Chapter 881: The Great Retreat

"withdraw!"

"withdraw!"

"..."

In the heavy rain, the coalition soldiers who attacked in a sneak attack died, and the injured lay in the mud and howled miserably. read

Those who were escaping were stuck together, you wouldn't let me, I wouldn't let you, pushing and cursing each other.

With red eyes, he raised his sword and struck at the soldier blocking him.

In this chaos, the cavalry from Cotton City arrived.

They galloped back and forth on horseback and shouted, ordering the soldiers to retreat.

There were also cavalrymen blowing horns with their mouths bulging.

The order to retreat gave the Union soldiers a sense of amnesty, and they ran toward Cotton City.

An hour passed.

The heavy rain gradually stopped and turned into thin raindrops, and the vision gradually became clearer.

The gunfire also stopped, and only the wails of wounded soldiers remained on the entire battlefield.

Zhao Xu was inspecting the camp with Chang Wei at this time.

In his eyes, the corpses of coalition soldiers stretched from the front of the chariot in the camp to 600 meters away.

This is precisely the effective range of the Qin-style rifle.

The wet ground seemed to be covered with a carpet of corpses.

"They suffered at least 80,000 or 90,000 casualties in this sneak attack." Chang Wei made a rough estimate.

Zhao Xu nodded and added, "And they are elite."

These dead soldiers were well-dressed, all had strong bodies, and none of them were old, weak, sick or disabled.

Whether it is ancient wars or modern wars, elites are very important.

These elites are often experienced, young and strong veterans.

His personal combat effectiveness is also among the best in the military.

In cold weapon wars, these elites often serve as vanguards.

As long as they defeat the opponent's vanguard, the opponent is basically defeated.

In contemporary times, it is the difference between first-line troops and second-line troops.

After patrolling around, the two stopped at the south gate of the camp.

Looking at Miancheng, Zhao Xu said with cold eyes: "Don't miss the opportunity. If you lose it, you will never come back. Take advantage of the victory to pursue and capture Miancheng."

The visibility is unclear under heavy rain, which is not conducive to attack.

But after it rained for half a day, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have become thinner, and the heavy rain turned into light rain.

This light rain is even more powerful for them.

Because in the rain, they were able to use Qin-style rifles, but the opponent could not use muskets and artillery.

They suddenly became a cold weapon force.

Besides, the trenches were now filled with rainwater.

If the rain stops, the water will slowly seep down.

After all, it was summer, and the sun was so fierce that it could bake the earth dry in just one day.

"Yes, Your Highness." Chang Wei's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. He was about to make this suggestion to King Yan.

He turned and left, sounding the drum of attack.

"Dong dong dong..." The sound of the war drums was like muffled thunder, igniting the morale of the palace soldiers.

At the same time, the enemies in Cotton City were frightened.

On the city wall.

As soon as the war drums in the camp sounded, Orski, Ashur, Dou Wei, and Fan Xinglun all changed their expressions.

At this moment, they were looking at the tragic death of their own elite in front of the camp, feeling heartbroken.

As soon as the drum beat, they immediately forgot the humiliation of the failed sneak attack.

"This is the sound of war drums for King Yan's army to launch a general offensive. Three slow and one fast, you listen." Dou Wei felt a chill down his spine.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong dong dong, dong, dong, dong, dong dong dong..."

The three Ashurs listened carefully and found that it was indeed the case.

With a gloomy face, he looked at Orsky and said, "Instructor Orsky, come up with something."

Orsky just remained silent.

Now he was sinking into a deep sense of frustration.

When he was sent to Beidi as a military instructor, he looked down upon these eastern natives with the mentality of a civilized man.

I think teaching them anything is a golden rule for them.

But as he came into contact with King Yan's army again and again.

His confidence collapsed.

Not only did King Yan's army have more advanced firearms than them, but their tactics also made him look like a stupid pig.

This sneak attack was his decision, and this mistake will be a shame that he will never be able to wash away in his life.

"Bang bang bang..."

While he was hesitating, the dark soldiers of King Yan rushed out from the camp.

They were divided into three groups, one detouring from the east, one detouring from the west, and one heading towards them.

Orski could look towards the trench, but saw that the trench was full of turbid muddy water.

The trench was dug as high as a man. If the soldiers got into it, they would drown if it was flooded, not to mention fighting.

Besides, it's still raining.

Although it was a light rain, it was raining non-stop. People in the rain could be soaked in a short time, and ammunition could not be avoided, making it impossible to fight.

"Withdraw!" Orsky slowly closed his eyes, "Stay here and wait to be massacred!"

Ashur nodded.

The mud in front of the trench was turned into mud by the fleeing soldiers.

Even if he sent out cavalry, the cavalry would not be able to run in the mud.

The muskets and artillery were unusable, and so were the cavalry.

However, King Yan's musket was used as usual.

Even though he hated King Yan and wanted to die, he did not dare to stay and continue fighting.

"Then leave quickly, you won't be able to leave any later." Fan Xinglun said at this time.

Although King Yan's soldiers also trudged hard in the mud, they still approached Miancheng little by little.

If they are surrounded, their fate will be the same as that of the Wu army in Jiangxia.

Ashur and Orsky nodded and immediately got off the city wall.

Then, the sound of horns resounded throughout Miancheng, the south gate opened wide, the Beidi cavalry was the first to leave the city, followed by the Shi clan army, and headed south in a huge crowd.

Orski followed closely under the protection of more than 3,000 Russian soldiers.

In this sneak attack, his army lost more than a thousand people.

Now, his soldiers were dejected and demoralized.

Obviously, the Yan Wang army had dampened their spirits.

"We really have to take this Yan Wang seriously." Orski frowned.

In the past, he thought that Yan Wang was a threat, but only a threat.

It might take 50% of the country's strength to deal with it.

But now, he thinks that Yan Wang is the mortal enemy of the Western Land country.

We must use all our strength to deal with it.

As he was thinking, Ashur beside him suddenly sighed, "I wanted to use up their food and grass, but now, this is impossible."

Orski was stunned when he heard this.

Turning his head, he looked towards Cotton City, where wisps of white smoke were rising into the sky.

But the white smoke was intermittent, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, as if it had no strength.

Before retreating, they naturally had to burn the granary.

But now it was wet everywhere, and it was not easy to ignite anywhere.

More importantly, the enemy came too fast, and there was water everywhere in the city, so it was easy to put out the fire.

I'm afraid that the fire will be put out before the food and grass burn.

"It's better to burn a little." Olski smiled bitterly.

When he came to Cotton City, he was full of passion, but now it's colder than the rain.

"Damn heavy rain!" A drop of rain fell into his eyes, and he couldn't help cursing.