Just as Lieutenant Colonel Lodweck was planning an offensive on Magit Island, the new army troops on the west bank of the Ten Arrow River were also hurrying to prepare for the enemy's next counterattack.

On the river bank, the demon Ans was lying under the cannon stand of the thirty-two-pound cannon, holding a candle, and inspecting the tail of the cannon inch by inch.

The bronze cannon, under the candlelight, reveals a luster similar to gold. The melted candle drips on Once's hands from time to time, and the "demon" doesn't even blink.

Even with the tin can shell, the damage to the cannon is still amazing, so Major Mason stipulates that after each fire, the cannon body - especially the tail, must be checked to ensure that there are no deformation or cracks.

And because of the precedent of explosion, the artillery soldiers had to be more careful when using these old guys.

After the visual inspection, the demon Ance patted the cannon mount, and the artillery next to him worked together to pull him out from under the cannon mount.

The Demon Ans didn't say a word, just nodded, and walked towards the next thirty-two-pound cannon.

While the demon Ance personally inspected the cannon, other gunners were busy cooling the cannon.

The entire bucket of flaxseed oil was injected into the cannon chamber to calm the anger of these bronze beasts.

In contrast, the three six-pound long cannons that were squeezed to the edge of the position and looked very inconspicuous, the firing process is much simpler.

These three six-pound cannons were seized by the Tiefeng County Army for the longest time and used the most times, so they had already been able to find out their temper. Therefore, the gunners were most comfortable to serve them.

There is no need to cool oil. Just use a wet mop to clean the gunpowder residue, then wipe the water with a dry mop, and then you can reload the ammunition.

So the 32-pound cannon is still busy working hard, and the six-pound cannon can already be fired again.

At the same time, under the river embankment, Tamas, the first battalion commander of the Ironfeng County Infantry Regiment, was leading his subordinates to fully recover the ferry.

Due to the influence of water flow, the route between the ferry and the two sides of the strait is not straight, but "slant and slant".

That is, the first group of soldiers who landed on the island set off at half a kilometer upstream of the landing site. When the ferry returned, they were washed half a kilometer downstream.

One round and one kilometer of "loss" can only be compensated by manpower.

Tamas led his men to fish the stranded rowboat and sampan ashore, carried it back to the back of the river bank with his shoulders, loaded it into a carriage, and transported it upstream.

Geis Adonis in the temporary command post looked at the soldiers of the Tiefeng County Regiment climbing up and down the river embankment on both sides, and frowned unconsciously.

"What's wrong?" Mason sensitively noticed the negative emotions of the brigade general and asked carefully, "General."

"No," Gaisa replied expressionlessly. After a while, he sighed and said helplessly, "A sword and fire are coming over, but I didn't expect to be stumped by a small river."

"General, the Ten Arrow River is not a small river," Mason corrected instinctively. "Even if she looks at the two mountains and narrow lands, she can still count the big river."

Geisa didn't make a fuss.

Mason knew that he had made up for it and hurriedly looked for a make-up: "In fact, there are many examples of a river that determines victory or defeat in history. Not to mention the distance, the Battle of the Great Wilderness is the end of a river..."

Geisa sneered.

The artillery major simply shut his mouth, and the others in the command post were also silent.

A moment later, Geisa spoke first, breaking the depressing silence. He looked at Maggit Island and asked a little impatiently, "Why is the island so quiet? Are all the Unionists dead?"

"This is unlikely," Mason said with a rigorous explanation, "the enemy troops on the island have at least two brigades in size. Even according to the most optimistic estimate, they still have at least eight complete 100-man teams..."

The more Mason spoke, the less he sounded.

This time, it was Geisa's turn to sigh, he picked up his arms, looked up and down at Richard Mason, and asked regretfully, "Major, how did you get together with Winters Montagne?"

"This," Mason scratched his hair and smiled embarrassedly, "It's a long story."

Geisa was completely wiped out of temper, so he took a deep breath and planned to talk about something else.

At this moment, the lookout's shout came to the command post:

"Lights! The other side is sending signals!"

Upon hearing this, Gaisa rushed to the side of her chest wall, and Mason and other officers in the command post hurriedly followed.

I saw a spot suddenly lit up on Maggit Island.

From a distance, it looked like a small hole was poked on a black canvas, which made the light behind the canvas pass through.

However, the signal lights on the other side neither flashed nor moved, but were just lit up suddenly, which was completely incompatible with any signal rules agreed upon in advance.

Just as the lookout racked his brains to translate the signal content, the spots on the black canvas suddenly changed into two, two turned into four, and in the blink of an eye, it spread into a horizontal line.

Only then did everyone in the command post realize that it was not a lamp, it was fire.

And it is not the fire burned on the surface, but the fire burned on the trenches.

Immediately afterwards, a burning man jumped out of the "horizontal line" and rushed towards the river.

However, a series of red light burst out in the darkness, and the Union Musketeers shot deadly lead bullets from the high slopes and shot the "fireman" on the river beach.

But it is hard to say whether this behavior is cruel or gives the Fire Man a relief.

Because soon, several more fire men climbed out of the trench one after another and rushed towards the Shijian River.

They rushed into the river, but the river could not completely extinguish the fire on their bodies. The faint blue fire floated on the surface of the river and continued to burn.

The firemen screamed in pain, flooded by the dark river.

Mason watched all this, his heart was as if he was shattered.

Geisa Adonis broke his silence and uttered a word hatefully: "Alchemy fire!"

On the floating bridge, on the river bank, on the river bank... the heart-wrenching screams from the other side made everyone stop their movements. The soldiers looked at the fire that had spread into a wall on the island, and were at a loss.

"Keep working," Gaisa said coldly.

Mason was stunned, but he pursed his lips and repeated the Brigadier General's order, "Continue to work."

The messengers rushed out of the command post and woke the stunned people, "Continue to work!"

Soon, everyone came to their senses.

The engineer continued to carry the building materials onto the floating bridge, the artillery continued to load ammunition for the cannons, and the soldiers transporting the ferry waved their long whips again, driving the carriage, and with a harsh creaking sound, they drove towards the upstream attack position.

"Can your people stand it?" Geisa turned her head and asked Mason.

"It's our men, general," Mason corrected seriously, "and our warriors, never let us down."

Geisa nodded and said nothing.

The rapid footsteps sounded, and Tamas approached Mason.

"You want to go to the island?" Mason asked, "What should I do on the West Bank?"
Chapter completed!