Chapter 82: Humor on the battlefield

Without death, Mahherd obviously ignored the fact that the Tuscan army was ineffective, and the Austrian army was suppressed at the beginning of the battle.
"Give me offense!"
"Asshole, get up and attack me!"
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Maherd scolded angrily, the young officers were very brave, but the soldiers were very Italian.
The slogan screamed, the enemy's shadow had not yet been seen, and they all lay on the ground pretending to be dead, which had to be annoying.
There is no doubt that the soldiers at the bottom did not want to fight against Austria. Before the outbreak of the anti-French war, Tuscany was still a member of the Holy Roman Empire, and their ancestors loyal to the Habsburgs.
Even now, Austria still has a strong influence in Tuscany. These influences can not be eliminated in a short time. Soldiers have complicated feelings about Austria.
This is a tragic issue. The anti-Olympic movement in Italy was initiated only by the bourgeoisie for its own benefit.
Even if the people are fooled, there is no pain in their skin. It is okay to shout slogans and let them die.
The only people who really want to defeat Austria are the capitalists, intellectuals, and nationalists.
The unpleasant words have been split for thousands of years, and everyone is used to this kind of life.
Otherwise, in 1848, it would not have been so easy for Austria to defeat the Allied Powers of Italy and to rule Venice and Lombardy again.
"General, we have been attacked by the main force of the Austrian army. Let's ask our allies for help!" A young officer suggested
Not everyone's head is unconscious, even if the head has been flooded for a while, after the battle just now, everyone knows that they are calm.
The Tuscany expeditionary force is not qualified from top to bottom. The high-level commanders will only talk on paper. The grass-roots officers are all middle-secondary teenagers. It is okay to be a daredevil, and the commanding force is fine!
"Well, send someone to Marshal Bardolio for help immediately and order the troops to prepare for a strategic transfer!" Maherde made a quick decision
The eldest husband can bend and stretch, can't he bother to hide? This is also an Italian tradition. If you can't run, you can run, if you can't run, you surrender.
I don't know whether it started from a few hundred years ago or a thousand or hundreds of years ago, the Italians' combat effectiveness became unreliable.
In the European continent where mercenaries are prevalent, Italian mercenaries are known to have the worst combat effectiveness, and are inversely proportional to neighboring Switzerland.
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While the Tuscan army was wounded, the other side, General Messer, who was in charge of attacking Trento, was also in trouble.
Of course, they are the ones who take the initiative to attack, and their strength is several times that of the garrison, so there is no danger of being destroyed, but it is impossible to capture Trento.
"General, the enemy's firepower is too fierce, the Second Division suffered too many casualties, and Major Will asked for support!" Said the attendant seriously.
With a bang, Lieutenant General Messer's drinking glass had flew out.
"Rice buckets, the battle has just begun and they have suffered heavy losses. Have they encountered the Austrian main force?"
No one answered this question, but it is certain that the main force of the Austrian army cannot be opposite, otherwise the offensive and defensive trend will be reversed.
"General Mercer, it's better to suspend the attack first and wait for the heavy artillery troops to arrive before we launch the attack!" Major General Manstu suggested
In the end, he was still reluctant to consume the precious troops in his hand. Messer said helplessly: "Well, slow down the offensive and wait for the heavy artillery to arrive tomorrow before launching a full-scale attack!"
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No reinforcements were sought, but a command to suspend the attack was obtained. Major General relieved and lost nearly a regiment's strength in the morning. Such casualties could not withstand the second division.
Looking at the soldiers constantly falling on the charge, Major Will was very distressed and reluctantly ordered: "Order the troops to retreat!"
The retreating horn sounded, and a strange scene on the battlefield occurred, one by one, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Sardinia falling on the assault road, actually cheating.
Major General Will, who was still heartbroken, was furious. If he didn't know what happened, he wouldn't deserve to be a division leader.
"Asshole, these clutter, I'm sending them to military court!" Major Will growled.
Major General Will was not angry, thinking about the heavy loss report that he had just submitted to the command, and then looking at the soldiers who were savage and dead, this face came too soon.
After checking the number of casualties, Major Will's heart was bleeding, not because the loss was too large, but rather the loss was too small.
I attacked for a morning, lost more than twenty, and injured more than seventy. Can this also be a heavy loss? He is a division army, not a battalion!
There were not many casualties, but the loss of weapons and equipment was not small.
When they ran back, the Austrian army did not forget to shoot the gun behind, and many soldiers returned empty-handed for safety.
According to preliminary statistics, in the morning, the second division lost more than 1,300 rifles. If it was not for the law, Major General Will would like to give this group of to Tutu.
The result? Well, probably the enemy's weapons and ammunition were consumed. Did not enter the enemy's position within 100 meters, there is a hairy result?
"General, these soldiers are mostly recruited from the Lombardy area, all are cowards, and it will certainly not be the case if we change to our veterans in the afternoon!" An officer reminded
Major General Will nodded helplessly. He can only look forward to other soldiers and be brave. If everyone learns the cowards in the morning, this battle will not have to be fought.
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Not only were they depressed, the Austrian defenders on the opposite side were even more depressed.
Lieutenant Colonel Griggi, who was in charge of defending the first line of defense, was very happy watching the enemies who fell to the ground one after another. He thought that his soldiers had become sharpshooters.
Unexpectedly, only at noon, the result changed. The enemies who died of the war lied to the corpse again, making him look so angry.
It's a little bit worse. The documents for merit and requisition are all ready. Fortunately, they haven't been submitted. Otherwise, it would be enough for him to lie about reporting the merit of war.
Lieutenant Colonel Griggie really couldn't understand the enemy's behavior, and could only guess secretly: "Does the enemy want to consume our ammunition? But this commander is too funny, Trento does not lack weapons and ammunition!"
"Head, is there any conspiracy of the enemy? Could it be that they want to seduce us out, and then they take the opportunity to kill us and seize our position?" A young military officer opened his brain.
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