Chapter 670: Seventeen. Under the City (5)

"Duke, the Austrian army is not an army under our command."
"Yes, Duke, I know."
The domains of the crowns of Astoria and St. Eastman are the territory of the Habsburg family, but they are not nominally independent nations, but they are the territory of Charlemagne. During the war, their army must obey Charlemagne’s command.
In this regard, all countries including the Pope and Castilian cousins ​​of Ostoria have defaulted.
"Duke, we all know that the command of the Allied Coalition Forces is with Charlemagne. We can use the "Marine Corps" as a reason to avoid the blind command of Charlemagne's frog, but Ostoria cannot."
"Yes, Duke, I know."
Command of the land forces.
The Duke of Wellington recalled the unpleasant vocabulary. According to the agreements of various countries, the coalition army commander was provided by the country with the most contributions. Originally, Albion had the opportunity to compete for this title, but they have already won the title of Naval Commander, and one more Army Commander from Albion... Not only the proud Charlieman will be seriously uncomfortable with this, it has been right The growth of the Church of Albion will also strongly oppose the growth of the Pope, who has reported distrust, and other countries will also be disturbed by Albion's single-handed command of the coalition forces.
For the integrity of the coalition, and more importantly, to prevent himself from falling into serious isolation, Albion must accept a coalition army commander who meets political needs.
One... Prince Charlemagne.
Crown Prince Louis Dieudone de Bourbon, a little talented. Tian Huanggui, who was born out of time, was the army commander of the coalition.
This candidate was not proposed by Albion, but the result of the communication and coordination between the pope and other countries, and the reasons given are justified.
Ceres and Castilla were limited by national power, and only sent two symbolic companies. So it is obvious that it is impossible to appoint a lieutenant to serve as the commander of the coalition army; Lapland is a long-term aided country of the countries. It seems a bit wrong to let a general from a country that accepts charity serve as the sponsor’s commander. Albion is already a naval commander, so the army commander has no chance with them; the last and most important point. Albion sent camps like the Duke of Marlborough and Duke of Wellington to serve as commanders of the front line. If the status of the army commander is lower than these two, it may affect the command system. A person with a sufficiently noble identity must balance the two dukes.
Therefore, the coalition army commander can only be Prince Charlemagne.
Although younger. Military literacy and experience are far less than the two dukes. But Crown Prince Wang was also a general who had practiced on the northern front. Being more familiar with the combat environment, even if you cannot win, you can still bring the army back intact. Serious disagreement is really going to happen. Crown Prince's identity can also restrain the Duke.
The Duke of Wellington did not like this arrangement at all. First of all, it was a secret stumbling block; then, he felt that it was an insult to accept the command of a Prince Charlemagne, or to sit on par with him.
Let a crown prince of a defeated country that has never won the upper hand in centuries of pinch and has often relied on dwarves and foreigners to save the crisis to the victor, the glorious Albian army, it is to the great Albi Ang, Her Majesty the Queen, all nobles and even the Duke's personal insults.
At least the Duke himself thought it was a serious insult, an offense, a blasphemy, and he didn't hide his feelings about it at all.
"His Royal Highness gave the impression of being an uncultivated evil boy. Of course it has nothing to do with us. If he is my son, I will beat him from morning to night every day. Leather whip and magic wand, every day Stop'popping'."
"'Pappa'?"
"'Papapapah' means'Papapapa'."
"Okay, you have the final say. But now you have to grab the command of the vanguard from the evil master."
The Duke of Marlborough sighed and asked:
"Do you know what this means?"
The Duke of Wellington was silent, staring at each other with a pair of eyes. Regardless of tone or expression, Duke Marlborough did not show emotions other than peace, as if he was really just asking a question, not a warning.
In fact, he didn’t need to do this. Everyone knew that it meant that Albion had to make some concessions, or even major concessions, in order for Charlemagne to give the command of the striker to Albion. This is normal. Whether it is the "evil young" Crown Prince, or the traitorous cardinal, they are not fools, nor are they good people who want to make concessions? Yes, but you must give them a price tag that will make them tempted. But for Albion, even if he doesn't care about face problems, Charlemagne's offer is likely to exceed the affordable bottom line.
"But we must do this, or we will implement general mobilization! End this war immediately!"
Wellington waved his fists into the air and roared loudly, and the anger that had been accumulating recently vented with the roar.
