Chapter 93: Battle of Trento-Counterattack

A round of blue moon was inlaid on the black screen-like night sky, the bright moonlight poured over the world, and the black world was coated with a layer of silver veil.
"Hoo, ho, ..."
"got windy!"
The commando had good luck and caught up with such a good day on the first day.
Griggi is not a military mistress. To plan a night attack, naturally, many factors must be considered. Weather is the most important one.
The Venice area is a typical Mediterranean climate. In summer, it is controlled by the subtropical high pressure zone. The water temperature in the Mediterranean is lower than the land, so high pressure is formed, which increases the influence of the subtropical high pressure zone.
In winter, the water temperature in the Mediterranean is relatively high, forming a low pressure, attracting westerly winds, and greatly strengthening the power of westerly winds.
Of course, these professional rhetoric were not known to Lieutenant Colonel Griggi, but he has been stationed in the Venice area for a long time. He knows that Trento is dry, rainy and windy this season.
The dark black moon kills the night, and all the conditions are met tonight. Night and wind can just cover the commando's actions.
"Go!" Griggie ordered decisively.
With an order, the daredevil team left the barracks quietly, and if anyone noticed, they would find that they were walking quietly.
A close observation will reveal that all members of the death squad are dressed in black, with their cuffs with rope, and even their boots are wrapped in cloth.
Anyone with a bit of military knowledge knows that this is a professional night attack.
"Why, worried?" Ham whispered.
"Aren't you? The battle tonight was a bet on our future, and the general's road was smooth and unsuccessful, and we retired early to return home!" Griggie said in a deep voice.
"You're worried about these guys. If it's just a personal future, it's the two of us who are unlucky. You also have the skills to defend the city. Marshal Radkis can't bear to let you go home." Hank pretended to relax. Say
Victory or defeat on the battlefield is a routine thing for soldiers. No one can guarantee a constant victory and undefeated. As long as the war fails because of personal factors, it can usually be forgiven.
Although Greggie is not a famous general, he has no natural talent. However, through previous battles, he has proven to be an excellent middle commander.
Marshal Radkis was regarded as a of war by the Austrian army. It was not only his military commanding ability, but also that he was notarized and fair in his dealings with others, and he liked to promote capable juniors. This was praised by officers and men. .
Since the night raid was approved by him, as long as there is no problem with its execution, then there is no need to worry about being pushed out to carry the blame.
This is why the three Grigids dared to launch this night raid. There is a boss who has the responsibility and will not grab the credit of subordinates. Of course, they must work hard to fight.
"Nonsense, can you two not worry about it? These guys were brought out by us. If we fall here, how can we explain to their family when we go back?" Griggie frowned.
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Time passed minute by minute, and there was only a roaring wind in the silent night, and it was mixed with rolled leaves, and Griggi suddenly felt that the wind was so cute, like a gift from God.
"It's almost time, no accidents seem to occur!"
When he said that, the sweat on Griggie's forehead had flowed, and only he knew how much pressure he had just taken.
The two also looked at the watch on their hands and showed a relaxed smile. As long as they were not discovered by the enemy in advance, the night raid was half successful.
"Come down, order the troops to get up and eat immediately, and launch an attack an hour later!" Griggie said seriously.
"Let everyone pay attention and give me a little bit of movement!" Hank added restlessly.
Although there are a few miles away from the enemy's camp, the general movement can't alarm the other side, they still decided to be careful.
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A flare fired, the horn of attack blew, guns roared, and the Sardinian army was still awake in their sleep, and the battle had already begun.
General Messer, who was disturbed by his dream, asked angrily: "What happened outside?"
"General, the enemy has launched an attack!" The outside guard answered nervously.
Hearing this news, General Mercer was completely sleepless, and quickly got up, put on his military uniform at a rapid speed, and rushed to the headquarters.
At this time, the aftereffects of the blind expansion of the Sardinian army appeared, and a large number of recruits turned into headless flies in the night, scurrying around.
Chaos is contagious and soon spreads throughout the army. I saw bullets flying in the dark, but I didn't see where the enemy came from. This kind of pressure was not able to withstand these recruits.
I don't know where the stray bullets hit a soldier. The soldiers around them pulled the trigger habitually and fired in the direction they thought they were enemies.
General Massey quickly made arrangements. Major General Will, who had just left the house after receiving the order, became the first unlucky guy. I didn't know where a stray bullet came from, hitting his chest.
Looking at Major General Will to the ground, everyone felt a cold heart, involuntarily retreated to the headquarters, a terrible word emerged in their minds-"Ying Xiao!"
General Mercer hesitated for a moment, immediately pulled out his gun and fired a warning, and ordered in a stern tone: "I don't believe the enemy has come in. Their strength is so small. There must be few attackers .
Everyone gave me back to command the troops. In the future, the offending enemy will destroy me. Whoever dares to be a deserter, I will kill him now! "
In the face of cruel reality, a group of officers stepped out of command. General Mercer's judgement was good, and there were not many enemies who came to attack.
However, that was just the time when the sneak attack was launched. When he set up the task, the Austrian army had already come out at this time.
A few miles away, it won't take long. Before they returned to the army, the decisive battle had already begun.
"kill!"
"Kill, kill!"
"Kill kill kill ..."
The Sardinian barracks have sunk in the sea of ​​killings, both from the offensive of the Austrian army and from internal cannibalism.
The night covered all of this. At this time, many people thought of thirty-six battlefield lives. A Sardinian soldier turned off an oil lamp nearby, and soon more soldiers followed suit.
It turns out that this is really effective. Turn off the lights and make a trip to the ground. As long as luck is not too bad, you will not be hit.
Well, they are safe in the dark, and the officers looking for troops have a headache, a dark one, who knows where his soldiers are?
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