Home is a curse for the Chinese. With home, you have roots and security. Your ancestors can have a place to worship, and your descendants can have a place to raise them. Your past and present lives, your ancestors and descendants are all in the same family. Got links and inheritance.
For the sake of a family name, Chinese people can give up everything and even their lives!
Weng Derong dropped this bombshell at the most critical moment, and soon all the more than 7,000 Taiping troops on the battlefield knew the news.
At that moment, their eyes radiated light like wild wolves: "I belong to our ancestors! Why didn't you tell me earlier? It turns out that the front is our home. We will have roots after laying down Iquique!"
The veterans, who were so hot with blood, tore their shirts to pieces and ran forward naked, carrying explosives. At that moment, what supported them in the battle was not the brainwashing of some false God-worshiping society, nor the upper body of some weird god. In their hearts, Just one thought.
This is my house in front of you, so I have to fight home!
The 7,000 Taiping Army were 7,000 lunatics. Almost all of them lost their weapons and carried explosives on their backs. They actually emptied all the explosives prepared for this battle.
The ground was covered with naked Taiping soldiers like ants, and there were waving pennants everywhere. The drums in the rear were already as dense as thunder, and the Chilean soldiers who were shouting in shock were all ashen-faced.
"The Chinese are crazy! Why are they not afraid of death? Why are they fighting? They are not human beings. They are not humans on the same planet as us..."
Tang Lei's eyes filled with excitement. He said with trembling lips, "You don't understand. You people who have been colonized for more than four hundred years and have forgotten the glory of your ancestors will not understand!"
"You gave up your long-lasting glory and chose to bow to reality. You are willing to live under the colonial rulers and take it for granted... You people will not understand the proud soul of the Chinese!"
"We don't want to be enslaved. We were not born to be slaves. Two thousand years ago, we Chinese knew that princes and generals should live in peace. You may be able to bully us temporarily, but you will never make the Chinese accept slavery. destiny!"
"The Chinese are not indigenous people like you who accept their fate. The descendants of China will never be slaves! If I have a family, I am a person who stands upright! This is the spirit of our fight to the end!"
The Taiping veterans were swept away by artillery fire and bullets like moths to the flame, but there were also a group of lucky people who broke through the fire net and rushed to the fortress. Under the horrified eyes of the enemy, the explosive packs were piling up more and more. .
These oilcloth-wrapped explosive packets left the Peruvian army helpless. Even if you pour water on it, you may not be able to destroy the layer of oilcloth. All they can do is to continue to fire, reducing the number of charging soldiers and reducing the number of these explosive packets. , at least there will be no serious damage after the explosion.
Weng Derong ran wildly on the battlefield. The largest flag inspired more soldiers to move forward. The rhythm of the entire battlefield was completely controlled by the peace flag.
"Brothers... kill! If there is a family, there will be peace... If there is a family, there will be peace!"
"If you have a home, you have..." At this moment, there was a sudden rumble in the sky, as if a carriage was running past in mid-air.
Then there was a bang and a bang next to Weng Derong... The three shells exploded almost at the same time, and the smoke and dust swallowed up everything and the peace flag.
The battlefield suddenly came to a standstill, and Tang Lei and Sirapizzo were stunned for a moment. "General Weng...Brother Weng..." they both shouted in unison.
"Hurry up and save people, go find General Weng..."
The Taiping troops around the explosion point on the battlefield couldn't believe their eyes. They ran towards the smoke like crazy. They hoped that a miracle would happen at that moment.
But war is war, and the God of Death will not show mercy to anyone. When the smoke cleared, what people saw was the bloody gourd-like corpse of Weng Derong, with shrapnel all over his body, but his hand still held the flag tightly.
The Taiping flag was planted on the sand at a 35-degree angle, and the broken military flag pointed directly at the fortress opposite. At that moment, people seemed to still hear Weng Derong's charging cry.
"Brother..." People suddenly fell to their knees on the battlefield. The big brother who led the uprising of the Zhugang miners finally rested on this land and died with his eyes open.
"Ah..." People roared like wolves, "Avenge big brother! Revenge..." In the cry, the piles of explosives were ignited one by one, and the loud rumbling noise shook the ground.
The fortress due south was captured, the fortress due east was blown open, and the fortress in the northeast was severely damaged... So far, four of the seven Iquique satellite fortresses have been pulled out.
Silapizzo had tears in his eyes. He silently drew his sword and said to the officers around him, "This is obviously our war. Why are we not as brave as these Chinese people?"
"The Chinese killed a general. Are our Chilean officers cowards? Let's go to the battlefield... We have to shed some blood for this war!"
"Blow the horn of attack, our Chilean army...will fight to the death! We will win!"
Sirapizzo threw away the scabbard, held the sword forward in his right hand, and started to stride forward holding the pistol in his left hand. Next to him were the Chilean officers who were also inspired. They drew their swords and threw away their scabbards. They gathered around the general's flanks with a sword and a pistol.
Then the general's guards, guard battalions, and even the logistics engineers followed, and the entire battlefield was filled with an extremely tragic atmosphere.
It was now 11:20 in the morning, and the reinforcements from Dongfang Tietutuo and Chen Yonglu also arrived. Seeing this scene, the two were shocked and speechless.
The Peruvian army only had the last three forts. The remaining commanders sent out the most urgent signal for help. The Peruvian navy on the sea knew that the situation was urgent. They gave up chasing the remaining Chilean warships and swarmed towards the offshore. They had just arrived to be effective. The cannons of the warships within range began to roar.
"Blow up these Chileans... Blow up those Chinese mercenaries... Fire! Fire!"
"Use our large-caliber naval guns to give them a taste of their power... Firepower is king in this era!"
After the naval battle, the number of Peruvian warships that could still carry out bombing was 19. The firepower that these warships could pour out was close to the firepower output of two army artillery regiments.
In an era when battleships were king, why did ironclads become strategic weapons? It is because of the large number of artillery and their large caliber and high power.
Ironclad ships floating on the sea are actually huge mobile forts. The recoil of the artillery can be effectively transmitted to the sea through the hull, so as long as the keel is strong enough, you can theoretically add any caliber of giant cannon to it.
What's more important is that the armored ship can also move, and it is no problem to hit and run or hit and run. This advantage is unmatched by the Army Artillery Regiment.
For artillery on land, if you want to pursue a large caliber, you have to give up its mobility. If you pursue mobility and flexibility, you have to reduce its caliber and power. This is a dilemma.
Only steel battleships can balance the two problems of firepower and maneuverability. This is the fundamental reason why the big ship and big gun doctrine was rampant in the world before the advent of aviation weapons.