"I was promoted to 30 non-commissioned officers and 16 lieutenants yesterday to replace the chiefs who were killed! Then I signed a 150-person execution order, all of them deserters, defeatists, and self-mutilation to escape the battlefield. Coward! This is only one day's worth. Then count the dead officers, sergeants, and heralds, and then look at the group of demoralized donkey dung eggs, cowards who refuse to fight long-haired hybrids... we must do When it comes to this matter, otherwise, the general mobilization will be carried out, and every inch of the fortress will be submerged with cannonballs!
Wellington's emotions are a bit out of control, but it is not for the purpose of not taking revenge for his youngest uncle. If it wasn't for Parkinson's death to be timely enough, the Duke would probably strangle himself with this reputationless fool.
The Duke of Marlborough knew the reason, and his mood also became worse.
Everything started with the organized shooting of Albion officers by the bears on the opposite side.
When the Kaliningrad port was restored and Albion’s army of revenge continued to land in Riga, the Principality quickly felt the pressure. Despite the strong defense system of the Riga fortress. But in front of the crazy artillery fire, the fortress also became precarious.
The Albians did not cover the line of defense with artillery fire, but submerged the line of defense with shells. In addition to more field small artillery, Congreve rockets and naval guns for floating battleships, 32-pound artillery was arranged at the cost of blood It bombarded the same type of artillery on the fortress, and even removed the heavy mortar artillery that was still in the test state. It was used specifically to bombard the trench.
The shelling continued for a whole day, and it stopped until dusk. Under the illumination of the lighting technique, a flintlock regiment began to attack the fortress.
At first, everything went well. Accompanied by "Grenadier March". The infantry phalanx advanced carefully. The mines, spikes, and iron refuges have all been cleared by the artillery fire, and the bears crouching in the trenches seem to have already finished, without any counterattack. As they moved closer and closer to a trench, their mood slowly relaxed. And tragedy came at this time.
When the queue approached only 70 meters from the first trench. The sharp whistle broke the silence. The cylinder caps of the new army of countless principalities rose from the trenches, and there were also a lot of dazzling blue hats.
incredible.
This is the unanimous feeling of the Albion soldiers, they can't believe that the bears can survive the violent shelling. Before they could further think about what to do, the vigorous shooting started.
The red military uniform is particularly conspicuous under the lighting technique, and the distance between the two sides is only 70 meters, plus the dense formation of the other side. There is almost no need to aim. As long as the gun is not directed towards the sky, the male soldiers will definitely hit a certain target, but the Albion is difficult to hit the opponents in the trenches. The bears can be protected as long as they bow their heads. The Red Shirts were exposed to the fire net unpreparedly.
It's really unfair.
The Albion soldiers complained and continued to charge forward, but soon the soldiers found that no one had given them instructions.
This is incredible. There are at least a hundred or more talented officers, sergeants, and heraldsmen who command or convey orders in an infantry regiment. But at the moment these guys have evaporated from the world?
Before the soldiers got out of confusion, the public position suddenly jumped out of a guy like an officer. He saw his pistol held high and roared: "For the motherland Ross! Advance!" The whole position immediately boiled, tsunami-like "Ula" sound In the middle, the bears charged.
There is no suspense in the next battle. No matter the number or physical strength, human soldiers are not as good as the Principality soldiers who have just taken the medicine, even the bayonet-the Albion army is equipped with the same sleeve-type single as the Charlieman army. The blade bayonet, while the male is a four-sided military thorn with a cross-shaped tip. The former can always think of suture wounds as long as it doesn't hurt, but the wounds caused by the latter are difficult to suture. Even if a hole is pierced in the arm or thigh, the other party can bleed to death. In addition, in order to prevent rust, the manufacturer added arsenic to the military thorns during the processing, which further increased the mortality rate of the victims...
In less than half an hour, most of the infantry were lying on the ground. In retaliation, the Albion artillery began to shell again, but because the cunning bear had already retracted into the trench, except for the individual who was patronizing the scalp, Basically did not cause damage worth mentioning to the other party.
Afterwards, the two Dukes organized an investigation to try to punish officers and soldiers who were ineffective in combating war. But they searched all the wounded soldiers, and did not find a guy who could be called an officer. The soldiers claimed that in the final stage of the battle, the troops were in a state of no command at all, so they were dominated by the number and momentum. overwhelming. But at that time, he did not attract the attention of the Duke, and after the execution of the soldiers who had evacuated without authorization, he organized two more large-scale offensives. The result was the same fiasco, and almost no officers returned to the position each time. It was only then that the two Dukes discovered that something was wrong, and sent someone to the body back from the battlefield for inspection, and only then found out what was going on.
