I Became The Crown Prince Of The Mexican Empire - Chapter 175



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“Although there are many enemies, more than half of them are peasants who have never fired a gun.”

The revolutionary army was taken aback by the unexpected troop mobilization of the church-landlord alliance, but it still had many advantages.

“Yeah. The morale is the worst. More than half of that army is probably Peon, and they’re fighting on the enemy side, the side that’s trying to liberate Peon. They’ll probably run away whenever they get a chance.”

Marquez and Santander spoke alternately.

Low training and even lower morale.

This was clearly an important factor in the battle.

They had experienced this situation when they fought the Cartagena landowners. Their enemies were peasants with low morale and poor training, just like today, and even though they were numerous, they were likely to flee when the battlefield became chaotic.

“Besides, they are not coming here to gradually occupy the Cartagena province, but are advancing quickly along the coastline, so if we go into a protracted war, it will be at our advantage.”

“You arrogant beggar. What are you going to do when you run out of food?”

“So what we’re saying is that all we have to do is defend well.”

The executives also chimed in one by one.

The revolutionary army debated freely and prepared to block the Allied forces.

During the hottest time of the year, the Allied forces advanced all the way to the city of Cartagena.

The soldiers were marching under the hot sun, feeling as if they were dying, but the priests and officers came on horseback, fanned.

“Let’s rest for a day and then attack right away.”

Diego Sanchez was confident.

I have an army more than twice as large as mine, and a great deal of weapons purchased from England. I will smash that coveted city of Cartagena and make it my fiefdom.

Morales had similar thoughts. In order to avoid ending up like Mexico, the church must be more powerful. If the church controls Cartagena, it will not even dream of doing something as satanic as secularization.

The two of them acted as if they had already won.

“The operation is to mobilize all forces and attack the city of Cartagena simultaneously from all sides.”

The basics of siege warfare are to attack the enemy’s defense line step by step, but the two of them were only thinking of quickly charging in and ending it.

I thought I had better hurry up and finish this so I could use these worms during the fall harvest season.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The artillery battle began.

The number of cannons in the two artillery units was similar. Since both Mexico and Britain sold old cannons, their performance did not differ much.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

“already!?”

The only difference was training: the Revolutionary artillery fired 1.5 rounds for every 1 shot fired by the Allied artillery.

“I guess it would be better to attack right away. Don’t you think so?”

“It looks that way to me too. Our artillery is being pushed back.”

It was a conversation between Sanchez and Morales.

They didn’t want their expensive cannon to break any further.

‘It’s better to sacrifice the cheaper one.’

“Charge! Charge at once!”

The soldiers were trembling in fear as they looked at the trenches dug in three layers, but the officers gave the order to charge as if nothing had happened.

The sun was blazing hot and devouring the earth. The hot wind blowing from the coast scratched the soldiers’ faces, and sweat flowed down their foreheads. Even the officers on horseback were fanning themselves to cool off, but the soldiers did not have such a luxury.

I had no choice but to go forward as someone with a gun was pushing me from behind, and if I was going to go, running would give me at least some chance of survival.

Bang! Tata tata tata tang!

As the Allied soldiers advanced, gunfire began to be heard.

Huh-huh-

Peasants with skinny limbs from starvation endured the hot sun and the fear of bullets flying from the trenches as they advanced. If they did not advance, they would be hit in the back of the head with a bullet.

Allied soldiers thought this was hell, but they were wrong.

“Damn, if only there was more barbed wire, it would have been like real hell.”

A revolutionary leader lamented: The Mexican Empire offered to sell them barbed wire, but the revolutionaries had to buy more rifles, bullets, cannons, and shells.

The barbed wire, which could only be used in a defensive situation, seemed relatively less important, and was of lower priority than medical supplies or food. But now, in this situation, the barbed wire was desperately needed.

Huh-huh-

The Allied soldiers who had been running with all their might saw the trenches. They too were sweating profusely.

One of the soldiers in the trench aimed his gun at him, but the Allied soldier was faster.

bang!

One revolutionary soldier was killed.

The sounds of counterattacks echoed here and there.

A skilled marksman or a lucky person could hit an enemy who was shooting from a distance, sticking his face and arms out of a trench, but most untrained soldiers did not have that ability.

