Legacy of the Sabretooth

The meditation was interrupted, and Victor took a telegram from Adjutant Tom: he was asked to gather his troops at once, and under the leadership of General Sheld, he was ready to leave for Richmond.

"Our Snail Buck finally gave up?"

"Yes, according to reliable intelligence, Jackson and his troops have already taken the train south back to Richmond, so we are going to Richmond at once to support General McClellan."

"So, let's go!"

As he spoke, Victor put on the red military hat that had been placed on the table, and in an instant his temperament changed from calm to sharp, and 'Sabretooth' showed his fangs.

While Victor was preparing to travel to Richmond, Jackson 'Stonewall' had already completed the first phase of his second Battle of the Legends.

While General Buck was grinding in the valley of Shan'an Road, he left General Youwell, who had come to support, and marched west alone, arriving at Stanton.

Here met Johnson, who held his ground. Without repair, Jackson ordered the entire army to advance 25 miles at once, heading for the camp of the Fremont Vanguard Brigade of the Union Army.

Leading the brigade was General Murray of the Union Army, who, upon learning of the arrival of Jackson's army, decisively ordered: attack.

In the early days of the civil war, everyone's command level was still at the amateur level, which belonged to a typical circle of soldiers A past, and whoever died first lost such an operation.

And our General Murray is one such commander, who, when the enemy is outnumbered, does not adopt a strategy of holding out, but bravely attacks the enemy who is several times his own (a wave of mobilized troops will pass), and the defeat of the Northern Army in the valley (you don't die, who dies).

He took advantage of the heavy rain to raid the marching Jackson's department, Jackson had to rush to the battle, the soldiers of the Southern Army who did not have much actual combat experience were in a mess, but the soldiers of the attacking Northern Army were not much better.

"Don't mess around! Listen to me! Dense formation! Advance as a whole! Seize the high ground! If someone retreats! I'll shoot him! If I retreat! You can shoot me, too! The stone wall never retreats! The alliance is moving forward! "

While Jackson's voice resounded throughout the canyon in the heavy rain, it also encouraged the momentum of the Southern Army, and there was a bloody battle between the Northern and Southern armies in order to seize the commanding heights.

Although Jackson had the advantage in numbers, the narrow terrain allowed him to put in a maximum of more than 4,000 people under his command, and Johnson's more than 2,000 people could only act as melon eaters from a distance.

Although Murray took advantage of the time and place, there is a saying that things are man-made, and he still failed to recklessly beat Jackson, and the head of the "iron head" hit the "stone wall" and broke the blood.

Jackson paid 500 men to completely defeat General Murray's vanguard brigade, and although Murray only lost more than 250 men, he made his way until he joined up with Fremont's main force.

And Jackson, who repelled General Murray, only had time to clean up the battlefield briefly, and then called the commander of the friendly army who was eating melons in the distance: Johnson.

"Gather your troops now, we're going back to the Sugi Valley, it's time to teach that old fellow Buck a deep lesson."

In this way, Johnson joined Jackson's command, and Jackson, whose troops had been expanded, once again began a long run, trying to bite Buck's tail before retreating to Winchester.

While Jackson was preparing to pound Buck, Victor and the boys of the Fourteenth Militia Regiment in Brooklyn were fighting the Confederate Army at Seven Pines, just outside Richmond.

"Kill these damn Southerners!"

Led by Victor, the boys of the 14th Brooklyn Militia Regiment engaged in a bloody melee in the mire with the attacking Confederate Army.

The terrain here is mostly forests and swamps, and the commander of the Union Army has the brains to deploy the two flanks of his troops on both sides of the Chikhamny River.

The river is also adjacent to the marshy terrain in the best season, and the heavy rains in May have turned it into a raging rapid. A few days ago, a downpour of rain threatened to destroy four bridges that were the only link between the two wings of the Federation.

The flood water has already flooded 20 centimeters of the bridge deck, and the four bridges, which are the lifeline of the federal army, are in jeopardy.

The commander of the Southern Army, Johnston, seized this golden opportunity and threw two-thirds of his forces into a fierce assault on the right flank of the Northern Army.

However, due to the limitations of the times and for various other reasons, his orders were given verbally, and Johnston's battle plan called for three divisions to march from three different directions. This was too complex for his inexperienced, understaffed staff to master.

Some of the attacking troops went the wrong way, and some got entangled with friendly forces. As a result, the attack, which should have been launched at dawn, dragged on until the afternoon, and it was still scattered and joined the battle as if it were adding fuel.

The Fourteenth Militia Regiment in Brooklyn, where Victor was located, was also one of the targets of the Southern Army, and they were attacked by the Southern Army shortly after lunch.

Under Victor's leadership, the Confederate tentative assault was quickly repulsed, but the ensuing formal assault left the Fourteenth Militia Regiment in Brooklyn in a bitter position.

