Time Travel to 1859: The Iron-Blooded Soldier King

Clemenceau cursed loudly, and Yaman on the side glared at Saxton with frustration, wanting to rush up and beat him up himself. However, it was obviously inappropriate. After all, he was the commander-in-chief appointed by Britain and France. If he went too far, it would be difficult to report to his superiors!

Yaman sighed, pulled Saxton up, and said, "Saxton, what should we do now? Almost all of our artillerymen have been killed. There are less than 200 of us left who can continue to fight. What should we do with these 70 heavy artillery pieces?"

Saxton's face was horrified. Clemenceau's punch hadn't been unfair. Thousands of artillerymen had been lost, and Beijing's walls were so tall that without artillery support, there was no way they could have taken it down! Saxton wanted to strangle himself now. He was such a fool, so he only cared about food and not about punishment. He'd already been taught a lesson several times, yet he was still so careless!

Saxton's mind was still in a state of confusion, and he had no idea what to do. He couldn't help but whisper, "Yaman, do you have any good ideas? I'm completely confused now. What do you think we should do now?"

Yaman took a deep breath. Saxton was useless. He was completely stunned by Senggelinqin and Liu Ye!

Yaman replied, "Saxton, although our artillery has suffered heavy losses, we still cannot slow down the pace of our attack. Our artillery and ammunition are still there, our infantry casualties are not very heavy, and the main force is intact! We still have a great chance of winning. In the infantry regiment, there are other soldiers who understand artillery technology. Deploy them all to the artillery and reorganize the artillery battalion! Then, repair the double bridges as quickly as possible and advance quickly towards Yangzha, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe! In short, we must launch another attack! Attack the Qing army before they react!"

Saxton hesitated and said, "Yaman, attack now?"

"Yes, this is necessary. The Qing army's cavalry is now on the north bank of the Tonghui River. The troops stationed at Yangzha are almost all infantry with low combat effectiveness. As long as we maximize our combat effectiveness, we still have a certain chance of defeating the Qing army's infantry!"

Yaman replied.

Clemenceau shook his head and said, "Yaman, I disagree with you. Although the main force of the Qing cavalry is still on the north bank of the Tonghui River, it won't be long before they return to Yangzha. We simply can't defeat the main force of the Qing infantry in such a short time! Moreover, after suffering a recent defeat, our morale is low, and if we throw ourselves into a new battle like this, we have no chance of victory no matter what!"

Yaman replied, "Don't worry too much. You rushed forward when you shouldn't have, and now that it's time to attack, you're hesitant. We've suffered heavy losses. Similarly, the main cavalry led by Liu Ye has also suffered losses. Three thousand cavalrymen, fighting against our two and a half infantry regiments plus artillery, have suffered nearly a thousand casualties! And, most importantly, they seized our artillery, and very few of the Qing army know how to use it, so it can't really be used. If we delay any further, by the time they gain initial control of our artillery, we'll be even more vulnerable!"

Several people were shocked. No one noticed this factor. They robbed our entire artillery battalion of weapons and ammunition in one go. Once they really got hold of them, it would definitely pose a huge threat to our side!

Saxton gritted his teeth and replied, "Alright, I'll do as you say. Attack! We'll launch a new offensive. Send out orders to immediately draw personnel from several regiments, reorganize the artillery battalion, repair the bridge, and transport the artillery as quickly as possible! Also, two French infantry regiments, plus our British infantry regiment, five regiments, move forward at full speed and rush to Yangzha. Launch an assault on Yangzha!"

In the distance, Liu Ye had gathered his cavalry and waited for a while in the area of ​​Haojia Mansion. He Qimou led a group of cavalry and came back. The two cavalry joined together. He Qimou fought a fierce battle with the First Battalion of the Royal Cavalry Regiment. The two sides were evenly matched. The entire cavalry battalion suffered nearly two hundred casualties. As for the main cavalry led by Liu Ye, they also suffered trauma. After all, they were facing a desperate fight with the elite French and British armies. After an hour of fighting, more than four hundred people were killed, more than three hundred were seriously injured, and some were slightly injured. In this battle, his own cavalry suffered nearly one-third of casualties, and its combat effectiveness was greatly damaged!

But this price is worth paying. Without elite artillery, the power of the Anglo-French artillery will be greatly reduced. Without artillery, rockets cannot be used in rainy weather, and it will be much more difficult for the French army to organize a cavalry assault!

Liu Ye ordered his men to bandage the wound first, then turned around and said to He Qimou, "Brother, how was it? Was this fight satisfying enough?"

He Qimou chuckled and said, "You know what? Even in hand-to-hand combat, the foreign devils' cavalry is definitely not inferior to ours. They are very powerful. This is the most elite cavalry battalion under the monk king, and they are still unable to defeat them. It's really exciting!"

Liu Ye nodded and replied, "Brother, don't underestimate the Western soldiers. They are only a part of them. Our cavalry is the direct descendant of the monk king. They are known as the Royal Horse Guards, belonging to the British royal family. Of course, their combat power is strong. Pass the order down. The army will rest for a while and immediately detour to Sulong Bridge and quickly return to Yangzha from Sulong Bridge. There is still a big battle waiting for us at Yangzha!"

He Qimou was startled and asked, "Is there going to be another big battle?"

Liu Ye replied: "Of course! Do you think the British and French forces will just give up?"

He Qimou asked doubtfully, "The British and French forces have suffered considerable damage, right?"

Liu Ye replied, "They only suffered over 2,000 casualties. Their total strength has reached 15,000, and their infantry is still strong. If they launch a fierce attack on our Green Camp at this time, the Green Camp soldiers may not be able to withstand it!"

"We have artillery! Their artillery was just slaughtered!"

He Qimou said anxiously.

Liu Ye said helplessly, "Brother, it's not that I look down on the Green Camp soldiers, but even if we give them artillery, can they use it well? I'm afraid that a cannonball fired out won't hit the British and French forces, but hit their own feet! Even the ordinary infantry of the British and French forces operating artillery can shoot more accurately than them. Now the Monk King can only rely on the more than one hundred people under my Firearms Battalion. The rest of the Green Camp soldiers are basically decorations! No more talk, immediately mobilize the troops and prepare to return to Yangzha!"