805 Beach Landing

"Prepare to fight to the death!"

At Niutou Beach, Luther's eyes were red, he drew out the sword from his waist and raised it high.

At this moment, he was in a very embarrassed state, his clothes were in tatters, and his hair on the left side was burnt.

They were shelled all day yesterday.

In the last round of shelling at night, a shell exploded less than twenty meters away from him.

If it weren't for his guards protecting him, he would be dead.

At the same time, he also had the humiliation of being played.

It wasn't until the evening last night that he suddenly realized that the four attacks he had repelled were simply feints.

The ultimate goal is to destroy all their batteries.

But he also knew that even though he knew it was a feint at the time, there was nothing he could do about it.

Except for the first feint attack, the remaining ones were more and more powerful.

If not stopped, a feint becomes a real attack.

And this is where King Yan's army is really tricky.

In addition to shame and anger, there was also hatred rising in his heart.

His guard was dead. After counting more than 20,000 mercenaries, more than 15,000 were left. More than 4,000 died in yesterday's shelling.

This was just for the mercenaries, the powerful army suffered even more heavy casualties.

Of course, he would not feel bad about the death of Dasong's soldiers.

He only cares about his own people.

Many veterans here have fought with him for more than ten years.

They did not die on the hot southern islands, but died in Dasong.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"..."

When his voice fell, the mercenaries in the trench raised their muskets and shouted in agreement.

Luther looked at the ships in the river and encouraged the soldiers along the trench.

When he met a British soldier, he grabbed the other man's shoulder and shook him, "For glory!"

"For glory!" the British soldier shouted loudly.

When he met an indigenous soldier from Tianzhu, he said the same, "For the glory!"

The Tianzhu soldiers were more excited than the British soldiers, stopping their bodies and shouting, "For Britain."

During the years when Britain ruled Tianzhu, the British people seemed to be the most noble people in Tianzhu.

Once upon a time, the castes in their country were divided into four categories: Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, and Sudras.

Today, Britain seems to be still above Brahman.

And he belongs to the Shudras and is known as an untouchable person.

Now, Luther actually touched him, which naturally made him excited.

"Colonel, we will definitely defeat the enemy." The Tianzhu soldier added.

Luther smiled and walked towards the next Yaga indigenous soldier.

He liked the eternal confidence of the Tianzhu people, and he also liked this war, just as the Tianzhu soldiers said.

"Boom boom boom..."

While Luther was encouraging the soldiers, the remaining thirty-two forts launched a bombardment into the river.

It's just that such sparse bombardment has stopped thousands of sailing ships from charging.

The large troop carrier arrived at the shore. Since it could not dock close to the shore, the soldiers immediately got off the rope ladder and trudged to the shore from knee-deep water.

The boat was very free, and the soldiers swung directly to the shore and boarded the river bank.

For a time, the ships formed a line along the long Niutou beach.

The soldiers got off the boats one after another and moved forward to attack.

Viewed from a high altitude, it looks like countless dark green leaves moving on the yellow tidal flats.

"Bang bang bang..."

Once ashore, the soldiers immediately found their respective flag commanders.

Among the royal army, three people are the smallest combat unit.

But this is when they are used as skirmishers to harass the opponent's formation.

When attacking the trenches, it is not just a skirmish formation, but a combination of multiple formations.

Most of them are based on flags.

There are thirty people per flag, so the target is not too big when attacking. When facing many enemies at the same time, they can concentrate their firepower to kill them.

When the soldiers landed, three hot air balloons rose into the sky across from Jiujiang.

There is a rope tied to the bottom of these three hot air balloons, and the rope is tied to the wooden stakes below to ensure that the balloons will not be blown away by the wind.

In addition to the hot-air balloon soldiers, there were Qinshan, Guantong, and Lu Chang on these three hot-air balloons, each with a flagman.

The colors of the semaphore flags are also different, they are red, yellow, and blue.

Standing more than fifty meters high in the sky, the three of them could clearly see the battlefield on the opposite side.

In this way, they can dispatch soldiers based on battlefield intelligence.

Before the soldiers landed, they all memorized the colors of their respective flags, and whose soldiers followed orders.

"Pass this general's order to have the artillery establish an artillery position on the left beach in the direction of Chenshi." Observing the battlefield with a telescope.

Lu Chang issued the order regardless of his trembling legs.

He was still excited before getting on the hot air balloon.

But the hot air balloon almost killed him after it took off.

Looking down from above, he only felt top-heavy.

But the current situation was war, and he gritted his teeth and overcame his fear.

Finding a suitable position for artillery, he immediately gave the order.

At the same time, Qinshan and Guantong were also giving orders.

Among the soldiers on the tidal flat, there was someone who was responsible for observing the flag bearer on the other side with a telescope and delivering orders.

They received the order and kept sending people to pass the order down from level to level.

After landing, the originally chaotic soldiers gradually became orderly.

Different captains were responsible for different areas and launched attacks on the tidal flats.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Boom boom boom..."

After the infantry and artillery found their positions, they immediately launched an attack on the long mudflat.

At each point on the mudflat, soldiers from the royal palace advanced forward.

The howitzers fired lime bombs into the trenches. The soldiers responsible for throwing grenades took advantage of the smoke from the lime bombs to block the opponent's vision and make them unable to open their eyes, and quickly ran forward and threw grenades into the trenches.

Flames lit up in the white lime mist.

"Brothers, it's time to fight to the death. Do you want your family's land to be seized by the King of Yan? Do you want your accumulated wealth to disappear? Today, no one is allowed to retreat. Kill them all." In the trench, Wang Xie kept roaring at the powerful and wealthy generals.

Those who retreated from Jiangbei to Jiangnan and followed them were all loyal to them. The wealthy and their children.

Most of the private soldiers of the wealthy were recruited this time.

They knew that the people's will to resist the King of Yan was far less resolute than that of the private soldiers of the wealthy.

If they were ordered to guard Niutou Beach, they would lose it faster.

This was also the advice given to them by Luther. It was better to have good soldiers than to have many soldiers.

So, for the time being, they let the people dig trenches, transport food and grass, or assign miscellaneous soldiers.

When it was urgent, they would capture able-bodied men and send them to the army.

After all, this war could not afford to fail, and they had to gather all their strength.

But what he didn't know was that Luther had some malicious thoughts.

First, the elite of the powerful families resisted the King of Yan, and naturally they wanted to kill as many of the King of Yan's soldiers as possible, deplete the King of Yan's strength, and delay the King of Yan's southward march.

If the powerful families couldn't resist, they would be hysterical at that time.

At that time, they would completely ignore the lives of the people, accept any means, and force the people to go to the battlefield.

In this way, even if the King of Yan took over Jiangnan in the future, it would be a fragmented Jiangnan.

Not only could they not gain benefits, but they would also become a burden.

But for Wang Xie, they could not feel the viciousness in it.

Because it really echoed the interests of their powerful families.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Amid Wang Xie's roar, the powerful generals shouted with red eyes.

They hated the King of Yan, who made them lose their land and wealth in Jiangbei and now live under someone else's roof.

They wanted the King of Yan to pay the price with blood.