The commander of the Bolivian army was spinning around the fire like a trapped animal at this moment. He knew very well that he had fallen into the trap of the Chinese. Attacks from all directions were aimed at tiring his soldiers to death and at the same time consuming a large amount of weapons and ammunition.
But being able to clearly see the enemy's strategy does not mean that he can solve this deadlock. The simple reason is that the quality of his soldiers cannot keep up. The soldiers have no experience in night combat.
Judging from the current military technology, night battles are actually a hand-to-hand battle in the end. It is difficult to position the cannon in the darkness and chaos, and the muskets cannot find the opportunity to focus their fire. The order of the battlefield can easily collapse and fall into chaos.
Once caught in hand-to-hand combat, these indigenous soldiers will be the first to be unable to hold on. Four hundred years of colonial rule have long since castrated their courage. To deal with such soldiers, money must be used to motivate them.
The Bolivian army commanders were really unwilling to take such a risk. They knew the quality of their soldiers very well, but in the face of endless harassment from the Chinese, they could only choose to counterattack.
The war in Iquique is about to break out, and the Peruvian defenders are eager for them to arrive as soon as possible. Even if the time is delayed by an hour or two, Iquique may not be able to survive.
This important port city is related to the entire war situation, and no one can bear this responsibility.
Pockets filled with gold coins were opened one by one. Under the light of the torch, these gold coins with the heads of the Spanish kings were shining. Each of the selected soldiers was given twenty gold coins, and the commander also promised that these brave warriors who attacked would receive double this reward after the war.
A heavy reward must be rewarded by a brave man. Under the leadership of a white officer, a battalion of indigenous soldiers screamed like chicken blood. Then countless white officers joined them and took over the command at the grassroots level. These white rulers finally Determined to risk his life.
The Remington rifle was filled with water, the bayonet was polished sharply, the gold coins in my arms were warmed by the body temperature, and my heart was filled with warmth. I screamed in my throat. For a moment, my momentum was like that of an elite in a hundred battles. shining.
A battalion of Bolivian soldiers made a tentative attack from the fire far away in the southwest. Behind this battalion of soldiers, there were two other battalions of soldiers gathering, ready to meet these small soldiers exploring the road at any time.
Getting closer and closer, they were getting closer and closer to the ambushed Third Company. Luo Gou and Ma Jun, with more than a hundred brothers, only carried peace knives, and then lay motionless on the sand. At that moment, they could even feel The ground shakes from the enemy's footsteps.
More than 150 musketeers squatted 200 meters behind the third company, their loaded Enfield rifles ready to fire.
When the torchlight of the assaulting Bolivian army approached to a distance of more than 20 meters in front of the lurking third company, Ma Zijian shouted, "Everyone has... concentrated fire and shooting! Let's go!"
Boom, boom, boom... more than 150 rifles were fired in three bursts, mowing down a large area of the Bolivian army in the distance, and at the same time exposed their position.
"Find the enemy, fire back..." The Bolivian army officer drew his command knife and roared loudly, and then the Bolivian army's muskets began to counterattack.
After all, they were carefully selected soldiers. The battle was filled with white smoke, but both sides had no intention of retreating. Gradually, Ma Zijian, the second company who lost the advantage in numbers, issued an order to fight and then retreat.
The Bolivian army never expected that the second company was actually a bait and the real killing move was right under their noses. As the military formation slowly moved forward, Ma Jun and Luo Gou saw the right moment and shouted, "Kill! Taiping! Taiping." !”
Xiao Erbai's dead soldier jumped up fifteen meters in front of the Bolivian army, holding the peace knife high and dancing like a tiger.
The Bolivian army could not react at such a close distance. Before the officer could give the order, a large section of the Bolivian army in the front row was cut down with a peace knife.
There were hoarse roars everywhere on the battlefield. Sparks were flying from the impact of the swords and bayonets. Countless bayonets fell to the ground with crisp cracking sounds. The heavy blades cut the bones with a muffled sound, coupled with the sound of the dying Bolivian soldiers. The brutal howling plunged the entire battlefield into deathly silence.
When Ma Zijian saw that the enemy had fallen into the trap, he turned back and threw away the musket in his hand, picked up the peace knife buried in the sand and shouted, "Brothers, follow me! Kill a peace..."
"Kill...kill a scale..." The entire second company threw away their rifles, chose hand-to-hand combat and ran towards the enemy.
This was simply a one-sided massacre. The Taiping Dao was originally a long weapon that evolved from the ancient simple sword. Anyone who has read Water Margin knows that the heroes of the Song Dynasty most commonly used this long-handled knife. It was definitely a powerful force. It's so heavy that it's easy to cut off heads and flesh.
Look at the bayonets in the hands of the Bolivian soldiers, each one is as thin as a toothpick, and the swords of the white commanders. To put it bluntly, in the eyes of the Taiping veterans, they are toys for girls to play with.
More than 300 Taiping troops and more than 500 Bolivian troops strangled together, showing no sign of decline. Instead, they became more and more courageous as they fought. Those Bolivian troops finally determined one thing. These Chinese are really not human beings, they are just a group of people from The demons of hell.
The commander at the rear was so frightened that he was sweating. "The reserve team assaults, joins the friendly forces, and outflanks these damn enemies..." The other two battalions of the Bolivian army launched a charge. They saw that the leading assault battalion could no longer support it. The thick smell of blood blew over with the night wind, and countless people vomited while running.
Tietoutuo sighed, "It's impossible to win without force! It's really impossible to win without force... I feel a little pity for them. Do you think you, a group of armed peasants, have only killed a few people? Now you want to fight us in hand-to-hand combat? Hey... we You’ve been killing people for twenty years, how about you compare with us?”
"The enemy's protrusion has been in chaos. General Weng Derong has obeyed the order... He ordered you to bring a thousand elites to cut in from the east side of the protrusion to cause chaos to the enemy..."
"General Chen Yonglu listens to the order... He ordered you to take two thousand elites to stand by on the west side of the salient. When the enemy mobilizes troops to besiege General Weng, you take the opportunity to attack..."
"Everyone who is left is recharging their energy to prepare for the general assault before dawn... Hehehe, is this starting to cause chaos? What a bunch of idiots!"
The battle situation was exactly as Tietoutuo had judged. Now, in order to rescue the leading battalion, the enemy army immediately sent three battalions of troops from the rear to advance forward in waves.
From a distance, it looks like an irregular pebble suddenly sprouted an elephant trunk. If Tietutuo and the others cannot seize this opportunity, they will really be sorry for their more than 20 years of licking blood.
"Taiping Army! Charge!" Weng Derong led more than a thousand soldiers and quickly ran towards the protrusion. Everyone ran forward at the risk of their lives, crashing into the enemy's formation like a herd of buffaloes.
The frightened and internally devastated senior Bolivian army officials had no choice but to yell a few nonsense words, "Hold it!"
The southwest region of the Bolivian Army's 25,000-strong army has been completely turned into a mess.
