Just as Chief of Staff Rusty issued a large-scale counterattack on the whole line, the battle of Caishi Town had actually come to an end. The two infantry brigades, a cavalry brigade, and artillery regiments that were about to attack were not just about reaping the fruits of falling to the ground.

The first troops to attack were the cavalry brigade. The cavalry who had been waiting in the woods for nearly 4 hours finally had a chance to vent. Two Polish Lancer Regiments, two French Light Cavalry Regiments, and a total strength of 3,500 were dispatched on the whole line (the other French Light Cavalry Regiment was drawn to the General Reserve, under the temporary command of General Hugo). Although they faced only two incomplete Spanish feint attack troops, the number of people was only 800, but they still rushed up like wolves and tigers.

If the cavalry brigade did not rush up quickly, all the fruits of victory would be taken over by shameless infantry. At this time, the six Minnie sniper companies stationed on both wings of Caishi Town had received the orders of Major Mardan and were slowly crossing the chest wall, barbed wire, and trenches, shooting and killing the remaining Spanish cavalry units that were trying to avoid 350 meters away.

The French light cavalry company led by General Desnuet was on the left, and the Polish lances commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Pavorvsky was on the right. The former waved a multi-barrel revolver, while the latter raised a 3-meter-long spear. Everyone shouted the slogan of victory and rushed all the way.

Looking in the sound, the Spanish cavalry was immediately frightened by their momentum. No one dared to fight anymore. They turned their horses backwards and thought of escaping back to the camp, but it was too late. Due to the several strong impacts of the frontal battlefield, the two Spanish cavalry's horses had already become tired. While they could not increase their speed, they had to constantly change their escape routes and try their best to avoid the harassment of the terrifying Minnie bombs 300 meters away.

In less than 3 minutes, the defeated Spanish cavalry had been caught up by the pursuers behind them. The barbaric French cavalry liked to use multi-tube revolver pistols to shoot one by one at a time; while the elegant Polish cavalry used the spears in their hands to nail their opponents to the horses one by one.

When they saw the pursuers behind them one by one, and when they noticed that their comrades around them fell off their horses one by one, the Spanish cavalry were convinced that they could not escape the encirclement. In the end, the remaining more than 500 people finally gave up their resistance. In order to save their lives, they threw down all their weapons, jumped off their horseback, raised their hands, and accepted the fact that they became prisoners of war.

At this time, General Deerney's First Brigade officers and soldiers jumped off their chest walls and passed through two barbed wires. 200 meters away from the front of the position, each regiment was arranged in a mixed formation attack method, and the target was aimed directly at the enemy position on the northern foot of the gorge. Behind them and on both wings, there were more than 20 artillery commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Ker, who followed the formation all the way.

With General Delney's order, the soldiers of the First Brigade who had already put on military dresses began to sing their own song of victory - "Marseille". They took steady and neat steps, carried rifles on their shoulders, and happily pressed towards the enemy position 2 kilometers away slowly. But in fact, the Spanish army on the opposite side had completely given up front resistance. After the officers and soldiers abandoned their armor, all of them were fighting to the south of the canyon, trying to open up the road to survival.

The most disappointing thing was the officers and soldiers of the cavalry brigade. General Desnuet, who had just eaten two appetizers, was about to lead his troops to break through the Spanish army's position defense line, but found that the enemy had lost without fighting and voluntarily abandoned the barracks. His cavalry was useless. The attacking canyon was not within the scope of the cavalry brigade's mission, and the terrain there was not suitable for cavalry adventure. In desperation, General Desnuet could only order the cavalry to wait for the two wings of the infantry brigade, and everyone sang the "Marseille" together.

In the quarry canyon, nearly 2,000 Spanish troops retreating urgently were once again congested. They were at the end of their lives and had no way to escape. In front of them, there were decades of large vehicles that had strictly blocked the road to the southern mountainous areas; behind them were nearly 10,000 French pursuers who were pressing step by step, and their morale was rising and they sang the victory song; on the left and right sides, thousands of French soldiers hidden on the hillside had appeared, and their muzzles had been aimed at the panic-ridden defeated soldiers.

"Surrender, this is your only chance to survive!" The voice of persuading to surrender kept echoing over the canyon.

It is human instinct to try to survive in desperate situations. The Spanish soldiers who had already lost their battles became hesitant one by one, and the rifles in their hands slowly relaxed. They looked at their respective officers, and the officers were waiting for the orders from General Galicia, but Galicia resolutely chose a hell mode.

The commander struggled to pull out all the buttons of the uniform top, revealing his black-haired chest. After taking a deep breath, he waved the saber in his hand, and then shouted the slogan "Long live Spain, long live King Peidinan!", riding horses and running, squeezing the many soldiers on both sides of the road, alone, rushed towards the direction surrounded by a large cart.

