Chapter 549 Absurd

A week later, this meaningless war of attrition was still going on.

Zachary Taylor's bold words did not come true. The U.S. troops would scream and run back when they encountered a little resistance in front of the Albuquerque Fortress.

You know, these people still have bullets, and the supervision team naturally did not dare to embarrass them.

So, a strange scene appeared.

There were a few sparse gunshots on the wall, and then the U.S. troops fell down in rows.

At first, the commanders of both sides could not believe their eyes.

The temporary command post of the U.S. Army.

"General! The Mexicans' firepower is too strong! The siege troops suffered heavy losses and requested fire suppression"

"How is this possible! In a week, we fired 50 tons of shells! Several guns were blown up! How can the other side still have fierce firepower?!"

Zachary Taylor was so angry that he kicked the table over, and the staff could only sigh helplessly at the food on the ground.

A staff officer said, "Maybe the intelligence is wrong, the main force of the Mexicans did not leave the Albuquerque Fortress."

Another staff officer followed suit and said, "Or there is a tunnel, the Mexicans can get reinforcements and supplies continuously, otherwise why don't they surrender?"

Zachary Taylor wanted to kick him out this time. Mexico has a total of 100,000 troops. Now there are more than 100,000 people besieging Winfield in Veracruz, and tens of thousands of people are suppressing the rebellion in the south. Now there are more than 100,000 people in the Albuquerque Fortress confronting him.

"How is this possible!" Zachary Taylor roared.

As for the so-called tunnel, it is even more impossible. To maintain the supply of tens of thousands of people, it must be a huge project. Zachary Taylor couldn't imagine it at all, but he still gave the order.

"Send out the scout cavalry and search carefully for me! If there is no five kilometers, expand to ten kilometers!"

"Yes!" The reconnaissance company commander took the order and attacked immediately.

In fact, these scouts had long wanted to go out for a breath of fresh air. The atmosphere in the command center was tense and awkward. Because the U.S. military had never had such a large organization before, a large number of troops were temporarily mixed together, and various problems often occurred in command and dispatch.

In addition, the war had not been going well for so long, and Zachary Taylor's anger was growing day by day. The unlucky ones were naturally those who had to stand by at the headquarters.

On the other hand, the brigadier general who was scolded by the commander was also dissatisfied and retorted: "How thick are the walls of the Mexicans! Those artillerymen used infantry guns, but how could they penetrate with a caliber of only three or four pounds?

What kind of soldiers did you give me! They can't even stand steadily, how can they fight?!"

"What did you say! You are dismissed! Your Excellency the Brigadier General!" Zachary Taylor roared angrily.

"I don't want to fight yet! I'm going to Washington to sue you! You can wait for the military court!" The brigadier general was also a ruthless man. He took off his military uniform and threw it on the ground, and strode out of the headquarters.

Zachary Taylor's nose was about to be crooked with anger, but he had no choice but to suppress his anger and said to Johnny, the staff officer beside him.

"I now appoint you as the commander of the 52nd Brigade, and I will also hand over the 1st Brigade of Virginia to you. You must show the style of our Virginians." Zachary Taylor hugged his staff officer and whispered: "I believe in you, kid."

Johnny was a top student from West Point Military Academy. He knew that morale must be boosted at this time. So when Johnny arrived at the front line, the first thing he did was to execute several soldiers who deserted, and then gave a generous speech.

The content was nothing more than the same few things, such as America's rule over North America is destiny, we must be brave enough to sacrifice for America, and fight for freedom and democracy

Then the scene at the beginning was staged again, and a few sparse gunshots came from the city wall, and then the US troops fell down in rows.

After several attacks, the bodies of US troops were everywhere, and the Mexicans on the top of the city began to celebrate their victory.

Brigadier General Johnny could only order a retreat. As the bugler rang the triangle of retreat, the American corpses on the ground suddenly came alive and ran towards the American positions.

The blacks on the city wall who saw this scene were very surprised and shouted.

"Witchcraft! This is witchcraft! They used witchcraft!"

Looking at the panicked soldiers under his command, Diego sighed helplessly.

"Damn it! The Americans actually have necromancers! Tell the brothers that the bullets must be soaked in urine, so that those evil creatures can be destroyed"

This is what is called a match for the general.

This sentence also applies to the battlefield in Veracruz. One did not know how to defend so he chose to attack, and the other did not know how to attack so he chose to defend.

Then a strange scene appeared. The surrounded American troops rushed left and right in the encirclement, but finally returned to Veracruz.

In fact, the US military relied entirely on ports for supplies, so even if they won, they did not dare to go deeper. Although the Mexican army was defeated repeatedly, it always maintained the encirclement.

In St. Gabriel, Stephen Kearney finally thought of filling up the trenches after many unsuccessful attacks.

It must be said that this tactic was very effective. It took only a few days for the U.S. military to fill up the trenches in front of the fortress.

But even without the trenches, these American soldiers were unwilling to force the attack.

They always found ten thousand reasons to refuse the attack. Stephen Kearney initially hoped that Fremont and Robert Stockton could make some achievements on the west coast, and then he could reap the benefits.

As a result, the Austrians directly sent Robert Stockton's surrender and John Fremont's hat.

However, Washington did not mention the news of the expeditionary fleet. Stephen Kearney believed that the situation would be worse than he thought.

It is better to say that this narrow valley prevented the Austrians from further expanding their victory than to say that Fort San Gabriel blocked the advance of the US military.

Now he would think of the fire that day as soon as he closed his eyes. He didn't know how the Austrians set the whole camp on fire and let his soldiers kill each other.

Stephen Kearney even suspected that the Austrians borrowed the power of Satan. There was no other explanation for why his soldiers killed each other.

"Yes, it must be the power of Satan!"

The staff and officers around were stunned by Stephen Kearney's sudden words.

"Satan?"

"Yes! Does it look like a huge hexagram magic circle here?"

Everyone looked at each other, and Stephen Kearney continued.

"This must be a sacrifice! Yes, they need enough lives and souls to complete the sacrifice. Then they can revive the ancient evil god sleeping in Death Valley!"

The staff and officers had actually heard some legends about Death Valley. No one cared about it at first, but under Stephen Carney's suspicious guidance, they couldn't help but start to get scared.

"Indeed, we bombed for so long and didn't see any bodies of the Austrians. Are they all undead!?"

Stephen Carney: "That's right! Report to Washington immediately. We need chaplains! Lots of them!"