, following the steps of the regiment commander and the officer, and advancing towards the enemy's chest wall five or six hundred meters away.

Opposite, the coalition soldiers sandwiched in the middle of the high ground of the two places seemed to be scared by the sudden shelling. They looked pale and shivering. Looking at the devastated and thick smoke rolling on both sides, listening to the gunners struggling desperately in the sea of ​​fire and shouting for help, everyone was very frightened and turned around, thinking of escaping from this hell on earth.

If Captain Biyeluo hadn't temporarily pulled up a battlefield law enforcement team composed of eight officers, who ruthlessly suppressed five soldiers who tried to escape in the face of battle with pistols and sabers, perhaps the entire defense line would have collapsed long ago.

In fact, the infantry hiding on the side of the chest wall was not threatened by the French army's burning bombs. Most of the shrapnel that exploded from the sky were blocked by huge rocks extending from the two high grounds. Only a very small number of soldiers won the favor of the terrifying flames and became unfortunate victims. For them, Biyeluo and his officers' team made a quick decision to give humanitarian "bayonet rescue".

The Portuguese captain held a loaded pistol in one hand and waved a sharp blade dyed with blood in the other. He wandered back behind the soldiers, and kept shouting loudly, desperately cheering his subordinates: "For the sake of the kind Virgin Mary and the sacred Portuguese motherland, we must hold our position to the death and never take a step back!"

Feeling that the two cannon bases behind him seemed to be silent, Captain Biyeluo handed over the power of supervising the battle to another lieutenant, and he rushed towards a cannon. As soon as he showed his face, the infantry captain asked loudly at the artillery lieutenant: "Damn it, why not fire the cannon? Use grape bullets and shotguns to fire at the French infantry!"

The artillery lieutenant spread his hands and explained helplessly: "Captain, look at the artillery position, my side and the other side next door. The gunners are almost running away. How do you ask me to fire?"

Obviously, the devastating blow of the burning bombs fired by the heavy mortar cannons on high ground artillery blocks made the gunners stationed in the mountain road frightened. Before the French attacked them, they chose to flee in panic. As a technical force, the artillery team never organized any supervision teams within the artillery, so the artillery lieutenant could only watch the artillery blocks he was stationed in became lonely watchmen.

Captain Biyeluo kicked half of the broken arm that fell on the rattan basket and said impatiently: "That's your business. I need to hear the sound of cannons coming from behind, and the infantry needs fire support from the artillery brothers. Otherwise, you and I are both sinners of the country!"

As he turned around, Captain Biyeluo suddenly remembered that the British officer who was still pointing around him more than ten minutes ago, so he asked the lieutenant of the artillery again: "By the way, have you seen Major Alvin?"

The artillery lieutenant said: "The major was injured. He was hit on his abdomen and thighs by heavy objects flying from the highland turret. It was not too serious. I asked the two gunners to carry the stretcher and take him to the position hospital in the rear."

"Lucky guy!" The infantry captain left after muttering.

The artillery positions were also lucky. When the commanders of the second and third lines of defense learned about the unfavorable battle situation ahead, they divided some gunners to support the first line of defense. Soon, the rumbling sound of artillery counterattacking the French army again sounded on the mountain pass passage of the coalition forces.

Except for the 9-pound and below 9-pound artillery, all large-caliber artillery were loaded with solid bullets, and their target was six French military mortars more than 900 meters away.

A few minutes later, after the 10th round of incendiary ammunition was fired, Captain Du Peng immediately ordered the four surviving mortars to give up filling the ammunition. Not only was the more than 30 solid ammunitions that were continuously fired by the two coalition forces, which successfully destroyed the two mortars, causing casualties to 8 and 9 gunners on their own, but more importantly, the mortars company commander learned from the flag words of the two positions of observation soldiers that the mortars did not cause any substantial damage to the two enemy artillery bases hidden in the mountain pass and the coalition soldiers hidden under the chest wall.

"Damn the engineer!" Captain Du Peng couldn't help but curse himself. If the engineer regiment had not set a random mine in the city of Evora, the "waste" of nearly a thousand shrapnel bullets originally belonged to the artillery unit, made a pressure-sensitive mine with no practical effect. Otherwise, the huge power of the 32-pound mortar cannon would not only destroy the two enemy artillery bases on the high ground.

Now, in order to avoid the major losses caused by unnecessary combat, Captain Du Peng ordered the end of the battle of the mortar company. Driven by dozens of gunners, 16 mules and horses dragged the base of the four mortar cannons and began to stay away from the battlefield. In fact, the mortar cannon company had completed its established target, destroyed at least half of the enemy artillery, and covered the infantry to successfully reach the enemy's position 300 meters.

Just before Captain Dupen decided that his mortar company would leave the battlefield, Colonel René also learned in advance from the flags hanging from the observatory above the cave. The commander breathed a sigh of relief and said in his heart: "After all the guys who hid behind him and never took bayonets snatched away the great honors that were originally a heroic infantry."

After re-observing the enemy situation, Colonel René waved to two commanders to convey their orders and guided the soldiers of the rifle regiment who had walked out of the scattered formation to avoid the road in the middle of the mountain pass, and then gathered to the left and right sides to form two double-row horizontal lines again in order to avoid the frontal strikes of the enemy artillery positions.

The changes in the formation of the attacking side caused a chaotic chaos on the coalition artillery positions. Because the French army suddenly encircled the two wings of the position, and the issue of the firing angle caused the grape bullets and shotguns to be unable to be effectively fired. So the artillery commander hurriedly turned around and shouted at the gunmasters: "Down the muzzle, replace all solid bullets, target 400 meters, left wing (right wing)..."

Another 9-pound solid bullet passed over Lieutenant McKinley's head, and the purgatory-like wind whistled past, almost scrambling his military cap. The Lieutenant shook his head again, muttering an Irish slang that no one could understand, feeling that he was blaming himself.

Because the Irish lieutenant was sadly discovering that the tall military cap on his head and his eye-catching blue uniform had become the best targets for the coalition gunners. Within just 100 meters, he had accepted the warm welcome of at least five enemy shells. If he had known this, he should have followed Colonel René's correct advice before the battle and replaced it with the ugly but easy to hide camouflage uniform. After all, he was lucky enough to be hit by a shell before reaching the shooting range.

Just 300 meters away from the chest wall of the coalition infantry, Colonel René, who was ranked first, stopped, raised his saber, held the empty scabbard in his left hand, and ordered: "Everyone has it, fight!"

Like other infantry brothers, Second Lieutenant McKinley picked up his rifle and pulled his trembling fingers to the trigger. After receiving the command of the field commander, he fired a shot at the target he was aiming, and the bullet accurately hit a Portuguese soldier's chest. Blood splashed, and the latter had not yet had time to moan and fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" McKinley's shoulder was hit hard by his buttstock, and tears rolled in his eyes in pain, feeling like his shoulder was being pulled off.

The Hruna Type 1810 rifle is indeed amazingly powerful, and likewise, its recoil is too great.

Just as the second lieutenant squatted down and was about to fill the ammunition, the officers and soldiers of the Rampage Regiment had fired more than 500 conical bullets at the coalition infantry directly in front of him. On the side of the chest wall 300 meters away, the Portuguese soldiers who were still in a dense queue were like wheat ears cut under the sickle of the Death God, and they all fell into the ground and blood.

This was just the first round of platoon shooting of the French army, which caused significant casualties to nearly 100 people in the coalition.

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Chapter completed!