Sabertooth - Chapter 25
Chapter 25: A Trip
The meditation was interrupted. Victor took the telegram delivered by the adjutant Tom: he was asked to gather his troops immediately, and under the leadership of General Shelder, he was ready to set off for Richmond.
“Did our snail Buck finally gave up?”
“Yes, according to reliable information, Jackson and his troops have travelled south back to Richmond by train, so we have to rush to Richmond to support General McClellan.”
“So, let’s go!”
With that said, Victor put on the red military cap that was originally placed on the table, and his temperament instantly changed from the original calm to the sharp edge, and ‘Sabretooth’ exposed his fangs.
Just as Victor was preparing to travel to Richmond, ‘Stone Wall’ Jackson had already completed the first stage of his second legendary battle.
He rode General Buck, while he was rubbing in the Sugan Road Valley, leaving General Jewell, who came to support him, and the lone army went west and arrived in Stanton.
Here, Johnson, who held his ground, met. Without trimming, Jackson ordered the whole army to advance 25 miles, pointing directly to the camp of the Pioneer Brigade of the EFF Fremont Division.
The brigade was led by General Murray of the EFF. After learning of the arrival of the Jackson Army, he decisively ordered: attack.
In the early days of the Civil War, everyone’s command level was still at the amateur level, which belongs to the typical wave of soldiers in the past. Whoever died first will lose such an operation.
General Murray was one such commander. When he had few enemies, he did not adopt a tactic of perseverance, but bravely attacked his enemies several times), kicked off the defeat of the Northern Army in the valley.
He took the opportunity of heavy rain to storm the marching Jackson Department. Jackson had to hurry to fight. The Southern Army soldiers with little actual combat experience were in a mess, but the attacking Northern Army soldiers were not much better.
“Don’t mess up! Listen to me! Intensive formation! Take the commanding heights! If someone retreats! I will shoot him! If I retreat! You can also shoot me! The stone wall will never retreat! The Alliance moves forward!”
Jackson’s voice resounded through the canyon during the heavy rain, but also inspired the vigor of the Southern Army. Both sides of the North and South Army fought for the commanding heights.
Although Jackson’s number is dominant, the narrow terrain allows him to only invest more than 4,000 people under his command. The more than 2,000 people led by Johnson can only act as a melon-eater in the distance.
Although Murray occupies the right place, but there is a saying that things are artificial, he still failed to pass Jackson.
Jackson paid the price of 500 people and completely defeated General Murray’s vanguard brigade. Although Murray only lost more than 250 people, he turned all the way until he joined Fremont’s main force before stopping.
And Jackson, who repelled General Murray, only came to clean the battlefield, and then called out the commander of the friendly army, who ate melons in the distance: Johnson.
“Assemble troops immediately, we are going back to Sugan Road Valley, it’s time to give Buck a profound lesson.”
In this way, Johnson joined Jackson’s group, and Jackson, whose army had been expanded, started the long-distance raid again. He wanted to bite the other’s tail before Buck withdrew to Winchester.
While Jackson was about to attack Buck, Victor and the guys of the Brooklyn 14th Militia were fighting with the Southern Army in Seven Pines outside Richmond.
“Kill these damn Yankees!”
Under Victor’s leadership, the boys of the 14th Militia Regiment of Brooklyn and the Southern Army, who came to attack, were engaged in a bloody scuffle in the quagmire.
The terrain here is mostly forests and swamps, the EFF commander deployed his wings on both sides of the Chikhameni River.
The river also adjoins the swampy zone in the best season, and heavy rain in May has turned it into a raging torrent. A torrential downpour a few days ago put the only four bridges between the two wings of the Federation in danger of being washed away.
The high flood has already covered the bridge deck by 20 centimeters, and these four bridges, which are called the lifeline of the EFF, are in jeopardy.
The Southern Army commander Johnston seized this rare opportunity, he invested two-thirds of his troops, and launched a fierce attack on the right wing of the Northern Army.
However, limited to the times and various other reasons, his orders were given orally. Johnston’s battle plan required three divisions to march from three different directions. This was too complicated for the lack of experience and understaffed staff.
Some of the attacking troops went the wrong way, and some were entangled with friendly forces. As a result, the offensive that should have been launched at dawn has been dragged into the afternoon, and it is still scattered and joined the battle like fueling.
And where Victor was located was also one of the Southern Army’s offensive targets. They were attacked by the Southern Army shortly after lunch.
Under Victor’s leadership, the Southern Army’s tentative attack was quickly repulsed, but the formal attack that followed brought the Brooklyn 14th Militia into a bitter battle.
