Chapter 750: The Birth of the American Famous General Nicholas Zhao Siye

The cold wind in Bison Valley was swept with goose feather-like snow, and fell on the frozen rocks. This valley was a week after Chen Yucheng took only thirty yards wide at the narrowest bottom of the valley. On the snow slopes at more than 30 degrees on both sides, soldiers of Zeng Ke's Black Wall Brigade were digging out the shooting platform with engineer shovels. Twelve Armstrong guns and twelve 24-pound white guns were entrenched on the reverse slope like hibernating poisonous snakes.

"Yucheng, you are really worthy of being the talent brought by His Highness the King of Wu. This ambush location is well chosen. The northerner also came in and it would be difficult to get out!"

"The prince-consort of Nan Yijin is praised. It is easy to choose a place that is easy to raid the ambush, but it is difficult to coax the enemy in! That is, you can come up with such a powerful strategy to lure the enemy!"

Xianfeng was wrapped in mink fur and chewed a piece of frozen dough cake while praising each other with Chen Yucheng.

"Awesome? Haha, is it cruel?" Xianfeng smiled faintly, and another piece of bread was stuffed into his mouth.

Chen Yucheng smiled awkwardly: "Look at what you said, "Ci is not in charge of soldiers! The most important thing in using troops to fight is to win!"

That being said, it was the first time Chen Yucheng saw him who was so vicious that he was so vicious to Zhao Si...

At this time, Xianfeng saw Lin Shu digging pits at the bottom of the valley with two thousand black coats, one by one, the slave soldiers wrapped in broken cotton jackets smashed into the frozen soil with iron picks, and Mars could splash three feet away. A black coat suddenly threw down his tools and wanted to run away. The black cavalry who was supervising the battle threw out the siege and dragged him behind the horse and crushed it into meat paste.

"Tell Linshu," Xianfeng gestured to the messenger with a neck wiping gesture, "Run another one, the whole team draws ten and kills one."

When dusk on November 13 came, the dull roar of Mississippi riding rifles came from outside the Bison Valley. More than 800 black cavalry of Black Tom retreated while raising hatred, leading more than 6,000 red-eyed officers and soldiers of the 3rd Division of the Northern Army into a death trap. Thirteen white female corpses played a role along the way. The girls who were tortured to death curled up in the snow, turning the weakest Northern Army soldiers into beasts.

Brigadier General Joseph Black's military boots were trapped in the snow half a foot deep. He saw with his own eyes the sixth female corpse had corn cobs inserted into the eye socket.

Both hands and feet were cruelly discounted! When the vanguard reported that there were three white female corpses on the carriage discarded by the black soldiers, the commander, who graduated from West Point, completely lost his mind.

"Assault from the entire division!" Black pulled out his sword and pointed it at the entrance of the Bison Valley, "Don't capture it... Kill all these niggers for me!"

Six thousand irritated Northern Army wearing blue uniforms rushed into Bison Valley like a tide. Two thousand Black Coats had been waiting for this moment. With the commands, they suddenly stood up from the trenches. Mississippi's uneven guns shot down the Northern cavalry rushing in the front row, but more Northern Army rushed up stepping on their companions. Many Black Coats were stabbed through their bodies by bayonets, and they still had unloaded rifles in their hands.

The first round of hand-to-hand combat lasted twenty minutes. The Northern Army used a bayonet to tear three gaps into the black-coated defense line, but soon found that there was a second line of defense behind these slave soldiers. This was a line of defense composed of horses and sandbags. When more than a hundred Northern Army soldiers who broke through the first line of defense of black slave soldiers were blocked by horses, the soldiers of the First Battalion of the Black Wall Brigade who ambushed on the snow slope began the first round of volleys.

"put!"

Zeng Ke's roar shook the snow on the pine branches. More than 300 Miner guns fired at the same time, and bullets poured down like iron rain. The Northern Army, which was removing the horse-resisting rifle, fell in large numbers. After a lieutenant's military cap was knocked away, the entire sky spirit cover was lifted up.

The Northern Army, which was suddenly attacked, was immediately deflated and temporarily defeated, but the Third Division of the Northern Army, which had been angered for a long time, was not so easy to give up.

"Fire!" Black's angry voice echoed in the canyon.

The twelve just placed Napoleon cannons spewed out flames, solid bullets plowed deep ditches on the frozen soil, and five black-coated whirlwinds carried by shells swept into the sky, and when they landed, they turned into timber of flesh and ice.

Seeing that his twelve Napoleon guns had achieved good results, Black once again issued an offensive order. This time the scale was much stronger than the tentative attack just now. With the rapid drum beats, the blue waves of the Northern Army surged into the valley entrance. Six battalions followed one by one, and more than two thousand bayonets pulled out a galaxy on the snow.

"put!"

The moment Chen Yucheng's order flag fell, 12 Armstrong rear-loading guns and 12 24-pound white cannons arranged on the backscene position roared at the same time. A flowering bullet splashed at the Northern Army that was squeezed at the entrance of the valley. The Northern Army suddenly burst into orange flames, and the chorionic shells exploded into green fire waves in the dense formation.

"Snap the pace and rush up!" As soon as the commander of the North Army shouted, his head was shattered by a Minie bullet that was knocked down from the hillside. However, the soldiers who lost command under his devil rushed forward with red eyes, but they hit the reorganized black coat and the dense rain of bullets fired by more than 3,000 soldiers from the "Black Wall Brigade" ambushed on the hillside. The front row of the North Army fell down like wheat straw under a sickle, and the one behind them continued to charge.

