Chapter 675: Seventeen. Under the City (10)

Unlike the steel phalanx that the Red Shirts will never waver from in the face of gunfire, the grenadiers of the advance troops charged in a loose formation.
The Albian people shook their heads at this: without a unified pace, everyone moved at their own pace, and the speed and spacing were widened. It looked like a group of untrained farmers, not regular soldiers.
"They can't break through the trench."
Duke Wellington sighed, as if in pity, Duke Duke of Marlborough nodded and raised his telescope again to look at the battlefield.
Thousands of people shouted "Long live" to launch a decisive charge, but no one thinks that such a sloppy, unsustainable charge can break through the public's solid defense system, and the enemy's ammunition is the only thing they can do. To the thing.
This is a tragedy, but the brave white soldiers have no choice.
In fact, they have also been trained in a queue, and they can also move forward in a neat square line like the Albion or Charlemagne forces, and carry out a fierce volley for 100 years, but only if there is sufficient guns and ammunition. At the moment most people’s rifles are still dusty in the warehouse at the far back. Nearly two-thirds of them can only hold the characteristic weapons of Austria-short spears with hooks that can support the musket like a fork stick. Plus 5 rounds of ammunition. In this case, it is meaningless to continue to insist on a solid square matrix such as a "mass". It is better to let the soldiers be freed from the solid square team, and use the speed and the flesh to close the distance from the first trench , To provide opportunities for brothers who throw hammers and blasters using blasters.
This is the result of the final discussions between the two commanders of the advance troops. In their view, it is meaningless to insist on a dense formation without firepower, and it will only waste the lives of soldiers. Rather than make soldiers meaningless "jade broken", it is better to widen the distance between the soldiers and force the public to disperse the firepower. Once the high hit rate of the dense formation is allocated to the scattered soldiers, the hit rate will definitely decline as long as the soldiers They can stick to the distance where they can throw bombs, and they have a chance.
In fact, the two counts had another layer of thought: even that battalion could break through the defense line. There will not be too many soldiers who can live into the trench. It will soon be wiped out by the public. But the soldiers of Ostoria and the crown have fully demonstrated their extraordinary courage and combat effectiveness-they even do better than a team like Albion. This alone is enough to prompt Albion to reconsider the advance The attitude of the troops reassessed the value of the crowns of Osttoria and St. Eastman, and they no longer regarded them as a handful of cannon fodder that could be sacrificed at any time. But as a valuable potential ally. Even if this is not possible for a while. The tragic sacrifice of a grenadier battalion was enough to block everyone's mouth. As much as possible, avoid valuable soldiers from being wasted meaninglessly.
Regardless of political calculations, the counts' predictions are still very accurate. The dense formation of the Red Shirts did improve the hit rate of the male rifleman invisibly, and faced the scattered infantry. The Bears' hit rate has dropped significantly. Although someone was shot and fell from time to time, the loss was not high, and the white soldiers were speeding up towards the trench.
The unexpected surprise made the public a little dazed, but soon they used efficiency to make up for the short oversight.
On the two-wing artillery positions, 6-pound artillery began to roar. This small gun is specially used to deal with infantry clusters. Under the experience of experienced gunners, it can shoot 3 to 4 times per minute, and can shoot 85 1.5 ounces or 41 3.25 ounces of projectiles every time. A blank area can be created in the white wall. Under the bombardment, the flow of white people slows down. Under the whip and scolding of the new army officers, the rifleman’s hit rate also began to rise significantly, reaching a rare 12%, despite the theoretical best score with the human camp-15% of Albion, Charlie Mantitan There is still a gap of 20% in the Sri Lankan troops, but the actual combat hit rate of the new army of the Principality is enough to prove that they really do not bear the name of "elite".
The grenadiers are still struggling to advance, with the dense barrage, charging at the fastest speed, as if the artillery fire and volley gun volley can not be stopped, they did not slow down until the gods of the gods started to show power.
"Damn it! That herd of animals!"
Lieutenant Petofi Sandor took off his military cap at the fastest speed and threw it away, then rolled on the spot. The lieutenant, who was covered in mud and looked no different from ordinary soldiers, quickly stood up and straddled Passing the body of Lieutenant Commander Falkas, grabbed a short spear and continued to charge. At the moment when he saw the captain and a herald being beaten at the same time, the second lieutenant immediately thought of the "hybrid of a specialized hunting officer" that the Albion had mentioned to them. The witty second lieutenant put it down in less than a second In order to be reserved and romantic, disguise himself and follow the soldiers' charge.
I have to say that the young officer who studied literature and poetry at the university was very active and thought of the correct way in the shortest time. However, for this hunt, this little cleverness will not produce much. influences.
To change the situation, something more practical and powerful is needed.
"Blasting Team!"
