Chapter 548 Half Life

Zachary Taylor tore the war report from Washington to pieces.

"We were deceived! There are only a bunch of blacks in Fort Albuquerque! Tasan Anna's main force has already moved south, and they are now besieging the port of Veracruz.

General Winfield's troops are in danger, but as long as we take Fort Albuquerque, we can control the entire New Mexico!"

The adjutant Narus on the side also catered to him: "That's right! Then the Mexicans will have to sit down at the negotiation table with us."

"The siege of Veracruz will fall without a fight!"

"The Austrians in California must surrender too!"

"You will definitely be able to move into the White House by then!"

But now there is a problem, that is, how to take Fort Albuquerque. Only by eliminating this thorn in the flesh can we plunder the land of Mexico "more, faster, better, and cheaper".

According to intelligence, Fort Albuquerque has at most 20,000 Mexican troops, and the Grande River Camp has more than 100,000 US troops, which is at least five times the strength of the other side, and new recruits are constantly arriving.

But there was a problem, that was the rampant yellow fever. If the disease continued to spread, even if there were more troops, they would sooner or later be dragged down by the enemy.

Thinking of this, Zachary Taylor thought of a good way to utilize waste, that is, to let those sick soldiers go to attack the city as cannon fodder.

This would not only test the firepower of the Mexicans, but also consume their ammunition. At the very least, it would reduce the number of sick soldiers in the army and save food and medicine.

On the other hand, the number of troops in the Albuquerque Fortress was less than 8,000, but there was enough food and gunpowder.

The black clothes on Diego made him completely blend into the night on the top of the city, but his face was full of sorrow and desire.

This was the first time that the US military camp had moved forward in the past three months. With such a large-scale move, it seemed that the Americans had discovered the fact that the main force of the Mexican army was not there.

Diego was not aware of the current situation of the war, and the Mexican army's communications had long been interrupted. His agreement with Tasan Anna was that after the rebels were eliminated, the black corps could evacuate the Albuquerque Fortress and retreat to Juarez.

Wait for Tasan Anna's main force to come back and fight back to New Mexico.

However, Diego knew very well that if he evacuated from Fort Albuquerque, the north of Mexico would be completely lost and there would be no possibility of recovery.

Then the black general made a cruel decision, deceiving his legion to defend Fort Albuquerque, leaving the spark of counterattack for Mexico.

But there was no news for so long, which made Diego a little worried, because few of the white generals of the president cared about Mexico. They only fought for power and profit. They should be killed in the meeting!

At the same time, the black general also longed for battle and death. Diego was invincible as a gladiator. He killed white people, black people, Indians, North American wolves, jaguars, lions, and even big brown bears.

But Diego did not have the courage of Spartacus. He succumbed to the force of the whites and killed his father, brother, and friend for survival.

Until Tasan Anna's army reached Texas and released him from the iron cage, and announced that black slaves were no longer anyone's property.

But they were citizens of Mexico, and they could enjoy citizenship rights, as well as taxation and service obligations, on an equal footing with whites, Indians, and mixed-race people.

Tasan Anna also distributed the land and property of those escaped or dead slave owners to them, and even lent them food and seeds in order to continue production.

So in San Jacinto, 300 black soldiers used their flesh and blood to block Sam Houston's charge, and they were like black boulders standing still when the Mexican army's retreat was like a torrent.

Only 23 people from the black army survived that battle, and Diego was one of them. From that day on, he was no longer called "Bonebreaker" or "George" or "Jacob", but Diego, which means courage.

George and Jacob were common names for high-ranking black slaves at the time.

July 2, 1844.

The battle for Fort Albuquerque began.

A large number of American soldiers who were already half dead were driven to the battlefield, and the deputy commander Diego shouted excitedly.

"We are warriors on the battlefield of life,

We are not afraid of death,

We regard it as a necessary sacrifice.

Mother Earth protects us,

Launch an attack on the enemy in the sky.

Even if it is fragmented, we must tear the enemy's flesh and blood."

An ancient African war song sounded again. No one knows when it was created and why it was spread. They only know that they must fight until death comes.

The artillery of Fort Albuquerque is far inferior to that of Mexico City, and it is no match for the US artillery.

However, they never planned to shoot at each other, because if they wanted to occupy the fortress, they had to send infantry to attack the city.

So the artillery of Fort Albuquerque had already hidden. Although the US artillery bombardment was very exciting, it did not cause much damage to the defenders.

The commander at the front was even more eager to achieve success. After the bombardment ended, he ordered the remaining soldiers to launch an attack. These American soldiers, who were tortured half to death by yellow fever, crossed the Grande River tremblingly.

Just as they were about to form a line to launch an attack, the artillery on the city wall immediately roared, and countless shotgun shells swept down all the nearest American remnants, and then the defenders began to exert their strength.

Round after round of gunfire soon broke the morale of these seriously ill American soldiers.

When these people wanted to escape back to the other side of the river, they found that the supervision team had been waiting for a long time, and the remaining soldiers could only return to the beach position again.

However, this was no different from sending themselves to death. The tentative attack was not over until the last remaining American soldier was killed by the supervision team.

In fact, the number of people killed by the US supervision team may be more than that of the Mexican side.

Then came the targeted shooting of the US artillery, the goal was to destroy the artillery positions that had just been so powerful.

At this time, the defenders in the fortress looked at each other. They found that these American soldiers were much weaker than they imagined, and the emotions they had just prepared to die generously seemed to have been brewed in vain.

Diego: "Hey, Diego. With these guys outside, I think we can hold out until the food is gone. Looking at the way these people walk, maybe we can't climb in even if we prepare ladders for them."

Diego: "Damn it! Stop talking! I now think we should rush out and drive them back to the other side of the river."

Diego: "Good idea!"

Diego: "Idiot, there are at least tens of thousands of people on the other side! Stay and guard, no one is allowed to go out! Call the cavalry captain to me!"

On the other side of the river, the officers under Zachary Taylor praised the commander's tactics. It was a stroke of genius to figure out the firepower of the Mexicans with only a few hundred remnants.

"Continue the attack! We will go to the other side of the river to spend the night today!"

"Yes! Your Excellency the Commander."

Then another group of American soldiers coughed and advanced forward, crossed the Grande River and attacked Fort Albuquerque.

These people were once again engulfed by the ruthless flames of war, in exchange for more accurate artillery fire from the US military.

A feeling of grief spread among the remaining American soldiers.