When Desay raised his monocular mirror, he was very depressed to find that several more Spanish reinforcements were coming, one of which was dragging two cannons with eight horses. The Spanish began to cheer again.

"Grass-mud-horse, the whole city of Zaragoza came over! Damn the southern line, damn engineers, damn God, why didn't you detonate? I want to kill all the priests, snatch them, burn them all, and burn them all." Desai almost collapsed and verbally scolded the sky. Fortunately, it was Mandarin, and the people around him didn't pay much attention to the commander's incompetence.

But God seemed to understand and began to get angry, and decided to give the time traveler a small punishment. A 4-pound shell hit Lieutenant Colonel Desay's ship-shaped military cap and almost wiped his scalp. The commotional airflow caused the French commander to fall heavily to the ground. Unfortunately, the time traveler's butt fell on a spare shell, so the protagonist felt sad.

Just as the gendarmerie captain wanted to help the commander, suddenly, a loud noise came from the south of the city. A huge orange-red flame rose from the air, and then a black mushroom cloud formed in the sky. Then, countless cheers shouting "Ula, Ula" and "Long live the emperor" in French. The huge explosion and noisy shouting made the Spaniards who were attacking and preparing to attack stopped. They looked back and looked nervous, hoping that someone could tell themselves what was going on. When they learned that the southern line was broken through by countless French people, one person began to retreat, leading a row of people, and then the entire crowd.

Desai was finally excited because he knew that the mine buried by the engineers in the south of the city had been successfully blasted. At this time, at least two regiments of French troops were rushing towards the weak defense and caught off guard. He refused the captain's help, and was not worried about the discomfort on his hips, so he quickly got up and shouted at the trumpet soldiers and drummers on the back:

"The band, the band, play the soldiers' march, beat the drum beats of the attack!"

Then, the commander of Desai ordered Battalion Commander Delney and Captain Carls respectively:

"Captain Delney! Your battalion is ready to attack and occupy the first barricade and monastery."

"Captain Carls! Your reserve battalion follows the first battalion, and after crossing the first barricade, take over the first battalion and continue attacking, waiting for an opportunity to break through the second or third barricade." At the moment of victory, Lieutenant Colonel Desay put his reserve team into the battle without hesitation, and must make the last blow, so that all the Spaniards lose their fighting spirit and completely defeated.

The commander's order was quickly issued and executed. When more than 700 French soldiers were carrying bayonet rifles, crossed the circular barrier and took the initiative to attack, the last straw finally broke the hunchback. Before, the Spaniards, who could face the enemy's artillery fire calmly, completely collapsed. They sat on the ground and howled and cried. More people had abandoned their weapons and turned around and ran back desperately. Any obstacles that stood in front of them were knocked down, moved away, or simply stepped over the bodies of their comrades and stepped on them.

At this time, the second battalion, which was seriously short of organization, also successfully defended the positions on both wings and defeated as many as three times its enemy. The French made a concerted effort and continuously broke through the enemy's second barricades until they chased to the third line of defense, and stopped the attack under a castle transformed from a church, and then turned to defense on the spot.

The French did not leave any enemy prisoners or wounded soldiers in the occupied areas. When cleaning the battlefield, they were all dealt with by bayonets. Only hundreds of people in the temporary hospital left by Colonel Fernando were spared. The French Earl fulfilled his private transaction with the Spanish Marquis very well.

Leaning on the inside of a barricade, Silva mourned his deceased comrade-in-arms, Via, who had just witnessed and told him what had happened and handed the pistol to Silva.

"What should I say to this Toulon friend?" Silva asked Corporal Penduvas.

"Kill more Spaniards!" The corporal hesitated for a moment before answering.

"But that won't make him alive."

"Sing Marseille in front of Viagra, maybe he can jump out and continue fighting!"

"This is not funny, corporal fellow countryman!"

"Okay, donate your two months of military pay to Via's relatives." The corporal threw out his killer move.

"This is impossible." The Private immediately ended his memorial to his fallen comrades.

"Okay, okay, just do whatever you want." The corporal walked towards the bonfire where food was boiling, and there were a few hungry soldiers scrambling for the fragrant ham meat in the soup pot. Soon, Penduas thought of another embarrassing thing, turned around and said to his fellow villager, "By the way, Silva. I suggest you wash your hair and change your clothes. You must know that the things in the urinal thrown by the old Spanish witch are disgusting. Look, everyone is away from you. Otherwise, you don't want to eat ham meat tonight."

...

When night fell, Lieutenant Colonel Desay had moved his regiment command post to the second floor of the monastery. A small prayer room was cleaned up, with a desk and a bench, plus a camp bed, becoming the commander's temporary office and rest room.

