I Became The Crown Prince Of The Mexican Empire - Chapter 141



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Mexican-American War (14)

The call for militia was quickly delivered. The landing of 140,000 Mexican troops in the heart of the 13 states that could be called the core of the United States was enough to astonish President James Polk and the federal military leaders.

“···New Granada signed a peace agreement on its own?”

It was too late to convey the information.

There was no way Mexico, an enemy country, would inform the United States. New Granada, which was no longer an ally, had no reason to inform the United States, and with its domestic chaos, it had no time to do so.

“It appears that a peace agreement was already signed in July.”

bang!

“Who doesn’t know that now?”

President James Polk was furious. It was no surprise that Mexican troops who had been all the way to South America were landing in Washington, D.C.

The United States, with its Mississippi and ports blockaded, was blind to the situation abroad. The only source of information was Britain, which had been having difficulty gathering information about the Americas since it had ceded its territories in the Caribbean and South America to Mexico.

“···So, it’s Winfield Scott after all. Is that him?”

The consensus among the Union generals was that Winfield Scott was the best fit for the position. He was a proven war hero, had experience fighting the Mexican Empire, and had made a courageous, if defeated, decision to abandon line infantry tactics at the Battle of Memphis, which had reduced casualties.

Although relations had become strained recently after the dismissal of Lieutenant General Winfield Scott, even he could not, in this crisis situation, ignore the recommendations of all and make arbitrary personnel decisions.

“Post him east.”

***

‘This is a mess.’

Lieutenant General Winfield Scott, who had traveled to the Eastern Front by train, checked the condition of the militia and sighed inwardly.

“Did you just bring those as guns?”

It goes without saying that civilians can’t afford the latest military weapons, but some have gone too far.

Some people brought shotguns, the kind used for hunting, and they even had a single barrel.

“If you try to load that on the battlefield with the Mexican Empire, you’ll end up with about ten holes in your body. Those who bring weapons like that should be given weapons from the Springfield Armory.”

“yes!”

The gun was relatively inexpensive.

Thinking about the overwhelming difference in the number of cannons made my heart suffocate and my chest tighten.

If I could just buy some time, I could get supplies. The weapons factories were churning them out like crazy. The problem was that I didn’t have time.

“They have already started moving.”

The Mexican Empire, which had utterly destroyed Washington, D.C., waited for a while to resupply, but that was short-lived. They began to move north, and just above Washington, D.C., was Baltimore, a fairly large city within the United States.

“We have to fight them before they reach Baltimore! Otherwise, those Mexican bastards will wipe out Baltimore too! Just like Washington, D.C.!”

They were Baltimore people.

The militiamen acted as if the word discipline had been erased from their dictionary. They put their demands directly to Lieutenant General Winfield Scott.

Lieutenant General Winfield Scott was a famous war hero throughout the United States, and his authority was sufficient to control the militia. However, most of the militiamen had never received military training, and there were not enough officers to control them.

There were no officers or non-commissioned officers between the general, the supreme commander, and the enormous number of soldiers. The US military had also been increasing its military budget and recruiting many officers for several years, but almost all of them were in the West. This was because in order to operate a large army of 220,000 men, all the officers in the US had to be gathered.

Meanwhile, the number of militiamen gathered in Baltimore continued to grow.

I would like to give Baltimore to them, but if I did, the militia would probably start a riot. I would like to try street fighting, but the Mexicans are not the type to come into a city just to get by.

Giving up Baltimore would buy him a little more time, but that little bit of time wouldn’t be enough to change the current mess. He made his decision.

“It looks like we have no choice but to fight. We need to hurry up and prepare as much as possible.”

Normally, he would have left the tactics to his subordinate officers, but now he had no time for that. The Mexican Empire was right in front of him, and he had to build at least a minimal defense line. He attempted to construct a trench south of Baltimore, just as the Mexican Empire had done at Memphis.

After a short period of time where lieutenant generals personally went out to the defensive line work sites to direct the work, the Mexican Empire’s army was right before our eyes.

As always, the Mexican Empire began the battle with heavy firepower.

“The enemy is preparing a cannon!”

Kwakwakwakwakwakwang!

“Bow down!”

Shells rained down from the cannons, but the trenches did little damage. Compared to the Mexican trenches, they were nothing more than roughly sewn-together holes, but they were still effective.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Mexican Imperial artillery continued to suppress the few American cannons, destroying them thoroughly. The American soldiers endured the continuous fire. The cannons were firing so much that it felt like their faces would break the moment they raised their heads. It was during this time.

“Come on, open fire! Open fire now!”

An officer in the front line trench with his soldiers shouted.

“What the fuck! When did you get here!”

Bang! Ta-tang! Ta-ta-ta-tang!

The Mexican army was charging toward the trenches while under the cover of overwhelming artillery fire. The trenches were dug, but without barbed wire or machine guns, the American forces were ineffective.

The Mexican soldiers, who had come close to their noses, took aim at the trench below.

Bang! Clang- Bang!

