William Percival, sitting in the middle of the boat, kept shaking his body, his eyes closed slightly, and he began to examine the inexplicable fear he had developed in the morning. The French without a fleet were so stupid. The captain, Colonel Steve, had a small trick that tricked thousands of French soldiers into dizziness and at a loss. If the Francoli River in summer were not too shallow and sent a three-masted gunship equipped with 40 to 50 artillery, a single or two deck, would be enough to sweep the French garrison on both sides.

According to the information from the Spanish liaison officer, most of the French infantry regiments defending the west coast were transferred to the Bay of Rosas, and there were less than 200 people left in the regiment headquarters. Even if the French woke up, it was too late. The 5-hour time difference was enough for the British and Western coalition forces to capture the French garrison with weak defense, and went upstream along the Francori River, successfully attacked the safe village, and fanned an armed riot in the hinterland of the Desay Brigade.

Thinking of this, Percival couldn't help but be happy. Once this battle was successful, his military rank might be upgraded to a higher level. The Empire's Mediterranean fleet was too powerful, so powerful that it had no opponents or a decent battle.

Unfortunately, the powerful British fleet could not get ashore and fight against the French. In the era of war, the promotion of military ranks must rely on sufficient military merit, rather than the help of his soon-to-be Prime Minister's father.

Little Percival was a very proud man, disdaining to obtain honors that were not his own by his father's grace. When Old Percival refused to transfer himself to the British Expeditionary Force on the Portuguese battlefield, he resolutely ran away from home and persuaded his uncle, Lord Arden, to serve in the Mediterranean Fleet.

In the original land sneak attack plan, Percival Jr. It happened that Percival Jr. was sick and had diarrhea. The opportunity was rare, so he volunteered to Colonel Steve to fight. After obtaining the captain's consent, Percival Jr. replaced the navy blue royal naval uniform and became a wartime commander of the Redshirts.

Regarding the outcome of the future battle, Percival Jr. undoubtedly believed that his side would be sure to win. 400 Western-French coalition forces, plus more than 300 Spanish guerrillas on the coast, and more than 700 coalition forces were determined to deal with the French army of less than 200. He was unprepared and could not win.

30 minutes later, the British and Spanish coalition forces climbed the estuary beach without any danger. A large number of Spanish guerrillas who had been hiding in the bushes for a long time came forward. They excitedly took out guns, ammunition and bayonets from the British landing craft. After a brief reorganization, the 750-man coalition unit was led by British officers and Captain Percival, and continued to move forward from the south bank of the Francoli River and raided the French garrison 3 kilometers away.

As for the more than 30 landing craft behind them, they will return to the Victor ship, because in an hour, the tide on the west coast of the Mediterranean will retreat, and more material supplies must be transported before the tide is receding.

The south bank of the Francori River is a not-so-flat, curved valley tidal flat with a width of only forty or fifty meters on the left and right. Because the Mediterranean lacks rain in summer, the road is exposed to a large amount of gravel and fine sand. You can only move forward carefully and not walk quickly. The other end of the tidal flat is a continuous hill covered with low bushes. The hillside is not high, but it is a bit steep and difficult to climb.

At 9:10, after nearly 60 minutes of silent march, Percival finally saw the French barracks on the high ground 200 meters away. Until this time, the French seemed to have not noticed the arrival of danger. In the entire barracks, except for two lazy duty sentries, no other patrols could be seen.

At the beginning of the period, Percival Jr. should be glad for the upcoming victory, but that inexplicable fear inadvertently surged into his heart again.

"Damn it!" Little Percival cursed inwardly, and he shook his head violently, trying to dispel the haze in his heart. The British captain carefully followed the Spanish guide, while observing the abnormalities around him.

It was too quiet. The familiar insects seemed to be less familiar in summer, and the sound of trampling under his feet was no longer a creaking sound, but a clatter. Little Percival, who felt surprised, leaned over and grabbed it from the ground, with his hands full of withered branches and trunks. When he pulled the palm of his hand, he seemed to feel greasy.

Before the British captain could wake up, a sudden shout was made, and torches were lit on the hillside on the left. Just when the British and Spanish were still terrified, a mobilizer with a fire bar rolled up from the sky and landed beside the British and Spanish coalition forces, splashing countless flames, landing on the Spanish and British, and also igniting dead wood branches on the ground.

The people of Palma Island, who had seen the power of the *** for the first time, were panicked. They screamed and threw down the guns in their hands and tried to slap the flames on their bodies and insteps, but in vain, the fire became bigger and bigger. The soldiers behind began to refuse to obey the orders and hurriedly retreat; the people in the middle ran towards the Francoli River on the side, and used the river water to extinguish the flames on their bodies. Before the French gunshots rang out, the formation of the British and Western coalition forces was disrupted and they were already defeated.