Victor was armed with a captured Confederate rifle and stabbed one Confederate soldier after another.

The military hat he wore on his head had long since disappeared, the gray-blue shirt on his body had long since turned into a beggar's outfit, and the scarlet woolen pants were stained with mud and blood.

"Hold on! Our reinforcements will be here soon! For the Federation! "

At this time, only Victor himself could still make such a shout, and the other lads had already fallen into numbness.

Numbly firing, numbly killing the rushing Confederate soldiers, or numbly being killed, the reason why they haven't collapsed yet is simple: the burly man with blonde hair nicknamed the Saber-toothed Tiger is still on the battlefield.

He's like a flag, a benchmark, he's standing there, he's still fighting, then the soldiers of M Company and even the other Brooklyn 14th Militia Regiment won't take a step back, the enemy can kill them, but they won't take a step back.

By the end of the kill, Victor's eyes had turned blood-red, and his methods were no longer limited to the use of command knives and rifle bayonets.

Like an enraged saber-toothed, he rampaged through the position. Everything he held in his hands could be used as a weapon to deal a fatal blow to the soldiers of the Confederate Army.

On one occasion, seven or eight soldiers of the Confederate Army rushed upon him and tried to overwhelm him and then kill him.

But he was torn open by Victor's outstretched claws and broke free, and finally these Southern Army soldiers died under Victor's claws. Victor is increasingly discovering that no weapon can match his claws.

In the face of his 25-ton strength, the soldiers of the Southern Army who were hit by him flew in mid-air as if they had been hit by a train, and they could have taken the lives of several friendly soldiers when they landed.

This time, Victor's allies did not disappoint him. Led by General Edwin Sumner, the 2nd Army of the Potomac Corps rushed to the aid and quickly joined the battlefield.

General Edwin Sumner, a veteran who had been stabbed in the skin for 42 years before the Civil War, resolutely led his army across the Chickhamny River despite the knee-deep water on the bridge.

Eventually, he had his entire men, including artillery, crossed the Chickhamny River, and his vanguard division quickly joined the fray, countering the Confederates and halting their advance in the twilight.

There was a small episode in the middle, that is, when Sumner led his troops to support, Johnson, the supreme commander of the Southern Army, also came to the forward position to inspect.

He deserved to be unlucky, at that time, the Southern Army in the position of the 14th Militia Regiment in Brooklyn had been basically repulsed, and Victor was holding a new rifle supported by friendly forces to catch the 'rats'.

I saw a man who seemed to be a senior officer coming up from the opposite position, judging from the fact that there was still a circle of officers around him.

In line with the principle that you won't die if you shoot a shot, and maybe you can win a big prize if you hit it, Victor decisively completed the two actions of aiming and firing in one second.

Then he snatched the rifle from the hand of Tom, the adjutant who was passing by, and while it was hot, another shot came, and two bullets hit Johnston in the arm and chest.

He fell to the ground at that moment, and the blood quickly stained his entire upper body, and the panicked Southern Army had to quickly carry their supreme commander on a stretcher and take him to the hospital in the rear for treatment.

Johnston's heavy injuries greatly affected the morale and offensive strength of the Confederate Army, and federal reinforcements had arrived. The next day's attack by the Confederate Army seemed to Victor like a herd of sheep attacking the Tigers.

The opponent's attack collapsed at the first touch, and the morale of the entire army completely collapsed after the commander of the Southern Army who was in charge of directing the attack was cut in the throat by Victor.

The Fourteenth Brooklyn Militia Regiment, led by Victor's M Company, launched a counter-charge, and the fleeing Confederate Army suffered heavy losses, and many wounded soldiers were even drowned in the swamp.

The desperate cries they uttered before drowning could no longer elicit the sympathy of the Federation Army, and these people, who should have been robes, finally went further and further down the road of hatred and fighting.

After the war, Victor looked at the battlefield strewn with corpses, but he didn't feel the slightest discomfort, too, after all, he has a penchant for killing in his nature.

But he didn't feel excited, killing these ordinary soldiers didn't feel much for him anymore, he just killed out of different camps, not looking for excitement, maybe only the strong could arouse his fighting spirit.

Victor was not intimidated by the bloody battle in front of him, and of course, he could not be intimidated, but there was one person who was intimidated.

That was the supreme commander of the Northern Army: McClellan, who looked at the bloody corpses of the soldiers and the battlefield strewn with corpses.

He almost lost his fighting spirit, and he even wrote in his diary that day: "There is nothing tempting about such a victory as the price we have paid has been so great." "

Just when Victor and the boys in Brooklyn finally won the battle, Jackson, the 'Stonewall' far away in the Shan'an Road Valley, also launched a deadly attack on Old Buck...