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The difference between the army was that the Eastern Route Army was very smooth. Faced with the large number of front troops, Leonard Wood, the head general of the army, showed amazing military ability. He traveled more than 300 miles and quietly arrived at the Beaumont Fortress, which was more than 100 miles away from San Francisco.

Ten miles away from the Beaumont Fortress, there is a pavilion. Because the pavilion is surrounded by citrus, locals call it the Orange Hall. Faced with the hot and hot wind, two soldiers wearing yellow wool uniforms, big eagle eagle eagle eagle hats, and black binoculars are watching carefully in the direction of the wind.

A young man with a high nose and wide shoulders and a clear angular face said: "Looking at the military flag, it should be the fifth place. What was the record of this army in the past?"

Another old man who seemed to be in his forties or fifties, and looked closely at seventy or eighty years old, and in short, half of the soil buried in the soil, responded: "There is no historical record, there is no decoration on the battle flag. It is probably a newly-organized army, and they seem to have to have a meal."

"When eating, that's great. The commanding heights are a small village six miles away. There should be no problem in controlling it... Then you can set up artillery bombardment. Do you have any opinions?" The young man looked at his fellow companions with him and asked in surprise. Seeing his strange expressions, he asked.

"No matter what, at least the knight's way must be abide by it. It is immoral to attack others in a prestigious way, especially when the opponent is having a meal."

After the old man finished speaking, Leonard decided to teach the old man a good lesson and get to know him.

"Old guy, no, old man. I heard that there was a monarch in China a long time ago, who went to war with other countries. When the enemy crossed the river, he did not fight, and the enemy soldiers were not strong. As a result, they were defeated and even their own country was gone. Do you think this monarch is good?"

"This person is our role model." The old man looked sacred, as if a saint had come to the world.

What a stubborn guy, Leonard cursed in his heart, but explained with a smile

"This king is now famous in history, but not as a role model, but as the biggest idiot. If you lose a battle, no matter how beautiful you say it is, it is useless. On the other hand, if you win a battle, you will be able to say anything. Old man, don't you want to be infatuated for thousands of years?"

The old chief of staff's face turned blue, his eyes turned green, and his hair stood up all over his body, and he was about to complete the first stage of the orc. Seeing that the situation was not good, Leonard hurriedly changed the subject

"Are the regiments ready? Your Excellency Chief of Staff?"

The old chief of staff almost instinctively replied

"It's ready. Master."

"That's good. Start the action on time ten minutes later, first control the commanding heights, and then the cavalry raid. If the enemy panics, the first and second infantry regiments will attack alternately. In any case, once the enemy stabilizes its position, it must alternately cover the retreat."

The Spanish army was unaware of all this, and put their guns in neat rows and prepared to start a meal. These included Lichmond, a Spanish shepherd. When the American artillery fire fell, Lichmond was scared to the point of being disgusted.

You can imagine how an ordinary soldier would feel in this attack. He was between more than 10,000 people and looked around. There were dense crowds of people from all directions. He lived a leisurely life and never dreamed that he would come to the battlefield.

He knew that a bloody battle was about to break out, and he was likely to die in this strange place. He was not sure how powerful the Pu army on the opposite side was. However, the battle that happened not long ago, I heard that many people died on his side.

Thinking of this, Lichmond's tightness was very tight. The surrounding population density was so large. This not only would not relieve his pressure, but would only make him even more nervous. Fear can be transmitted and strengthened between people. This fear is like a layer of tulle shielding Lichmond's feeling, and everything seems to be slowing down. It seems that there are officers shouting something.

He couldn't understand some officers' words, and even if some officers spoke in the same language as him, he could understand them, but it was difficult to understand. The most he heard was: "Everyone resisted and defeated them." But Richmond did not dare to do this according to this statement. He took a bowl full of rice and floors in his hand, and he didn't even know a grenade. He retreated and talked about it after getting the gun.

OK, turn backwards, and Lichmond began to strode. He knew that the US military was behind them and could charge at any time. Thinking of this, Lichmond accelerated his pace. He still wanted to buy the nine-headed sheep, but he didn't dare to die casually.

He ran fast, and the people around him couldn't help but follow him up. Seeing that the people around him were moving faster and faster, Lichmond naturally became more and more frightened. This was a bad positive feedback. It was not difficult to predict that if this positive feedback was allowed to develop, the ending would be that everyone would run together.

Fortunately, external forces were used to interrupt this vicious cycle. This external force was the commander. One thing that the grassroots commanders of the Fifth Army deserved recognition. They unswervingly implemented the command of the commander. In front of these calm commanders, the new recruits' escape was stopped. Moreover, these new recruits soon had their own weapons, and after they had the weapons, the sheep also had the lethality of a lion.

