OBS Chapter 784 The troops are approaching the city
Chapter 784 The troops are approaching the city
Chapter 784 The troops are approaching the city
The enemy marched very quickly, and even with the harassment from the Texas cowboys, by the afternoon of the next day, the Union Jack and the Stars and Stripes flag of the colonial garrison were already flying at the foot of the mountain.
They built their camp in an orderly manner. The colonial garrison divisions from Quebec, New Brunswick, Virginia, Lower Canada, and Pennsylvania looked quite relaxed. They gathered together casually, puffing on cigarettes.
These colonial garrisons belonged to the local combat sequence and often fought against indigenous tribes and wild beasts. Many of the officers leading the troops were veterans who had participated in the suppression of the Indian Rebellion and the War of the Spanish Succession.
As for those local troops who had fought with the Texans, most of them were facing a powerful enemy and looked nervous. Many of them gathered together, took out the cross amulets, which almost everyone had, and prayed for blessings from the military priests.
The colonial troops couldn't help but laugh when they saw the attitude of the so-called "local elite", and their hearts were filled with a sense of superiority.
"Look, these pampered natives are so scared of the Texans after a defeat. I guess any wild beast would make them cry for their mothers with their pants wet."
"What local elite? They are probably not as good as our public security police. I really don't understand what they are afraid of."
"That's right, they are just a group of werewolves. They are invulnerable and immortal. Ha, I don't believe that flesh and blood can withstand the bombardment of siege cannons!"
As he spoke, the officer began to boast: "The last time we dealt with the Iroquois, their witches were planning to perform a blood sacrifice and cast a spell, but I called in the artillery to destroy them. When we went over to check, there was nothing left of the idols and formations."
Admiral George naturally noticed that the morale of his soldiers was not high. He took two guards and strode to the "podium" made of several ammunition boxes and shouted: "Boys, do you hear the taunts directed at you?"
"The 4th Infantry Division has always been known for its elite strength. Have you already abandoned your honor?"
"The Texans used some sinister magic when we just landed on the coast and had not yet gained a firm foothold. Are you afraid? Don't forget that the Knights of St. George are with us this time, and God is watching us from heaven. Cheer up, my soldiers, you will wash away the shame with the glory of victory and return home with a generous reward - this is my promise to you, George Irwin!"
"Glory to the United Kingdom!"
After boosting the morale of the 3rd Infantry Division, General George did not stop, but continued to move forward and inspect various military camps. It was not until the evening that he returned to the headquarters and happened to meet Marshal Julian who had just returned from an inspection at the front line.
Admiral George said quickly, "Marshal, the fortress built by the Texans looks quite impressive. Our artillery shells are limited in stock. If we cannot break through the enemy's city defenses before the shells are exhausted, we can only wait for deployment from the mainland."
Thanks to Britain's castration of colonial industries, the vast British North America did not even have a cannonball production line of its own. There were only a few gun production lines in the territories that originally belonged to the thirteen colonies.
The rest, in the vast colonies, were mostly produced in small workshops, which were adequate for local security and hunting, but far from sufficient to supplement military use.
Julian shook his head and said, "You worry too much. With the industrial base of the Texans, they can't use reinforced concrete to build New Basilicata into a real fortress city. As long as our airship flies over the enemy's head and drops hundreds of tons of shells, even if the Texans really build a 'Liege Fortress', it will be razed to the ground."
Admiral George hesitated to speak, as in his battle report, he had clearly stated how weak the airships were when facing the enemy dragons. Without dealing with the enemy dragons, the airship fleet would be of no use at all.
Marshal Julian seemed to have anticipated what he wanted to say, and said bluntly: "Admiral George, you have dealt with the enemy's dragon before. I need you to set up a killing game. Whether it is trapping, capturing, or killing, the enemy's dragon must be dealt with. Let our airship fleet pour hundreds of tons of aerial bombs on the enemy's head!"
Admiral George said in a deep voice: "Then I need the assistance of the Iron Duke and all the Royal Mage Corps. The enemy's dragon is very cunning. I need you to give me some time. Before that, the airship must not be used easily."
"Yes, but you should know that the time I can give you is very limited. If we can delay it indefinitely, we might as well just trap these Texans in the mountains. After a few years, they can only find rats to eat in the mountains."
Marshal Julian stared at Admiral George's eyes like a falcon: "The meaning of this war has changed now. You should know that we can only succeed, not fail. Glory belongs to the United Kingdom."
Admiral George responded solemnly: "Glory to the United Kingdom."
It would have been fine if he had been transferred back to his homeland on the charge of "unfavorable combat performance" before, but that was not done. Instead, he was required to "make meritorious contributions while serving his sentence". If he succeeded, all the previous things would be forgiven. But if he lost, not only would his own future be ruined, but his family's reputation would also be affected, and he might even end up in jail.
There was no way out for him.
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Leon and his reconnaissance team had retreated back into the mountains, and were now looking from afar at the British camp being set up below.
Leon looked at the piles of ammunition boxes and the endless procession of packhorses on the road in the distance, and couldn't help but exclaim: "These damn British guys, judging from their posture, they really treat us as a formidable enemy."
A centurion smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't this something to be proud of? The only people that could be treated so cautiously by the world's hegemon were the Gallic roosters."
"Come on, don't flatter us. If it weren't for Mr. Losa, we might not even be able to withstand the first round of attack from the British, let alone the French, who have the world's best army."
Baron Charles, who was about to speak, suddenly showed a satisfied expression on his face.
Leon, who was observing Baron Charles, rolled his eyes.
An elite leader murmured worriedly, "If the enemy really lets these shells fall on our heads, we won't be able to make up for it no matter how many lives we have. Watching them leisurely setting up camp there is more painful than killing me."
Leon frowned and said, "Don't be impulsive. The enemy has been prepared for a long time. The tribe has sent more than just a few rangers, but how many of them have returned to join us?"
Baron Charles said seriously, "If those things explode, they will be very powerful. In that case, why not let me go? I can spray dragon fire. If I get close to those ammunition boxes, I can definitely blow them all up!"
Leon was a little moved. After all, according to Charlie, if they all died, it would just be a nightmare.
And Charlie, a somewhat vain guy, undoubtedly hopes that his exit will be like the last thunder in the storm.
Finally, he shook his head and said, "Forget it. We don't have only one chance. The enemy has just arrived at our feet. It's time to be most vigilant. It's better to slow down and find out the enemy's details."
Who knows what’s inside those so-called ammunition boxes?
Even if Charlie is really used as a self-propelled bomb, it is better to find out the location of the white crystal bombs stored by the enemy before considering action.
"Let's retreat back to Fort Wolfe."