Before he could rest, the commander of Desay, accompanied by Captain Carls, patrolled the front line, had a dinner with the soldiers, drank a bowl of vegetable soup with two slices of ham meat, and gnawed a few slices of dry bread. In front of all the officers and soldiers, the 20 bravest soldiers in the daytime battle were commended: 1 whole piece of ham, plus 100 riyals (Spanish currency, 5 riyals are equivalent to 1 franc).

After eleven o'clock, the regiment commander, who had worked hard for a day, finally completed the inspection and commendation tasks. Seeing that the soldiers' morale was still high, he finally felt relieved. When he returned to the command post, he found that his stomach began to scream and reminded the owner that he needed to replenish high energy. However, Lieutenant Colonel Desay began to regret that because he was too generous, the remaining ham was rewarded to the soldiers.

The lieutenant of the artillery was prepared for a long time. He "contributed" the canned pork he had hidden to the regiment commander, at the cost of the latter being that the latter would have to pay the gendarmerie captain 35 riyals.

"Black, it's really black. All Jews are profiteers, and officers are no exception!" Desai was a little indignant, but helpless. Because the previous coffee pot and coffee powder were not free, it was 300 riyals.

The glass canned food was brown outside, and the pork inside could not be seen, the production date, the place of origin, etc. However, the hungry man quickly forgot about anything else. He dug with a bayonet, bite with his teeth, and at least pulled out the cork at the can, and then poured all the things in the can into his iron lunch box. Most of the meat was blood compounds, and the meat was less than a third of a pound. As for the taste, the rough seemed to have some sand, like chewing wax.

While the time traveler was so angry that he wanted to cry, "Okay, I swear, this ghost thing is definitely not something that humans can eat. I remember that back then, my first pot of gold to make money was also made in canned food, and it was also made in three-no products. Although the conditions were difficult at that time (a couple's shop), the production factory was located near a pigpen in the countryside (easy to collect raw materials), and he had to fight wits and courage with the official from time to time (a business-bribery-acceptance-bribery), his products were absolutely first-class in terms of packaging and taste (a little additive)..."

Desai swore again that when he returned to Paris, he would open a metal canning factory to promote the authentic Chinese canned food to all of Europe in the 19th century.

After resolving the battle with inferior canned food, Desai began today's combat report with the help of five candlelights on the candlesticks, and submitted several promotion applications to Marshal Rana, plus signing an execution order.

Apply for promotion to Captain Delney to battalion commander and major; apply for promotion to Lieutenant Kerle to captain; apply for promotion to trainee Lieutenant Charles to second lieutenant; apply for promotion to...

And Captain Carls, who agreed to the request of the military police, shot two soldiers who had robbed and kept orders while chasing the enemy.

To add a little more, because of the well-known reason, the poor Desai leader kept standing or crawling to eat and write.

“To the respected Commander-in-Chief…

During the battle this afternoon to evening, all of our regiment, whether soldiers or officers, showed great courage. They were fearless in the face of ten times their enemies... Note: 1,000 words of self-song is omitted here.

In this battle, with the assistance of artillery soldiers, our regiment killed more than 4,000 enemies, but no enemy prisoner, only 467 civilians who voluntarily surrendered, most of them were injured or sick. At the same time, our army also killed 122 (including 10 officers), seriously injured 91 people, and slightly injured 154 people...

Although I do not want to admit it, I have to say. Dear Marshal, I have never seen the enemy defending my city so bravely. I have seen two soldiers die by a crazy Spanish woman biting their necks alive; a 90-year-old woman poured the urine from the pot from the balcony...

It can be foreseen that in the city of Zaragoza tomorrow, soldiers, monks, farmers, women, elderly people, and even children will rise up to fight for us in every land. When we attack every house, they will fight from down to up to defend every floor, every corridor, and every room...

Therefore, I boldly requested the ranks of the ranks, asking you to allow a special envoy to negotiate with the defenders of the city, and inform them that as long as they are willing to surrender, they can get the most honorable conditions..."

The letter was sealed with fire mud, and Desai asked the guards outside the door to call his adjutant, Lieutenant Charles. The latter was injured in the battle in front of the city wall, but fortunately it was not a big deal, but the left hand was still wrapped in a bandage.

"Go to the Front Command and be sure to hand over this letter to the Commander-in-Chief, Marshal Rana!"

"As for orders, sir!"

"Also, after sending the letter, don't rush back. You can stay in the headquarters for a while, for example, visit alumni of St. Cyr Military Academy, some lieutenant staff officers, remember to listen more and speak less."
Chapter completed!