They only began to counterattack when they reached the front of the trenches and could see the enemy from above.

“Shoot him! Shoot him in the face!”

The officer who followed shouted excitedly.

It wasn’t easy to get here, but attacking from above was much more advantageous.

Bang! Bang!

The accumulated exchange rate was overwhelming, but the revolutionary soldiers also began to die quickly.

“Hold on! Stab those who try to come down with your bayonets!”

The revolutionary army gritted its teeth and held on. The revolutionary army in the trenches held on desperately. Their faces were a mess of blood and mud, but their eyes were alive. There was no place to retreat for those who risked their lives to fight for freedom and equality. Their hands holding guns were stained with blood, but they only moved forward toward victory.

They did not back down even though their enemies were much more numerous. They were fighting for their own fate and that of their families.

If we got pushed back here, it was all over.

“These, these little shits won’t back down!”

Reaching the trenches did not necessarily mean that the Allied forces had an advantage. It is true that attacking from above was more advantageous, but the trenches were in three rows.

While the men in front were desperately holding out, they shot and killed the Allied soldiers who had come close to the trenches in the back row.

“Get down! If you go down, we won’t be able to attack from the rear trench!”

The Allied leaders said so, but they themselves did not have the courage to go down.

They were armed with bayonets on their rifles, and with the bayonet added to the long rifle, it was virtually like a spear.

One Allied soldier was impaled on a spear as he tried to climb down into the trench at the urging of his officer. It was as if he was practically thrusting himself into the spear.

As the war of attrition continued, the revolutionary army cadres shouted.

“Change positions! Move the injured while you’re out!”

“yes!”

The three-layered trenches had passageways. The men who had been firing their guns enthusiastically in the back row entered the first row through these passageways, and the men who had been holding out in the first row until now supported the wounded and fell back.

On the other hand, the Allied Forces had no such order.

“Push it!”

“Eww!”

It was an ignorant order.

However, the overwhelming force made even such an unsophisticated tactic threatening.

After the Revolutionary Army finished its second shift, and it was evening, the enemy was still numerous. They had neither barbed wire nor machine guns, so their firepower was less than expected, and the Revolutionary Army suffered heavy casualties.

Even though the enemy was poorly trained, they were still able to hit the revolutionary army right in front of them.

“Hey, come in!”

“Stop it!”

A crack appeared in the defense line that had held up well all day.

“Get back! I’m going to eat the enemies that come in!”

Revolutionary soldiers moved through the passages on the left, right, and behind, shooting and killing allied forces coming down into the empty space.

“Tsk, let’s stop here for today. It’s getting dark and I can’t see very well.”

Morales said, watching the situation from a distance.

“Good. I see that with a few more attacks we can take it down.”

The exchange rate was hopeless, but the two didn’t care. They had inflicted significant damage on those few revolutionary soldiers. They could have replenished their forces at any time.

“Retreat! Be sure to retrieve your weapons!”

The weapon they were given was more important than their lives.

“It’s too dark to see anyway! Just pick them up! Anyone who doesn’t bring five will be slaughtered!”

Officers forced them to pick up weapons that had fallen on the battlefield. Many died in the process.

The battle dragged on.

For the next week, the Revolutionary Army gritted its teeth and fought heroically, but the Allied Forces continued to gradually increase their forces.

“We have to cut off the supply line. The peasants who bring in supplies are joining the enemy army.”

The problem is that they are trapped.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have withdrawn my troops···.”

Marquez blamed himself.

“It had to be that way. We already had a shortage of troops, and if we had withdrawn our troops, we could have been pushed back.”

It’s only now that I think about it that it would have been better to have left out 1,000 to 2,000 people, but it was all a result-oriented story.

“Shall we talk to the Mexican side?”

Santander asked in a small voice.

“···Ask for help? Mexico would also be reluctant to directly intervene.”

“They just want to borrow a boat. They want to borrow a boat and land on the east coast. The enemy is supplying supplies along the coast from Santa Marta.”

The more help I received from Mexico, the more I felt like I was sinking into a swamp, but there seemed to be no way out.

“okay.”

Marquez made his decision. The Mexican Empire not only lent him ships, but also brought him other good news.