A bullet wiped Lieutenant Petofi's cheek, not paying attention to the hot sting on his cheek. He pointed his short spear at a fortification reinforced with sandbags and shouted:
"Blow it up!"
The three soldiers quickly flashed out of the queue, their bodies buried very low, and one of them took a tube-shaped object and, under the cover of his companions and artillery fire, rushed towards the fortification along the crater.
"Stop them!"
The captain squatting in the fort and saw the scene with a telescope yelled, no matter what stuff those guys were holding, it would definitely not be a good thing, not to mention that the white soldiers were approaching towards this frontier observation.
In a burst, at least hundreds of rifles opened fire on the three engineers, twitching in the rain of bullets, and the three warriors arrived.
Almost immediately, another blasting team succeeded them and continued the unfinished business of the robe along the same route. But in front of the deadly fire net, they also failed to complete the task.
The third group immediately followed, and they chose the same route, and the results were no different.
Then came the fourth group...
There were already five blasting teams who threw hatred against the street, but their death was not meaningless. Due to the efforts of the blasting team, the male firepower had a problem, and the grenadiers were approaching the distance that they could throw a hammer.
Several bombers ignited the fuse, picked up the ball filled with explosives, and the chain and iron ball began to accelerate. Seeing that it will reach the speed required for throwing-
Ping!
The bullet got into the bomber's head. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a corpse, and the out-of-control bomb flew out, but in the direction of the rear of the bomber, in a frightened scream. Several unlucky grenadiers were bombed into the sky.
"Ula!"
The bears raised their guns and cheered. The officers also smiled. But soon, their smiles solidified.
The sixth blasting group grabbed this short gap and rushed up, and the tube in his hand was also "chirping" with blue smoke and Mars.
That is a bomb! !
"Stop them. Hurry!!!"
Looking at the ugly face of the other party's approaching, the captain's voice changed, and dozens of rifles fired together. The leading man shook his body, and several bright red flowers sprang up from the military uniform. But the soldiers had no time to replenish a few shots, and the madman and his companions rushed to the observation post at an abnormal speed.
It may be that this group of people took a pill before leaving, or it might be the strange power of the scene of the fire. The captain could not determine which one was the cause. The three lunatics had approached a distance of only a few meters from him-
"Go to hell, long-haired bastard!"
The blood-stained human shouted, and the next moment his expression changed from anger to confusion, looking down at the burnt fuse on the tube.
"Ah? I seem to have miscalculated the length of the fuse?"
The explosion just happened.
"Unbelievable, hairless monkeys dare to use this weapon."
Putting down the telescope, Colonel Samsonov shook his head silently. The huge explosion did not damage the observatory itself, only toppled several sandbags and blackened the command post. The personnel inside might have been injured. However, it does not affect the use of the observatory.
The problem is that this undoubtedly suicidal tactic will bring serious psychological pressure to soldiers. Even if not every position will be attacked, but when more enemy troops with tubular bombs appear in front of them, the soldiers will feel nervous, morale will be affected, shooting accuracy will decline, and command will also appear. disorder.
Perhaps this is not the purpose of human use of this tactic, but this unintentional effect will create opportunities for them.
Can't give them a chance, there is no inch of land under Riga city that can be lost!
Colonel Samsonov clenched his teeth, secretly swearing, and at this moment, the herald ran to him.
"Colonel."
The herald soldier briefly saluted, and Yu Guang glanced at the black priest standing behind Samsonov, breathlessly reporting:
"General Brusilov ordered the'Special Commando' to counterattack the enemy."
Almost at the same time, Colonel Samsonov and the other officers present set his sights on the black-clad priest, the infamous leader of the infamous "Black Hundred Regiments" and the high priest Vassili Vitaliya Vicky Shulikin.
The officers groaned at the cold smile on the high priest's face.
(Is Lord General crazy?)
They are all soldiers~EbookFREE.me~ It is clear that the essence of war is cruelty, but the traditional soldiers are really difficult for the Black Hundred Regiment and their latest developments such as "Key of Paradise" and "Special Commando". accept.
As a father of five children, Samsonov was particularly unbearable.
He did not want to give the priests the opportunity to experiment with their tactics, but humans and General Brusilov did not give him the opportunity to choose. With a sigh, the Colonel nodded toward Shurijin who was eager to try. The black priest stooped down to salute, and ran away like a gust of wind, leaving a room full of officers with frowning faces.
"Ventilate."
Perhaps because of the dull atmosphere, Samsonov stepped out of the command bunker, and the officers followed. As soon as he walked out of the bunker, a smoky smoke and smell came, and a roar of guns and soldiers shouted in the wind.
Suddenly, a cry of children was added to the concerto, and Samsonov could not help shrinking his neck.
Wrapped in the child's crying wind, blowing cold on his face. (To be continued...)