In the incredible eyes of the officers and soldiers, General Galicia, who was trapped in madness, was like a fearless Don Quixote, raising his gun toward the huge windmill that was towering into the sky. Although it seemed brave, it was extremely stupid. After a series of heavy failures, few subordinates were willing to accompany General Galicia, who had lost all his majesty, and died in vain.

However, there are always a few so-called warriors who are not afraid of death. Under the instigation of General Galicia, more than 20 soldiers also became crazy. They followed the commander closely, hoping to break out a path in adversity.

"Give them the final treatment of the warriors!" On the hillside on the side of the canyon, General Barbanegel put away the single monocular in his hand and ordered softly.

Major Mitheus next to him nodded, and he immediately signaled the messenger to sing the flag. Soon, rows of dull gunfire sounded on the hillsides on both sides of the canyon. When the gunfire ended, the smoke dissipated. At the other end of the blocking of the cart, General Galicia and the last 20 followers all fell into more than ten bullets, fell into a pool of blood, and stopped moving.

A French soldier stood on the slope of the sloped valley near the big cart. He danced up and down with a torch in his hand, and shouted loudly at the besieged Spanish army: "Survival or death? You only have the last two minutes of choice!"

No one could remain silent anymore, because they knew that once the French soldiers on the slope threw the torches into the big cart, the rising burning flames meant that the French massacre was about to begin. Soon, General Mario, elected by the officers, as the commander of the defeated army, expressed his willingness to surrender to the victory side.

There was no longer any resistance. Nearly 2,000 Spanish remnants put down their weapons, held their hands high, and felt endless sadness in their hearts, but they were a little lucky. Under the close supervision of the surrounding French troops, they silently walked out of the northern foot of the canyon for the second time...

"The Spaniards surrendered, and the battle ended like this?" Pablo, who was late, was constantly stroking the bright bald head that had just been repaired a few days ago. He felt incredible. He rushed over to do battlefield reinforcements, but the French comrades from the First Brigade and the Cavalry Brigade sang "Marseille" together to celebrate the victory.

Back then, when Pablo and his three men were still fighting guerrillas in the North Aragon Mountains, they were ambushed by the superior French army, which was the worst they had ever experienced. But now, this "champion of honor" belongs to the defeated Spanish army. After paying the heavy price of thousands of cavalry and infantry, the Spanish army failed to attack within 30 meters in front of the defenders. Less than 30 minutes after their own counterattack, the remaining enemy troops raised their hands and chose to surrender.

"Of course, do you want the Spanish to die more?" Enrique teased his comrades and fellow villagers around him.

"I just think victory is too easy, and it has never been so easy!" Pablo smiled awkwardly, and he asked to the silent Corporal Garset, who was on the side, "Hey, Garset, how many Spanish did you say we wiped out together?"

After thinking a little, Garset gave a positive answer, "There are more than 6,800 of them in total, and probably no one of them ran away!"

"Oh, it's amazing! How much do we lose? How many unlucky guys have died?" Pablo became excited.

"Who knows this? Come on, I'll listen to the statistics of the war report tomorrow!" Garset smiled.

Enrique interjected and said, "I didn't notice the unlucky guy who died on the spot. I only saw the guy who was the worst injured, as if he was hit by a Spanish shell in his arm. As for the others, most of them were minor injuries caused by stray bullets."

As Gasset speculated, in the ambush in the entire Caishi Town, more than 6,800 Spanish troops were completely encircled and annihilated, including: 3,495 people died in battle (including serious injuries and execution), 207 people were slightly injured, and 3,142 people were captured. Among the three main Spanish generals, Pedro and Supreme Commander Galicia were killed one after another, and Mario chose to surrender.

Among the prisoners, 800 people were captured in the rear camp (120 cavalry, 500 infantry, and the rest were baggage soldiers), nearly 2,000 infantry surrendered in the canyon, and more than 400 cavalry involved in the feint attack. In addition, the Desay Division also seized nearly 10,000 guns and sabres, a large amount of baggage, food, and dozens of large carts that had not been burned, but the most worth mentioning was the untouched thousand war horses and a large number of mules and horses obtained from the Spanish cavalry who had been killed or surrendered.

As for the casualties of the Desay Division, it is not worth mentioning at all. In this battle, less than 50 people were injured, most of whom were scratched by stray bullets. The only serious soldier who suffered fatal injuries was the unlucky gunner that Enrique saw. While carrying the shells, he accidentally hit his left arm by Spanish shells. When he was sent to the battlefield hospital in time, he continued to bleed.

In fact, this gunner is a lucky man. Perhaps in the history of surgical operations, he will also mention his name and survival miracle. During this fierce and tragic encirclement and annihilation battle between us, there were too few wounded soldiers in the Desai Division. Dr. Kava, who was idle in the field hospital, came to do the surgery himself when he heard that a serious wounded soldier was sent.
Chapter completed!