"All officers, noncommissioned officers, and heralds are shot in the head or chest, with few exceptions."
The Duke of Wellington shook his head and said in an incredible tone:
"The first time I heard about this kind of thing, the orc army planned to kill our officers, so that some troops lost their command as soon as they entered the battlefield, and broke off contact with the rear, and the battlefield commander could not control the troops."
Duke Marlborough sighed, this was not the first time. In the past, when the musket had not been invented, the Principality often organized excellent shooters, specifically responsible for killing enemy commanders, and then the cavalry took advantage of the chaos to tear the opponent into pieces.
"They are different from us, they never care about fighting morality and knighthood."
"That group of guys was not a knight, but a group of beasts, a group of criminals!"
Wellington's emotions are out of control again, and anyone can understand them. The Duke has never lost so many outstanding officers in a few days of battle—hundreds or more. Even if Lord Duke has always ignored the lives of soldiers, it is impossible to accept noble officers as consumables. and. Considering that this tactic is clearly targeted. Then it means that the Duke's head will be the most preferred target of the orc sharpshooter, and there is no one.
He really has reason to be angry about this.
"We also tried to make the magician sergeant open a "barrier" in front of the queue to provide cover for the troops, but the result was not satisfactory. Just a group of fronts requires dozens of triangle-level magician sergeants. Or a dozen four sides The rank is at the forefront. Not only to guard against the magical attacks of artillery shells and enemy priests, but also to watch out for the special bullets of the opponent’s sharpshooter! That group of godly bastards. Actually use the "cracked" Tianjing to make bullets!"
The Duke of Wellington actually wronged the orc snipers. You know that the Principality has indeed obtained a batch of special bullets, but the trajectory of those special bullets is quite unstable. It can't be used to attack the target in the sport. Those magician and non-commissioned officers are all the results of the defense hunters.
The truth is only known to very few people. The Duke is not there. He does not care about the truth. What he needs is reinforcement.
At least 20,000 soldiers and thousands of cannons.
"If it is lower than this number, then we can only watch the proud cut off the supply of the fortress, and then take all the credit."
"Not like that."
Duke Marlborough's face was serious, and the calmness had disappeared.
"Victory and honor belong only to Albion, and no one wants to steal it from us."
After a pause, he emphasized again.
"Don't even think about it."
"Then the command of the forward forces..."
"We will try our best to fight for it, but before that, we should try some new combat methods."
"what do you mean……"
The Duke of Marlborough was preparing to explain carefully, the voice of the Duke's adjutant suddenly came from outside the tent.
"Report! Your Duke, they are here."
"Exactly, it's better to go and see it than to say it."
Tugging at the hem of the military uniform, Duke Marlborough's tight face finally showed a smile.
The first time I saw the group of people, the Duke of Wellington thought he was being tricked, and no one would associate the group of people with the soldiers in front of him. The soldiers should be a group of people wearing bright military uniforms and neat actions, and although the group of guys wearing military uniforms in front of them, they did not buckle the style, wearing a white cape, carrying snowboards, holding rifles and ski poles in their hands Seven or eight stand in a row.
Where is this like an army! It is clearly the hunter in the mountains!
Wellington clenched his fists at once, and soon loosened again.
He is not an Albian soldier, but a Lapland soldier. Everyone knows that Lapland is a poor and slag-ridden country, and he can't count on this group of countrymen who are posing as rustic and have done as well as Albian soldiers.
"Welcome to Riga, Lieutenant Haye."
The Duke of Marlborough nodded at the leader's man, dressed in the Lapland military uniform, and the masked man owed to him, and he agreed.
"Excessive words~EbookFREE.me~ I won't say much, I hope Lapland's "White Grim Reaper" can act quickly and kill a path for the victory of the human camp. And before that--"
Following the Duke's eyes, the lieutenant stepped forward and handed the lieutenant a leaflet with the familiar Principality text on it, and also kindly translated the human country text.
The sniper hero of the new army of the Principality, Sergeant Vasily Zaitsev from the Ural Mountains, today killed 4 officers and 5 non-commissioned officers.
It may be for illiterate people to understand the content. There are pictures below the text. Military caps circled with squares are marked with a big red cross. The number is the same as the text description.
"Recently long-haired hybrids are promoting this sharpshooter, Lieutenant Simon Haye, he is your prey."
"I see, Duke."
The corner of the mask man's mouth bent, and his blue eyes reflected the cold light.
"I will make some preparations to let the young shepherd come to me by myself." (To be continued...)