"Damn it, go forward, continue to go forward, rush forward, rush forward!" Little Percival shouted loudly to stop the panicked coalition from fleeing everywhere; while also commanding the Marines to follow him, move forward, and attack the French barracks.

However, when Percival Jr. was less than 100 meters away from the French barracks, he began to despair. At some point, the French army pushed out eight artillery pieces from the tent, lined up and aimed at the more than a hundred British redshirts who were facing forward.

In just 20 minutes, this contest was originally a huge difference in strength, ending with the victory of the French. Most of the 100 British troops who rushed to the front were killed or injured, while most of the Spanish escaped by luck, and some turned around and retreated, or escaped from the battlefield through the Francoli River. They all ran towards the coast, hoping to board a landing craft and return to the "Victor".

The final luck was finally shattered because all the deserters discovered that the once majestic "Victor" actually ran aground on the reef, with its huge hull tilted at 30 degrees and was shaking, like a critically ill person lingering.

One hour ago, the French suicide squad successfully captured four landing crafts. After piled up gunpowder, various fuels, and a large amount of ignition materials, the four landing craft were pushed under the waterline of the hull of the "Victor". Although the actual damage caused by the arson ship to the "Victor" was not great, the terrifying explosion and the flames soared into the sky still caused extreme panic among the helmsmen and the navigators. Coupled with the bombing of two 12-pound cannons of the French army, the "Victor", which was eager to get out of trouble, became more and more panic, trying to avoid movements in the narrow waterway. As a result, the "Victor" unfortunately touched the reef castle. Soon, the tide retreated and was forced to strand.

Before dawn, the Polish cavalry regiment from the Desay Brigade headquarters and the main force of the First Infantry Regiment rushed to the battlefield one after another and joined the ranks of encirclement and suppression of the rebels. In this battle, the French killed and injured 253 British and Western coalition forces at a slight cost of 46 people, captured more than 500 people, and successfully landed (stranded) a first-class battleship.

At the end of the battle, it was already dawn. After dealing with the matters in the rear, General Desai, who had not been sleeping all night, rushed to the base of the first regiment. After listening carefully to the report of the war situation of his subordinates, Desai was policing the command error of the Deerney regiment, and only gave the penalty for two months on the grounds of the demerits. The more than 200 soldiers who were in the base of the first regiment, including the baggage team, were rewarded and recorded in the credit card. The rank of the military police lieutenant Pochi and the quartermaster Captain Deva was promoted to the first level. The former left the military police battalion and remained as the battalion commander of the second battalion, and the latter was transferred to the logistics department of the brigade department to replace Major Sener.

As for Major Schönell, the former logistics chief of the brigade department, the real hero of this battle, Desai did not give any reward, but instead removed his original position. The reason for the public claims was that Major Schönell violated military rules and, without obtaining the authorization of the brigade department, served as the left-behind chief of the first regiment as a non-commander, and must undergo quarantine and review for one week.

Although everyone was puzzled by General Desai's decision, no one raised any objections. After all, military rules are military rules. When everyone regretted Major Schenele, they no longer doubted Major Schenele, who had once become prisoners of war, to the Desai Brigade. Of course, the officers of the General Staff were also benefited invisibly, including Chief of Staff.

Back at the brigade headquarters, Major Scheneer was confined to his room for several days, without interrogation or questioning, saying it was an isolation and review. In fact, there was not even a military policeman on duty outside the door, but except Chief Rusty, no one dared to violate the general's order and privately visit Major Scheneer who was dismissed.

From beginning to end, Major Scheller, who was suffering from unfair treatment, did not complain. He was reading books or writing reports. He was as calm as water and waited for the general's final decision on himself.

On the evening of the third day, Lieutenant Colonel Rusty came to Major Schneil's room again. As soon as he met, the Chief of Staff waved a letter in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Congratulations, my friend, please take out the bottle of champagne you have treasured, and celebrate today!"

Major Shener reluctantly took out the bottle of wine worth 300 francs from the wine cabinet and handed it to Rusty for trouble. The letter was placed on the table. At the latter's instructions, Major Shener opened the reading.

It was a letter of appointment, signed by Desai himself, and appointed Major Schneil as the Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and his military rank was also promoted to one level. Now it is Lieutenant Colonel Schneil.

"Military Intelligence Bureau Director?" Shenell was very confused. He knew that the intelligence chief had always been Lieutenant Colonel Carls. He knew that General Desay would not treat the heroes unfairly, but this appointment did make Shenell a little nervous.

"My friend, don't worry about anything!" Rusty smiled and handed a glass of champagne to Shenell with flowers and offering Buddha. "It's obvious that our general Desai is very dissatisfied with the performance of the gendarmerie. Such a major sneak attack incident could not capture a clue in advance. If you hadn't turned the tide, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Chapter completed!