New Shun 1730

There is a saying in later generations that weapons are not as good as silver dollars, and silver dollars are not as good as ideology.

At this time, when soldiers all over the world have no ideology, Liu Yu is full of confidence in the victory rate of Dashun in this war.

Many years ago, the difference between the soldiers here and those in Europe was mainly in silver dollars. When the daily calories of black slave soldiers were enough to train once a day, they were still worried about whether they could eat and being sucked blood by soldiers, so that training every three to five days was already the standard camp level, and eating a chicken could cause mutiny.

Nowadays, weapons are slightly stronger and silver dollars are not bad. Although the sailors with bad teeth curse the dried meat and pot-cakes that are so hard that they can hammer nails all day long, at least eating is not a problem.

The most important thing is that Dashun not only pays salaries on time, but also a group of self-interested meritorious officials pay full salaries in the border areas in order to make meritorious deeds.

Not only do they pay salaries, but they are also granted land after retirement.

This is incredible, incredible, enough to be called the strongest army in the world.

Moreover, before the battle, the elite combat engineers of Dashun did not discuss cutting heads for meritorious service, but discussed life after the war, farming, family, cattle and horses, and labor.

And the future prospects.

This is terrible.

So, when the sea bombardment began at eight o'clock in the morning and the company officers issued combat missions. These soldiers who had been in a state of wooden chickens before the battle began quickly became excited.

There was no need to distribute opium and hemp leaves like India in the previous Carnatic War to boost combat effectiveness.

There was no need to pile up boxes of silver in front of everyone before the heavy armored soldiers attacked the fortress of Luosha in the north of Dashun.

They just clenched their muskets in their hands and squatted in the garrison pits excitedly and quietly ready to attack.

The order issued by the officers was to launch the attack at 9:15.

Because the tide began to recede around nine o'clock, and the tide would recede to the lowest around twelve o'clock.

The tide is backwashing the Guwome River, and there will be a period of time between 12:00 and 1:30, which is the most suitable time to build a pontoon bridge across the river.

The goal of the 13th Battalion is to control the salient bastion on the south side of Fort St. George before 12:00, destroy the British cannons on the salient bastion, and build artillery positions to defend against the British counterattack.

The artillery must cross the Guwome River between 12:00 and 1:00, pull the 12-pound cannon to the triangular bastion, and start to bombard the main bastion of Fort St. George.

Otherwise, the next low tide will have to wait until after 6:00 in the evening, which means that the 13th Battalion will have to spend a dangerous night on the triangular bastion under constant counterattack.

Zhao Lisheng and other soldiers in charge of the assault no longer spoke at this time. Perhaps it was out of excitement, or perhaps it was out of habit. The more excited they were before the war, the less they wanted to talk.

The sound of the cannons on the sea and the artillery fire from the west and north were intertwined. In the garrison pit, there was only the sound of chewing tobacco or spitting saliva and dregs.

At a quarter to nine, the soldiers in the trenches and garrisons nearby began to cross the river according to the officers' orders.

Zhao Lisheng stuck his head out from the breastwork made of wicker baskets. The companies of their battalion that used special tiger squat guns had already begun to cross the river.

Ahead of them, a special skirmisher company using rifles and mast shooters from the Indian squadron crossed the river.

Dashun did not have many skirmishers in the Nanyang direction. Dashun had quite a few skirmishers in other directions, and many of them were tribesmen from North Asia or North America. Most of them were hunters of the Dashun Whale Sea Fur Company before, but they were not suitable for the climate of India and Nanyang, so they did not participate in the Nanyang battle.

The skirmishers on the Nanyang side were mainly hunters who hunted elephants, rhinos, and crocodiles. They mainly operated in Nanyang and Africa, which was also a byproduct of the gradual development of Dashun trade in recent years.

Mast shooters and these elite skirmishers all used special rifles. This is called a wooden butt bullet. Unlike the elite French chasseurs and skirmishers, they have to use hammers to knock lead bullets into rifled guns.

These skirmishers do not line up or fight in lines. Instead, they work in groups of one, one, and one, looking for cover and firing freely.

If it is a large-scale battle in a field battle, their task is to consume the enemy in front of the phalanx and the line formation. In short, if the artillery can't hit, the cavalry will run back, and the opposite line formation will shoot freely and slowly.

But in the specially reinforced siege, their task is to use the range and accuracy of the rifled gun to suppress the enemy soldiers in the bastion.

The fire support companies that cover the combat engineer battalion dug their own pits with specialized tiger squat guns.

Soon, these skirmishers and the navy mast shooters in striped shirts had dispersed across the river, each looking for a hidden position, and began to shoot freely and casually in the direction of the bastion.

Through the breastwork, we can see the fire support company of the same battalion, finally doing the old job of the grenadiers.

A team of five people, carrying a specialized small cannon weighing dozens of kilograms, quickly dug a pit more than a hundred steps away from the bastion trench and the anti-gun slope.

The artillery fire from the sea and the artillery in the gun position here, under the reconnaissance of the hot air balloon, easily suppressed the British artillery on the bastion.

Soon, one small pit after another was dug. The people in the same squad carried a backpack with them. When they went, they carried grenades, and they could directly load soil when they arrived at the place.