Lichmond also took a gun, and as soon as he touched the gun, Lichmondry could return to normal. Take a deep breath, just like holding a sleeping baby, Lichmond lifted the gun steadily, and his sharp eyes began to search for the target. After a while, Lichmond found the first target, an American commander.

He is a very handsome artillery sergeant, young, black and shiny head and destined nobleman.

Leechmond stared at the young man through his sight.

"What a pity!" said Lichmond, "Killing is ugly. You, the inferior shepherd, you are undoubtedly a nobleman. Maybe your former employer, Monbot, should bow his head and salute when he sees such a nobleman. Imagine that he is a noble man, brave and promising, has a father, mother, and a family, and may still be in love. He is only twenty years old at most, and he is still young as your brother!"

Lichmond's sweat flowed down his forehead, and the sun was a little hot at noon

"Yes." Lichmond thought again, "He is also a living person. Forget it, don't beat him to death."

However, seeing the people around him flying flesh and blood, a voice in Lichmond told him

“It should be done.”

A drop of sweat slowly flowed down his forehead, happily crawling over Lichmond's short and thick eyebrows, slowly hanging on his eyebrows. Lichmond felt a little sore inside his eyes. He saw that the water droplets were getting bigger and bigger and about to drip...

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Almost as sweat dripped, Lichmond pulled the trigger hard and closed his eyes. At the same time, the drop of sweat quickly passed through the deep forest made of eyebrows and flew around the earth. It was happy, but suddenly it found that there were a few more friends around it. Sweat asked strangely, "Brother, what's your name?"

Later, the water droplets replied one after another, "I'm called killing", "I'm called death", "I'm called life"

Then, these water droplets fell to the ground one after another, and there was another person who entered the arms of Mother Earth with them.

The shot-sucked body turned twice, stretched out his arms forward, and his face was tilted, as if he wanted to suck some air, then his body jumped gently, as if he was like a skylark, and finally fell to the ground. The bullet penetrated his chest and took away all hope. Lichmond could see a stream of blood marking out from his chest, and he knew that this scene would accompany him for the rest of his life until he turned into dust.

Leonard was full of energy, and now the US military's attack was very easy. After the Spanish army was raided, the formation was chaotic, and the counterattack was extremely weak. In just ten minutes, the troops had seized three wing flags and successfully divided the Spanish army into two parts. If this situation continues, it is likely that a classic battle with less and more will be staged.

Although the Spaniards established a defense line on the left wing, from Leonard's perspective, this defense line is as fragile as a balloon. Leonard has ordered the division's direct reserve team to destroy the ridiculous resistance of the Spanish army in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, the Spanish army's defense line was broken through, and the Prussian army advanced about a kilometer. Leonard decided to advance the headquarters to facilitate command of the army. In Leonard's view, he was sent by God and would definitely be invincible and defeated.

Lichmond lay like a rock in a sheep pen, surrounded by goats. Through the gaps in the sheep pen, you can see the situation outside. Just now, the Prussians launched a fierce attack. The troops where Lichmond was located were torn apart, and Lichmond had to hide in the sheep pen first. The gunshots outside passed by a while, Lichmond buried his head on the ground, just wanting to fall asleep and get out of this damn battlefield.

After more than ten minutes, the gunshots gradually weakened, and the battlefield seemed to have moved far back. Several Americans once entered the sheep pen to search, but the innocent appearance of the sheep pen deceived them, and the Prussians left again.

Lichmond looked out carefully through the gap and found that the sheep pen was surrounded by Americans, wearing yellow military uniforms, and they looked like a yellow piece.

There was a group of people about two hundred meters away from him. They looked like officers. They walked towards here in uniforms of woolen goods, and a big star was pressed on the shoulder of an officer. The star Lichmond had seen on the commander. Seeing these people getting closer and closer to him, Lichmond couldn't help but lift the gun in his hand.

"You stupid guy, you'll be dead."

"Put down your gun quickly and wait for someone to kill me, hurry up a few sheep and go home."

"So many companions are dead, don't you cherish your life!"

"Bang" the smoke of gunpowder has disappeared

Lichmond let go of his last finger. On August 12, 18988, the first death general appeared in the US Eastern Route Army, who died at the gun of a Spanish shepherd.

So after losing two experienced generals one after another, the American army completely gave up the offense and began to defend. In fact, the courage of the American soldiers was scared out, and there were thousands of applications every day, proposing that they were not suitable for joining the army, and requesting the military doctor to give them mercy and stamp them and let them go.

The incompetent performance of the army caused an uproar in the Americans, so the American people's eyes naturally turned to the US Navy. If there was another victory like Manila and the enemy's navy was wiped out, then hundreds of thousands of enemy troops would have to surrender without supplies.

With this expectation, the US Navy began to prepare nervously.
Chapter completed!