Xianfeng looked at the bloody tug-of-war on the high ground, and finally a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He suddenly turned around: "Chu Ling Ling Lin Shu, Hei Tom, Yuan Bao, it's time for them to appear!"

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves like thunder came from the entrance of the valley. One thousand seventy or eight hundred black cavalry divided into two iron streams, leading the 4,000 war soil from the Second Black Brigade, and surrounded the side and back of the Third Division of the Northern Army along the foot of the mountain.

Black finally realized that he was trapped, but it was too late. Twelve Armstrong guns had turned into the gun mouth and began to cover his artillery positions. In the green fire waves of juicy shells, six Napoleon guns were overturned on the spot. Several gunners stuck to the burning juicy sour, and the yellow-green poisonous fire spread on them, burning them to roll in the snow.

"Caval...the nigger's cavalry is coming!"

I don't know who exclaimed in Black's ear, "Hollow square formation! Form a hollow square formation... Hurry!" Brigadier General Black shouted,

While wielding his sword, he cut over two deserters.

But the well-trained black cavalry did not give them any chance. Lin Shu personally led a thousand elite cavalry to rush into Black's left wing. The firepower of Colt's revolver was extremely powerful at close range, and the Northern Army was beaten to death.

Although Yuan Bao's second black brigade was not as good as Zeng Ke's Black Wall brigade, his foundation was also fought all the way from the first Battle of Manassas. Their ability to fight tough battles may be worse than that of the Black Wall brigade, but the raids and melee were very good. Without Yuan Bao's order, the black infantry rushing in front would automatically disperse into companies, as if sharp blades stabbed into the chaotic enemy formation, dividing them into small pieces.

When Black Tom's cavalry completed a great migration and appeared on the snow east of Bison Valley, the doom of the Northern Army came. Eight hundred war horses pulled out fan-shaped encirclement on the snow field, and the black gunmen on the horse's back specifically sniping the officers. When Brigadier General Black himself attempted to break through under the protection of the guards, he was also destroyed by a black gunman with a Miner gun.

The final battle took place in the middle of the moon. In addition to a very small number of Northern cavalrymen broke out of the encirclement to report to General Grant, the 6,000 Northern Army under Brigadier General Black was almost wiped out, of which more than 4,000 were killed, and there were still hundreds of exhausted Northern Army, who had even been exhausted and had all bullets, chose to put down their weapons after being surrounded by black people...

The gas lights at the Governor's House in St. Louis hissed in the cold night. Major General Ulysses Grant's hands were so angry that he burst into veins.

"The 19th Regiment of the Seventh Division...\n. The Third Division...\n." His voice seemed to float out of the ice cellar, "Nearly 7,000 people...\n. It's gone?"

Chief of Staff Colonel Roslin watched General Grant tear the telegram to pieces. On the map table, the black, red and yellow flag representing Zhao Si's forces had been inserted into the Missouri River. Once they crossed the Missouri River and entered Nebraska, it would be great and they would come and go with him.

To make matters worse, there is no city in Nebraska that can withstand their attack.

A whistle suddenly came from outside the window. It was the officers and soldiers of the 15th Division who were loading the ship. They were originally going to Hannibal Town to meet with the Third Division... If they had arrived a few days earlier, the Third Division might not have suffered a crushing defeat.

"Gather the Fifth Cavalry Regiment!" Grant suddenly turned over the oak chair, "I want to cut off the head of that Chinese bastard myself!"

"General, it's too late... The Missouri River is starting to freeze!" Colonel Roslin hurriedly stopped him, "We should increase troops to Nebraska as soon as possible."

"I have to give it a try even if I don't have time...:..." Grant gritted his teeth, "Maybe it hasn't frozen yet!"

The ice layer of the Missouri River shone golden in the evening sunset. Xianfeng poked more than 30 Northern Army prisoners of war kneeling by the river with a horse whip.

They were stripped of their military uniforms and wrapped in thin shirts.

"Let's go!" Black Tom's leather boots were on the back of a sergeant, "Try me if the ice surface is solid!"

The prisoners of war were kneeling and stepped onto the ice river, and a broken sound came from under their feet. A corporal suddenly ran back like crazy, and was pierced by Hei Tom with a revolver. Xianfeng looked at the bloody marks crawling out of the earth soldier on the ice, and his face was indifferent.

"Mr. Grant's main force is moving." Chen Yucheng handed over the scout's report, with body temperature on the paper.

At this time, a scream suddenly came from the middle of the ice river. Three prisoners of war fell into the ice hole at the same time. The flapping water splashes instantly formed ice edges. Xianfeng raised his telescope and saw the survivors running desperately on the ice surface of death like elks chased by wolves... In the end, they all arrived safely on the west bank of the Missouri River.

"Tell the whole army," Zhao Si turned around, the mink fur was rushing in the wind. "When the sunrise tomorrow, crossing the Missouri River, by then the river surface should be completely frozen."

Hei Tom was stunned: "Those Northern Army exploring the way...::.:"

"They are free...:::" Xianfeng's eyes swept across the frozen river surface, "Apart from freedom, there is only one piece of clothing left!"
Chapter completed!