Victor, holding a captured Southern Army rifle, stabbed Southern Army soldiers who rushed up one after another.
The military cap, he had worn on his head had already disappeared. The gray-blue coat had become a beggar outfit, and the scarlet wool pants were covered with mud and blood.
“Hold on! Our reinforcements will arrive soon! For the Federation!”
At this time, only Victor could make such a cry, because the other boys had already fallen into numbness.
The reason for the numb fire, the numb killing of the Southern Army soldiers who rushed over, or the numbness was killed, the reason they have not collapsed is simple: the burly man with blond hair, nicknamed Sabertooth, is still on the battlefield.
He is like a flag, a benchmark, he is standing there, still fighting, then the soldiers of M Company and even the Brooklyn 14th Militia Regiment will not take a step back, the enemy can kill them, but they will not take a step back.
By the end, Victor’s eyes had become blood-red, and his method was no longer limited to the use of a command knife and a rifle bayonet.
He was like an enraged sabertooth tiger, rushing across the position. Everything held in his hand can be used as a weapon, causing a fatal blow to the Southern Army soldiers.
On one occasion, seven or eight soldiers of the Southern Army rushed to him without fear of death, trying to overwhelm him, and then kill him.
They was torn apart by Victor’s claws and broke free. Finally, these Southern Army soldiers died under Victor’s claws. Victor discovered more and more that no weapon could match his claws.
In front of his up to 25 tons of force, the Southern Army soldiers hit by him died in mid-air as if hit by a train, and may have killed several friendly forces when they landed.
This time, Victor’s friendly forces did not disappoint him. Under the leadership of General Edwin Sumner, the Second Army of the Potomac Legion quickly rushed to join the battlefield.
General Edwin Sumner was a general, who had suffered a 42-year career before the Civil War and his skin was stabbed. Although the bridge deck was deep and kneeless, the stubborn old ‘Bull’ Sumner was still determined, and decisively led the army to cross the Chikhameni River.
Eventually, all the men and women, including the artillery, crossed the Chikhamni River. His first division quickly joined the battlefield, counterattacked the Allied forces, and stopped their advance in the twilight.
There is a small episode in this, that is, when Sumner led the army to support, the Southern Army’s top commander Johnson also ran to the frontier position to inspect.
He deserved luck. At that time, the Southern Army of the Brooklyn 14th Militia Regiment had been basically repelled. Victor was holding a new rifle supported by friendly forces and slamming the ‘mouse’.
He saw a person appearing to be a senior officer from the opposite position. This was judged from the circle of officers around him.
In the hope that he won’t die with a single shot, he might hit the principle of winning a big prize. Victor decisively completed two actions of aiming and firing in one second.
Then he snatched the rifle in the hand of the adjutant passing by, and made another shot while it was hot. Two bullets hit Johnston’s arm and chest.
He fell to the ground at that time, and his blood quickly stained his entire upper body. The panicked Southern Army had no choice but to hurry up their top commander on a stretcher, and sent him for treatment.
Johnston’s serious injury greatly affected the morale and offensive strength of the Southern Army, and the federal reinforcements had arrived. The Southern Army’s second day of attack seemed to Victor to be like a flock of sheep attacking a tiger.
The other party’s attack collapsed, and the Southern Army commander, who was in charge of the attack was slashed by Victor, and the morale of the entire army collapsed completely.
The 14th Militia Regiment of Brooklyn, led by Victor’s M Company, launched a counterattack. The Southern Army fleeing furiously suffered heavy losses, and many injured soldiers even drowned in the swamp.
The desperate cry they made before drowning could hardly cause sympathy for the EFF. These people who were supposed to be robes finally went further and further on the road of hatred and fighting.
After the war, Victor looked at the battlefield, where the corpses ran across the field, but did not feel the slightest discomfort. Also, after all, he had a killing side in his nature.
But he was not excited either. Killing these ordinary soldiers didn’t feel much to him anymore. He just killed for different camps, not looking for excitement. Perhaps only the strong can arouse his fighting spirit.
Victor was not intimidated by the bloody battle in front of him. Of course, he could not be intimidated, but one person was intimidated.
That was the supreme commander of the Northern Army: McClellan. He looked at the bloody bodies of the soldiers, and the smoke battlefield, where the corpses ran across the field.
He almost lost his fighting spirit. He even wrote in the diary of the day: “The price we paid is so heavy that such a victory is not attractive.”
Just when Victor and Brooklyn’s guys finally struggled to win, the ‘stone wall’ Jackson in the Sugan Road Valley also launched a deadly attack on Old Buck.