Chapter 674: Seventeen. Under the City (9)

There will always be new things invented in war. As long as the intelligent life is still killing, everyone will definitely think about a common issue: each other faster and more effectively. Even with the intervention of some behind-the-scenes forces, progress will still occur, and the direction of a more brutal killing will be slow and firm, and this speed will be greatly accelerated when subjected to certain stimuli.
In other words, more brutal and evil killing methods will appear on the battlefield. For an army that sticks to tradition and lacks sufficient means, it will be a disaster.
It's like the advance troops led by the crowns of Ostoria and St. Esteban.
After fierce negotiations with spouts, water cups, and fists, Albion finally got command of the Charlieman Expeditionary Vanguard Unit-only a portion, two grenadier battalions. As a price, Charlemagne was able to rent the small island of Helgoland, the North Sea-again only a part, about one-fifth. Then, Charlemagne’s bureaucrats began to use their unprecedented high efficiency for the first time since they took up their jobs, allocating all available means to combine the agreed troops with the latest "trench weapon" that ve company just shipped. It was delivered to the city of Riga. Although they were transporting weapons and personnel separately, and had not yet been able to deliver all weapons to the soldiers, this was also unprecedentedly efficient.
Count Andrashi Gyula was not happy with this "honor" and "care".
"We were just called back and forth by the two jackals and used them as cannon fodder to satisfy their ambitions!"
Fists fell heavily on the marching table, and pencils, erasers, and maps all jumped up.
After the curse is over. The 42-year-old Valiant fell down on his chair. He wore an embroidered gold coat with expensive gemstones on his shoulders, and a tiger skin cloak on his shoulders-this is the crown of Saint Eastman. Noble formal dress. Despite the wild, ancient warrior-like breath, the earl felt like a patient who was about to die.
Unlike the appearance of the martial arts, Count Andrashi has a rare politician talent and is a backbone member of the "Letter of Letters" led by the Earl of German Aker Frenz in the Habsburg court. Most of this organization is composed of conservatives and moderates. They advocate that through the court of Lundinium and Ursalia, with the help of foreign forces, the crown of Ostoria and St. Eastman should be split from Charlemagne. Go out and support Maria Teresia's son Franz Joseph as king. Union with Albion and Castile. Balancing Charlemagne's power and expansion, it is best to pull Ymir in. The dual pressure of secular and religious forces Charlemagne to accept this fait accompli.
On the surface alone, this plan is indeed very attractive. But like most plans. Before specific implementation. They all look beautiful. But the end result is often not the case.
It should have jumped into a trench against Charlemagne and Albion, and for their own benefit, they also used Ostoria and the crown as cannon fodder, preparing to "throw" on the battlefield... although the weak have no human rights. But is that too much? !
Probably to take care of the hurt of the "ally", the coalition forces did not hesitate to bear all the logistics of the advance troops. Although there was a little problem with transportation, and the soldiers had not mastered the skills of maintaining firearms, they still could not solve the number of rifles. Insufficient problems, but the coalition still tried their best to give them the best and latest equipment, but when they saw the "arms against the trenches", Count Andrashi and another commander John Joseph Wenzel? Count Radecki almost got a stroke.
In the opened crate, a long pile of things that looked like tubes was neatly placed.
Bangalore. v.e company's new toys for human engineers.
The method of use is very simple. Pick three brave and fearless human engineers, and pass through the deadly fire net composed of underground bombs, square nails, iron refusal horses, rifle riding, artillery fire coverage and sharpshooters under the cover of the robe. Trenches—It is best to reinforce the supporting point where the front commander is located, calculate the explosion time, set the length of the fuse, ignite, and then rush to the enemy stronghold with great fearlessness, and stuff the blasting cylinder into it. With a loud noise, the enemy's frontline headquarters was blown into the sky, and the cowardly long-haired hybrids must be in a state of chaos. At this time, the human soldiers screamed in the sky and broke through their positions...
It's all crazy.
The comments of the two counts are consistent. ve company sat nerdy in the office, the charlesman and general albian who commanded the war, the kings who led the country-the guy who came up with this weapon and decided to equip and use these things-they were all crazy .
Even if the bears only have ordinary bows and arrows and crossbows in their hands, they can still kill engineers who use this weapon like shooting rabbits. It's very simple, three targets connected in series, and you have to get close to the trench before you have a chance to use that kind of weapon. The bears have enough time and opportunities to do target training.
This is not a war, but let the soldiers die!
Soldiers are consumables. Just like rifles, artillery, and explosives, they can be continuously produced and consumed on the battlefield. But there is a limit to everything, and the same is true for consumption, especially for the crowns of Ostoria and St. Eastman. For the forces that have some planning after the war, enough soldiers are a precious resource to promote An important guarantee for the realization of those plans. It cannot be spent meaninglessly in a place where even the secondary battlefield is not counted.
However, the counts had to send their soldiers to hell.
"The entire human camp is watching you, everyone is praying for our fearless warriors."
This is a passage in the letter written by Pope Yan, which sounds like some kind of encouragement, but more like a warning, and this is what the two great powers mean.
Under the watch of the two most powerful human nations and spiritual leaders, what they can do is very limited.
Early the next morning, when the first rays of light emerged from the horizon, the two grenadier battalions were lined up, wearing white tops, blue breeches, and half boots. The soldiers in tall military caps lined up in several phalanxes, and the soldiers stared at General Radsky, who stood on the ammunition box to teach. Surrounded by a lot of Albian soldiers, he intends to see how this general solves their weapon problems.
"General, the soldiers are ready..."
Lieutenant Colonel Joseph Beam reported that with an obvious bitter expression on his face, his eyes filled with black circles showed anxiety-the staff, who was tortured by conscience and neurasthenia, suffered from insomnia again last night.