It is better to shoot down from above than up from below. The flimsy trenches were becoming graves, and the British observer who watched the scene from afar said:

“Hmm, the defensive capabilities of that trench are below expectations. They are helpless against the combination of powerful artillery and well-trained infantry.”

“Yeah. I don’t think it’s anything worth going all the way to the West to see.”

That’s what British observers thought.

***

While the militias in the east were being so hopelessly slaughtered by the Mexican army, in the west, after the first day’s penetration of a line of defense, no significant progress was made. The reserves, command posts, and artillery that had not participated in the first day’s fighting were in the rear, and more than half of the American troops were trapped in trenches dug by the Mexican army.

“charge!”

The officers gave the order to charge without fail, and the soldiers ran forward hesitantly, unable to withstand the threats of the officers with pistols. As they left the trenches, the faint sound of the Mexican Imperial Army’s gunfire became clearer.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo-

The loud noise of the machine gun seemed to be telling the soldiers, ‘Come and you will die.’

“I, I can’t go! Damn it! I can’t go!”

Tens of thousands of soldiers had been killed in a matter of days. The evidence was strewn all over the place outside the trenches. The soldiers, their minds blank, returned to their trenches.

“Hey you little shit! Charge!”

puck!

The officer could not bring himself to use the revolver he was holding, so he kicked the soldier in the shin. The soldier fell and screamed.

“Eww! Eww!”

“You cowardly little bastard! Where did you get your jokes from! Get up!”

The officer grabbed the soldier by the collar and tried to raise him up, but the soldier simply sat down again.

“Eww! Eww! Eww!”

Only then did the officer realize that the soldier had gone completely mad.

“Calm down! Calm down, you’re in a safe place!”

Many soldiers suffered from extreme fear and trauma, and some even showed signs of mental disorder. When the situation got to this point, even lower-ranking officers such as second lieutenants, first lieutenants, and captains protested to their commanding officers.

“The casualties are too severe!”

“That’s right. Honestly, I don’t see any sign of it breaking through.”

In an organization based on the military order, such behavior was not tolerated, but the soldiers’ screams of pain could be heard every night. The commanders also thought the battle was hopeless, but since the commander, Zachary Taylor, did not give up the battle, they ignored the protests.

Zachary Taylor was in a similar situation.

“Your Excellency the President is watching this battle very closely.”

The U.S. military was receiving additional troops and supplies through the still-unblocked upper Mississippi River, but the presidential adviser kept repeating the same thing every time he came.

Zachary Taylor held his haggard face with both hands.

It was all a result of his own karma for being so sure he could retake Memphis.

Evening of August 24, 1846.

Within ten days of the start of the battle, the US military admitted that it was impossible to recapture Memphis and that the “counteroffensive” operation had failed.

The retreat would not be easy. The moment they stepped out of the trenches, they would be within the range of cannons, rifles, and machine guns. They expected to suffer enormous casualties while retreating. However, they could not just hand over these many troops, so a desperate retreat operation was carried out.

3:00 AM on the 25th.

The soldiers on duty woke up the entire unit. They didn’t turn on any lights or make any noise.

“It’s going to be three.”

Everyone packed their bags and waited for the signal to retreat.

“one.”

“two.”

“three!”

Sigh!

The soldiers climbed the trenches with a shout. Not in the direction of charging the enemy, but in the direction of returning from where they had come.

The outermost trenches, built by the Mexican Empire but now a haven for American troops, ran around Memphis. The men in the south and west, who had to retreat north, waited for the men in the north to leave before they began to move out.

Sigh!

‘I’m finally getting out of this hellish place…’

Everyone was leaving with that kind of thought.

Ding ding ding ding-!

“The Americans are retreating! Don’t let them go so easily!”

It was pitch-black in the early morning, but it wasn’t so bad that such a large-scale movement wouldn’t have gone undetected.

bang!

The Mexican Imperial guards began to fire. It was very dark, but it didn’t matter. The enemy was retreating in a very dense formation, and the sound of gunfire would wake up our troops.

“They’re running away!”

“Be ready for battle in 3 minutes!”

Dequan woke up with a start when he heard loud bells and gunshots, but he jumped up and prepared for battle when he heard that the enemy was fleeing.

He was the first to finish his preparations and run out.

“It’s too dark.”

Somewhere in the distance, the only sound was the sound of many people moving. Dequan took aim and shot instinctively, drawing on his experience from the last battle.

bang!

Ugh!

There was a sound of someone being hit. Dequan immediately reloaded.

Clank-

bang!

As he was shooting, his comrades began to join him.

Bang! Ta-ta-tang! Ta-ta-tang!

“F—ing!”

Many people were running in great fear, their backs turned to the pouring bullets. They had already been caught anyway. Swear words came out naturally from their mouths. The barbed wire at the back was diligently removed by the rear units every morning, so there was no obstacle.

The sound of gunfire was joined by the sound of machine guns, but fortunately no cannons could be heard.

An army of 220,000 men.

Even though 20,000 additional reinforcements took part in the battle, only 100,000 returned safely, and all the corpses, except those of some officers, were left on the battlefield.

President James Polk was speechless at the news of this terrible defeat, and the British Empire sent diplomats.