C343 Austrian Army Charge!

Ah Lan would never be able to forget this scene in his life. When the telescope displayed the outline of the Shiqiao uplands, he was surprised to find that this group of Prussian soldiers was right now … Digging!

Yes, Ah Lan's eyes were not blurry, the military officers around him were not blurry, the lenses of her high grade military telescope were also unblurred, and on the Shiqiao uplands that was only nine meters above sea level, what was this?

Countless busy figures bent down as the Engineer's spade worked like a high-speed windmill. Every time they shoveled down, they would bring out a large amount of pitch-black soil, and looking at the soil that was thrown in the air, then looking at the other busy figures with their butts raised, Ah Lan felt that they were not humans, but a group of prairie marmots working crazily.

"Oh, God! Is the Prussian crazy? They occupied the highlands first and didn't rush to line up their firing formation. How could they have the leisure to dig? Are they going to hide in a rat hole to avoid our bullets? "

The more Ah Lan thought about it, the more she found it laughable. He carefully filtered all the manuals in the Military Academy's Church, and discovered that other than when they were in defensive battles in towns, there were no precedents for these types of battles.

At that time, more than 90% of the Military experts s were stubborn and adhered to traditional methods of fighting. All the military schools still taught them the combat discipline of the pre-equipped gun era.

Gunpowder and bullets were not one. If a soldier wanted to fire a firearm, he had to first load the gunpowder, then press the bullets, then add the projectiles, then press the bullets, only after two rounds could he shoot.

This wasn't the end. After shooting, he still had to clean up the chamber. If he didn't clean up and fired continuously, the probability of the gun exploding would increase exponentially.

In other words, a soldier who was strictly disciplined would have to use a handgun three times in order to fire it. It was in this way that soldiers could only choose to stand and wait in line to be shot.

You want to lie down and shoot? How are you going to load up your powder and shrapnel while you're lying down? How can you play with that long strip lying on the ground? That would be unrealistic.

In the countless movies Xiao Letian had watched in his previous life, Xiao Letian had seen more than one battle where people were lining up to shoot, especially during the period when Napoleon was the leader of Europe. Groups and groups of red-clothed soldiers lined up in a long battle formation, and under the command of the military drum, they walked towards the enemy together.

When the enemy forces were about a hundred or two hundred meters apart, the commander waved his sabre and shouted, "Shoot!" The soldiers on both sides started pulling the trigger without even aiming at the target.

The sound of gunfire was like muffled thunder, the bullets were like torrential rain, and the white smoke was rolling like clouds.

In this cruel war of life and death, there was no need to consider personal courage and military prowess. Everyone was betting their lives, while the commander was betting on the mental strength of his soldiers, just to see who would break down first.

Humans were after all human beings, although they were beasts, they were left behind after thousands of years of training in the social order. Few people could watch as their comrade's head was smashed into smithereens without any fear.

Maybe in the next second you'll be covered in the brains of your comrades around you, and in the next minute your own chest will be pierced by the bullets and you'll have to go to God early.

There was always a limit to how long both sides could persevere. When one side couldn't take the heavy casualties and the formation loosened up, or when deserters appeared, the classic lineup shooting battle would be coming to an end.

This kind of war situation had lasted for more than two hundred years. It was so long that everyone felt that this kind of war was a matter of course. The human mind was not so easily changed.

"Ridiculous, truly laughable. Truly a group of cowards from the East. They don't even have the courage to fight a fair and square battle. Are they trying to dig a trench?" Do you really think that you are guarding a town? "

"Abandoning the formation that the Infantry soldiers depend on to survive, using such a loose and disorderly shooting position, you still want to block our Austria Army? Don't forget that I have more soldiers than you do, even if I rush into the bayonet, I can still kill you all one by one … "

Viscount Ah Lan contemptuously put down her glasses, raised her pure white sheepskin Gloves and pointed towards the mud floating in the air and shouted, "Brave soldiers, the enemies are too cowardly to fight us anymore, they only know how to hide in the pit and shoot. These enemies are even weaker than women, they are not worth our time …"

"Pass on my orders, the entire army will charge and ruthlessly stab our military boot in their faces. Long live the king!" Long live the Austria! "

"Long live!" The soldiers under him cheered. Humans were just like this; beating a drowning dog was always a happy thing. The two battalions on the high ground had yet to form a formation, and the number of soldiers was much lower than the ones here.

Ah Lan's first group had a total of over 1200 people. When they charged forward, they saw that the entire ground was covered by a tide of people, and the shiny bayonets were pointed towards the sky as they rolled forward like a forest.

All the officers were cheering and cheering within the crowd of soldiers. All the soldiers were cheering and cheering, and it was precisely this kind of loud and hoarse roars that made everyone fall into an excited state of battle.