Not long after, a small artillery had completed the simple position construction. The soldiers ignited the grenades they carried, stuffed them into the small artillery, and ejected them with very low chamber pressure, exploding on the anti-cannon slope and breast wall behind the trench that made all the Guangyi grenadiers who attacked the city feel sick.

Zhao Lisheng retracted his head, took out the last piece of betel nut and chewing tobacco from his pocket, mixed them together and chewed them, and then waited for the order to attack.

The soldiers of the company carried the boat and quickly crossed the Guwom River, then lined up and reorganized by the river.

The direction of their attack has been determined, and the overall southeast side of the fortress will have a long period of blind spot.

"Company! Forward!"

The officer drew his sword and walked in the first row on the far left of the company. The soldiers beating the military drum beat according to the normal drum beat.

This distance is safe, and the real battle will take place in front of the dike in front of the trench. There is the key to making the treatment of Guangyi grenadiers, first climbers, or combat engineers higher than that of ordinary private troops.

It can be said that it is a place of honor; it can also be said that it is the most brutal meat-crushing war.

There is a long sloping bank in front of the trench, which makes the cannon shells meaningless.

It also prevents the grenadiers from throwing grenades into the trench easily.

Behind the trench is a triangular fort or a solid fort. It is about two meters higher than the trench. The defensive soldiers on it can throw grenades or shoot.

The slope in front of the trench requires the grenadiers on the attacking side to rush up the slope to throw the grenades in place. The defenders can use the slope to throw the grenades far away.

The slope is a standard open area, bare, without a stone, a perfect shooting range.

The thumping drum sound drives the company's pace. The navy's bombardment has stopped, and the heavy artillery support is only a few heavy artillery of the army on the south side.

About seventy steps away from the trench, Zhao Lisheng's pace unconsciously wants to speed up, but the drum sound presses his pace back.

The supporting tiger squat cannons behind had greatly consumed the defenders by taking advantage of the indirect fire, but there were still some defenders hiding in the breastwork or the hidden places of the solid fort.

Bang...

On the opposite salient fort, clouds of white gunpowder smoke came out, and Zhao Lisheng heard the sharp whistling sound of lead bullets in his ears.

Glancing sideways, a comrade not far from him was hit by a lead bullet and fell to the ground in pain.

The people behind seemed to be completely blind, jumping over the comrades who fell to the ground, and woodenly filled the first row.

Twenty steps ahead was the most disgusting slope. The company also began to suffer casualties.

When they finally reached the slope and advanced ten steps, the whistle in the officer's mouth finally blew.

With the sound of the whistle, Zhao Lisheng finally let go of his suppressed steps and rushed to the top of the slope.

The trench was close to the salient fort, and the combat engineers could only shoot at the enemy on the fort at the top of the slope, throw grenades at each other, or compete in courage to throw the grenades thrown by the other side back.

Boom...

A three-pound cannon hidden under the shelter of the salient fort, loaded with shotgun shells, fired a shot at the Dashun Army on the slope.

Zhao Lisheng's face was covered with blood. He felt that his thigh seemed to be sprayed by those hateful shotgun shells. He should be bleeding, but he didn't have time to check it at this time. He felt that the injury was not serious.

Four or five people nearby screamed. At such a close distance, they were hit by the three-pound cannon shotgun shells, and blood was everywhere.

The whizzing sound of lead bullets kept echoing in his ears.

Zhao Lisheng ran to the top of the slope and saw the gun position of the three-pound cannon, but he couldn't see the British troops hiding behind the gun position.

However, he was close enough that he could even hear the chattering behind the gun position. His wife is a Bourgeois, a mixture of Europeans and Sinhalese. He may not understand this kind of gibberish foreign language, because his father-in-law's father is a carpenter in Germany and does not speak English, but it does not prevent him from knowing that this is probably urging to reload quickly.

So he took out the grenade from his back and rubbed it on the friction leather he carried. The fuse of the grenade is not white phosphorus, but phosphorus sulfide. Although it is not very safe, it is still safer than white phosphorus.

After rubbing, white smoke began to burn. Cao Dian said that if the distance is close enough, you should count twice in your mind before throwing it out.

But in this case, Zhao Lisheng obviously counted too fast, and then threw it towards the gun position.

After throwing, he turned sideways, shrank his head, and shrugged his back. This was a subconscious action. Looking at his comrades on the slope, at that moment, it was like a top-frame picture.

Someone was squatting on the ground, grabbing a grenade thrown by the British but not yet exploded, and obviously wanted to throw it back.

Someone was holding a musket, shooting at an unknown place.

Someone was lying on the ground, holding his chest and screaming.

Someone was dizzy, and probably jumped into the trench subconsciously to avoid the rolling grenade, but there were still four or five grenades kicked in or thrown at his feet, and he desperately wanted to jump up.

There were also people loading muskets there, and next to them lay a comrade with a lead bullet in his head.

The company behind them carrying bamboo ladders was rushing over here.

The picture that was on the top of the screen at this moment soon dispersed. A deafening explosion sounded from the salient fort. The huge air wave from the gunpowder explosion shook Zhao Lisheng's ears, as if someone had stuffed a ball of cotton into them, buzzing, and as if someone was constantly stuffing air into his ears with a cleaning rod.

Until he wanted to pat his ears to pour out the air that seemed to have solidified into a lead block.

"Don't stand there stupidly! Help put up the ladder!"