"...Only one-third of the soldiers have rifles, and the rest are only short spears and bayonets. How should we deal with this problem, general?"
The soldiers in the red shirt who understood the dialect of Ostoria raised their ears, as did the soldiers in white.
"How many bullets and gunpowder do the soldiers have?"
Asked Radeczky.
"Enough to play 10 rounds per person. General."
"Let them split half to soldiers without weapons."
"General?!"
The lieutenant colonel raised his tone. In response, the general's voice overshadowed him.
"Do what I said! Immediately! Immediately!"
Clenching his fists, allowing his heart to be pierced by daggers repeatedly swept through his body, and the corners of Radetzky's mouth overflowed with curses.
"We have no choice."
The lieutenant colonel closed his mouth and turned to execute the order. After about one red. Each soldier without weapons received 5 rounds of ammunition and a leather ammo box. General Radzki loudly revealed his solution.
"All soldiers who received bullets but no rifles heard clearly."
The general commanded loudly, and with the assistance of the technique of increasing the volume, every soldier could hear clearly.
"After the battle begins. You follow behind the soldier holding the rifle, one person shoots, and one follows. If the person with the gun is killed or injured and cannot move, you pick up the rifle and continue to fight until the breakthrough Longhair hybrid position!"
madman.
The Albian people shook their heads. What solution?
For General Radecki, this is the solution.
Under the mercy of the Albian people, a grenadier battalion entered the starting position, and the army officer stood in front of the team. The soldiers and officers knelt in front of the mother sacred statue and the holy scripture. Everyone was praying seriously and begging for gods forgiveness. Their sinful karma, bless them to victory.
When the ceremony was over, the commander of the military police with a copper hat replaced the position of the priest and shouted to the soldiers about to attack:
"Go forward! Soldiers! We will use our lives and blood to defend our sacred beliefs and our crown and motherland!"
The soldiers in white raised their rifles and short spears with hooks, "Long live the king!" The call shouted through the battlefield three times. At the same time, each officer and soldier gave a sip to the portraits of the kings of the Bourbon family in the heart, and scolded "let Go to hell!"
After encouraging morale, Major Gendarmerie continued to add:
"Go forward! Keep going! No backwards! The Holy Motherland does not need cowards."
"It seems that this is what he meant to express."
Putting down the dish antenna of the sound collecting device, Major Conig took off the headphones and looked at the male position with a telescope. The bears were also praying. The prayers on both sides were not much different. The only difference was the orthodox pastor There is a portrait of the tsar's little father.
The major suddenly felt a little funny. Both sides of the goddess were devout and prayed. If the goddess received both prayers at the same time, blessing humanity or orcs, this is a difficult choice.
"In fact, this is not a problem, major. The goddess only blesses Alfheim. Under the leadership of your Excellency, we will definitely be able to win the final victory."
The devout Lutheran Matthias answered confidently that his equally devout father had taught him three things since childhood: honesty, faith in the mother goddess and her agents in the world, hate humans and orcs; he is a good person The child has always followed the father's teachings and intends to teach these creeds to his children.
"I didn't ask you, if you want to change to become a chaplain, I will submit an application to the superior. Before that, sergeant, do your job well."
A blind-eyed Matthias put out his tongue, hurriedly put things away before the major got angry again, and then set up his anti-equipment rifle.
At the moment when the of the 12.7mm anti-equipment rifle was handed over the shoulder, Diao Erlang disappeared from the face of the first-level noncommissioned officer, and was replaced by a mechanical indifference.
Matthias feels that this is the least respect for those who were shot by him. He does not think it is a detached expression to treat others and his life and death with a game attitude. A sniper responsible for himself and others should not be like that. . Even if he is usually frivolous, he will automatically adjust to the state of full effort when he is in a life and death duel with his peers.
Conig nodded secretly, and the kid finally looked a little bit. The last time he asked him to go to the forest to ambush was indeed correct.
The Defense Force sniper watched the last showdown between the Principality and the Lapland sharpshooter. Relying on cheating artifacts such as vital sign detectors and high-decibel optical lenses, they recorded all the combat characteristics and methods of both sides. After analyzing and sorting it, add it to the teaching materials.
To be fair, the performance of the Lapland sharpshooter surprised some veterans like Connig, although the elves' experience and eyesight in the forest are even better, but if the two sides use the same level of weapons to fight, the same calm and calm in the face, Favored opponents in disguise, the elf snipers have no certainty of victory.
This is the same as hunting, no hunter dares to guarantee that he can return to full load~EbookFREE.me~ Sometimes the hunter will be injured by the prey, and even die.
To deal with potential threats, the best solution is to kill it in its infancy. The major thought that way, and so did. But whenever the shooting window appeared, the masked Laplander seemed to have some kind of super-sensation and immediately retracted. In the end, the major could only give up hunting and took his men out of the battlefield.
The major carefully searched for the prey that showed extraordinary sensation and luck under his gun that day. At that time, in order to avoid exposure, the major gave up the attack, but now there is the hustle and bustle of the battlefield to cover, he can let go of the attack. In order to ensure that the guy who was favored by the Goddess of Luck did not have any chance to survive, the major chose a large-caliber anti-equipment rifle. In addition to the conventional precision sniper bomb, the major also added a white phosphorus bomb. No matter how lucky the guy is, even if the major is out of order, he will never survive.
The major slowed his breath and put a protective ring on his right index finger to allow the cold metal to wash away sweat. The major and Matthias stopped all movements, like a stone clinging tightly to the ground.
At this moment, the prayers of both sides ended. The priests and the patriarchs faded out of sight. The officers held the whistle and took a deep breath. The whistle of the attack sounded, and more than a thousand grenadiers shouted. Long live!", rushed toward the public position without looking back. (To be continued...)