“There are those who were unable to join us waiting in the west of the city. About a thousand.”

“okay?”

As news spread that the church-landlord alliance had been defeated in Mompos, the number of people trying to join the revolutionary army increased. However, when they arrived, they found that the city was under blockade because of fighting. However, they could not just walk into the middle of the battle, so it was natural to wait nearby.

“Then… just take about 1,500 people. Bring more weapons.”

“Is that okay? If we go west, it’ll take longer…”

The original plan was to have 2,000 men, but the number was reduced slightly as 1,000 more revolutionary soldiers could be recruited from the west.

“I’ll try to hold on somehow. I’m good at holding on.”

“Hahaha, that’s right. I was impressed when I saw you get beat up by Gutierrez’s men before and still escape so quickly.”

A day to sail west on a Mexican Empire ship, recruit new revolutionary fighters, and form a unit.

Another day to move east, land, and explain the operation.

It took two days of waiting in ambush for the enemy’s supply line.

‘I clearly said I was coming this way···.’

Santander felt like it was burning inside.

Finally, someone appeared.

“Captain, we have one thousand five hundred men.”

“It’s just right.”

It was just the right size for them to catch and eat.

“Attack!”

Santander cried out like thunder.

“Wow, it’s a surprise attack!”

The supply corps, exhausted from the forced march, collapsed helplessly.

This had a tremendous impact on the main force’s battle.

“Why isn’t the supply unit coming?”

“If you haven’t come by now, I think something has happened.”

“···Is that what you call an answer?”

Morales was annoyed.

“Let’s send a reconnaissance mission to the supply route to find out what’s going on. And from today on, only give them one meal a day. And cut the water by half.”

Sanchez ordered.

From that very day on, the Allied forces’ fighting power declined sharply.

“Huh? Why are they like that?”

Allied soldiers were running, picked up, and fell.

“···Has Santander succeeded?”

I wasn’t sure, but the enemy’s appearance was terrible.

Cartagena is always hot, but it is especially hot from May to September. The farmers, who are already suffering from malnutrition, are forced to fight under this sun, and with little food and water, they cannot endure it.

The Allied forces literally melted away, dissolving in the sunlight as if they were some kind of evil entity.

“Huh, retreat!”

Three more days passed.

The distribution hasn’t arrived yet.

Unlike Sanchez and Morales, who commanded from the shade of a tree, fanning themselves and scanning the battlefield through binoculars, their soldiers suffered from heat, hunger, and thirst.

The army became virtually non-existent.

The procession of death continued. The wind blew with a burning heat, and the stench of rotting corpses stung the nostrils. The eyes of the survivors were filled with fear. They looked like walking corpses.

“They’re coming out of the trenches!”

“What kind of nonsense is this?”

It was a battle that will be remembered for a long time in history.

“Let us run away.”

In any case, there were still many peasants left in their farms. If only the owners were safe, they could raise an army again. In any case, the revolutionary army had suffered enormous losses, so it was not without a chance of victory. That was a shallow thought.

They had come with an army of 35,000 men, but now only a few dozen were left to escape on horseback.

Hehehehehehe-

That fate didn’t last long either.

The horses fell over after being pricked by nails laid on the roadside.

Santander’s special forces caught them.

“···Are these guys really that stupid? Running away down the road so blatantly.”

They were Allied officers moving along the southern route, perhaps because they thought it was safe except for the eastern route where the supply route was cut off.

“Oh my···.”

They felt humiliated by the sound of clicking their tongues, but there was nothing they could do about it now.

The revolutionary army was ultimately victorious.

Throughout New Granada, except in the capital, there was no significant force to oppose them.

Even at this moment, there were those joining the revolutionary army, so their revolution could be said to have been successful.

however,

It was a revolutionary army that had once been broken.

The revolutionary army had many other leaders besides its first and second-in-command, Antonio Marquez and Miguel Santander.

It started out as an organization called the ‘Free Citizens’ Union’, but eventually took on the form of a military and a clear hierarchy.

“Let’s advance to the capital and take over this country!”

Marquez was astonished that 70% of his executives supported this claim.

As the achievements of the revolutionary army grew, the greed of its cadres also grew.