"Charge charge charge charge! Everyone, accelerate your charge!" "The enemy only has two battalions, only half our strength. They are no match for us …"

"Kill kill kill kill, don't let an enemy escape. cowards, you don't even dare to stand up to face our troops. As long as we charge once, we can send them to hell …"

"Long live the King! For the Austria... Charge! "

At this time, it was as if the entire plateau had experienced a slight earthquake, even Xiao Letian who was at the highest point felt the earth trembling, the scenery in the field of vision of the binoculars trembled.

"Good boy, the Europeans are really big. They were only able to cause such a big commotion with a concentrated charge of over a thousand people. Did they not cause an earthquake when the Japanese light foot team attacked with three thousand people? "As expected, the way he grew up eating beef was different from the way he grew up eating pickles …"

Xiao Letian's mouth curved into a smile, in his eyes, this group of people were like a group of hungry locusts, in front of them was a deep green, and behind the group of people, it was pitch black, and wherever the military boot passed, not a single blade of grass grew.

"Brothers!" This group of Austrian wanted to decide the victor in one go! "He's really treating us like men of honor …" As he said that, the evil smile on Xiao Letian's face suddenly disappeared, and was replaced with a gloomy and cold expression.

"The enemy will only attack when they are within 150 meters of the position. Teach them a lesson today. Let them know that the war is not what they have imagined …"

"Yes sir!" Xiao Hexin and Sima Yun raised their hands and saluted, following that they brought their subordinates,, to rush to the front line.

When he had just launched his charge, he had never doubted his orders and the fighting capabilities of his soldiers. However, as the wave of people approached the plateau, he felt a sense of unease in his heart.

"What's going on? We have already launched a charge, so why haven't we stopped our earthwork on the high ground? Are they blind, deaf? "

It was no wonder that Viscount Ah Lan was surprised. Even in front of such a large scale charge, the soldiers on the ground still did not put down their Engineer's spade. The long trench was still slowly but steadily growing.

"Damn it, are these Chinese people scheming something? "That won't happen, the inferior races will intentionally make things difficult for us. When those French Expeditionary Force s come back, won't we be talking about it? When the Chinese army is fighting, they will even use feces, women's meridian blood to fight. They will even incite monks and Taoists to curse the enemy …"

"Ha ha-ha, my guess is absolutely correct. This group of Chinese people must be hiding in the trenches to curse us. They must be hoping that the gods and buddhas they believe in will help them defeat their enemies … "Hahaha!"

While he was laughing maniacally, the tide of people charging from the south to the north had already reached a distance of 150 meters from the edge of the defense line. At this distance, both sides could clearly see what was going on.

Before Viscount Ah Lan could finish laughing, fiery red flames started to blossom from the graveyard like pits at the edge of the plateau. The two hundred plus godly archers guarding at the edge of the highlands finally received the order to fire, and the two hundred Spensers instantly pulled out a long fire rope from their positions and rained down like rain on their faces.

Spencer, the famous American Civil War gun, could load up to seven bullets at a time. In this era, it was already the fastest single soldier weapon, with two hundred divine archers focused on firing, as if the god of death had raised his scythe, with a wave of his hand, he was sent to hell at the frontmost level of Austrian Army.

"Ah …" What is this!? "How can there be such intense firepower …" Before the officer could finish, a bullet entered his throat and cut his windpipe.

"Dammit, this is impossible. How could there be such a dense rain of bullets without thousands of people firing at the same time …" But what about the enemies? Where are our enemies? " Countless soldiers looked at the grave-like craters in front of them in horror. They could not figure out how the rain of bullets had come about.

However, regardless of what they were thinking or thinking about, the charge had already reached a distance of a hundred meters away from Russia.

"Speed up, accelerate again …" "Charge through the danger zone …" While roaring, no one noticed that on the grass field in front of them, tens of fiery tongues were swiftly rushing towards them. After those tongues of flame drilled into the ground beneath their feet, they exploded and soared into the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Nuo Beier Explosive Company's newest version of the High Explosive Medicine was released amidst the charging crowd. The flames soared into the sky, and smoke and dust rose from all directions. Large chunks of soil, mixed with broken limbs and arms, were dropped down like rain.

"Spencer is done shooting, ready to change …" At the moment of the explosion, the sound of a bolt was heard in all the foxholes, the latest secret weapon in Prussia, and the voice of the famous German Mauser in the history of human firearms.

"Brothers, oh …" He was testing the spear … "Use all the firepower you have left to send them back home …" With a long roar from the base, two hundred Maoists opened fire at the same time. The sound of gunfire rang out in a continuous stream, and the rain of bullets shot into the smoke and dust of the explosion.