Shortly after the sun rose the next day, the Austrian army appeared on the plain where the morning mist had just dissipated. First, Lieutenant Colonel Neville's eyes appeared one military flag after another, and then a whole row of soldiers. These soldiers lined up in neat rows, appearing in Neville's vision one after another, and new queues continued to appear behind them, as if they would not finish until the end of the world.

Neville put down the telescope and felt a little dry and bitter in his mouth. He touched his pocket, where there was a pill that could help him pluck his courage. He wanted to take it out and swallow it, but he turned around and looked at Robson who was watching the battle next to him, and saw that he was holding his arms in front of his chest and staring at the Austrian army in the distance indifferently, as if he didn't feel anything. So he took his hand away from his pocket - it's still early, and it's not the time to use this.

King Emaluel II rode a white horse and ran back and forth in front of his army. He shouted loudly to cheer the army, and the soldiers responded to him with fanatical cheers. King Emaluel II had never seen his army with such a moment of morale. He felt as if the invincible legion of ancient Rome had been possessed by his soldiers.

"Even the troops under Caesar's command would not have higher morale than this, right?" King Emaluel II thought that if his troops had not been able to have such morale with the "Dalimaru", then Rome Shigeguang might not be a lie.

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"The Sardinians on the opposite side seem to have a good morale!" Putting down the telescope, General Ji Ulai, the commander of the Austrian army, said to his adjutant, "This battle may not be easy to fight!"

"General, the morale of the Italians is like soap bubbles, blowing the boss, looking colorful, but with a gentle touch and a snap, there is nothing left." The adjutant replied disapprovingly.

"Well, hope so." General Jiwulai nodded, "But don't underestimate the enemy at any time. Make plans for a difficult battle - first give the soldiers a little rest, and then we will attack from the left and right wings!"

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"Your Majesty, the enemy's army is moving like us." An officer said to King Emmaruel II.

"I saw it, prepare the artillery." King Emaluel II ordered.

More than 20 Napoleon cannons have entered the cannon position, the cannon's cannon's cannon has been taken off, and the black muzzle pointed to the sky. The observation post kept reporting the distance of the Austrian army - yesterday, they had marked the plain and conducted test firing to ensure the efficiency of the cannon attack. This is one of the advantages of being at home.

"Preparation..." the commander shouted in a long voice as he looked at the approaching Austrian army.

"Preparation..." The artillery soldiers had loaded their ammunition, aimed at the target, and were ready for launch.

"Fire!" The order finally came out of the officer's mouth. So a soldier stretched out a red-hot iron chisel towards the fire door. With a "boom", a stream of white smoke sprayed out from the muzzle, and the entire cannon also retreated to the rear.

Before several soldiers could see the results of the shooting, they rushed up to reset the cannon. Some people began to clean the cannon, and some were preparing to fill in the package of medicine wrapped in silk.

The artillery commander Kohler, who was standing on a slightly higher ground platform behind, saw dozens of small black dots flying up like a group of black flies. From his perspective, the small black dots flew very quickly at first, but soon their speed became very slow, especially when they rose to the highest point, which looked like they were parked in mid-air. Then, the small black dots sank suddenly and fell into the Austrian army.

"Good hit! I hit it!" Lieutenant Colonel Kohler clenched his fists.

The first round of shells fired by the Sardinians hit the Austrians with precision. One round of shells fell to the ground, then jumped up, hitting the Austrians' military formation, and unceremoniously opened several blood alleys. The soldiers who were hit by the shells on their heads and chests were immediately beaten to pieces. Although they died miserably, they died suddenly. Some soldiers were shot in their legs, and they didn't know where their legs went. He fell to the ground, then hugged his broken leg, and wailed loudly in a strange sound that seemed to be impossible for humans. Countless soldiers who were lucky enough to have been bombarded bypassed him, or stepped directly from him, and continued to move forward.

At this time, the Austrians' cannons also fired, but because their artillery had not conducted range measurements and test firing before, the shooting accuracy was far inferior to that of the Sardinians. However, because the Austrians had more cannons, they still successfully said that many shells entered the Sardinians' queue.

"It seems that the morale of the Sardinians is really high." General Jiulai said while holding a telescope and observing, "So many shells have entered their array, and the array can be maintained so well. It seems that the Sardinians have put in their efforts. I am sure that these guys in front of us are definitely the most elite troops of Sardinia. If we kill them, we will win this war!"

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"It would be great if these troops were equipped with MacDonald 1857, and now we can fire a volley at the enemy." Standing on the high ground behind and looking at the Austrian troops gradually approaching from the two wings, King Emeruel II thought, and he looked at the "cannon fodder" soldiers holding old-fashioned front-mounted rifles and standing straight. He knew that the number of cannons in his hand was far inferior to that of the opponent. Now the Austrians' cannons are not very accurate, but if they were allowed to shoot a few more rounds, their hit accuracy would also increase. The soldiers relied on the "Dalimaru" to boost morale, but the "Dalimaru" did not make them completely unreasonable. Just standing and getting cannons like this would definitely hurt morale. So he ordered the messenger beside him: "Let our wings meet." The two cavalry immediately took the order and left the high ground and rushed towards the two wings.

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"Hey, brothers, let's move forward! Let's tell the Austrian barbarians that they dare to fight against Rome!" a captain shouted loudly. The Sardinians' queue began to move neatly forward, towards the array pressing over the Austrians.

Clyde was a new soldier who had not long been enlisted for the army. Before the battle began, he was so nervous that he could hardly move. Fortunately, he was given a pill at this time, saying that it could relieve tension, refresh his mind, and replenish his physical strength. It was strange that when Clyde took that small pill, he was really not nervous anymore. His fear seemed to be swept away by the magic pill. A new force that seemed to not belong to him quickly filled his body, making him tremble all over. He wanted to rush up immediately and beat the guys opposite him. He even had to suppress himself so that he would not pick up the butt stock and put the guy in front so that he could stand in front.

At this time, a cannonball roared into their queue, and a bloody arm flew over and hung on the copper button on his shoulder. In this case, if it were normal, Clyde would scream like a woman, and then fainted like a lady should have done. But now, Clyde, who was surging in every blood vessel, took down the broken arm without caring, and threw it on the ground without squinting.

At this time, the order to advance finally came. Clyde focused on following the drum beats and stride forward. At this time, the soldier in front of him suddenly fell down. Without thinking, Clyde rushed up quickly according to the regulations and walked in the original position of the fallen comrade.

Now that Clyde has stood in the front row, his vision has suddenly become widened. The long Austrians are not far away, just fifty meters away. They have stood still and are aiming at them with guns. If it were normal, such a situation would have scared Clyde to turn around and run, but now, he is strangely not nervous at all, and even has the idea of ​​this: "How can these cowards shoot at such a long distance?"

"We have not trained a lot of soldiers, so of course it goes without saying that they can't beat the Austrians at mid- and long distance shooting. However, after taking the "Dali Pill", their courage was almost no less than the elite troops of the British Iron Duke's troops back then. Therefore, your Majesty, I suggest that the "Iron Duke" tactics were adopted, without a single shot until they approached twenty meters away from the enemy, and then defeat the enemy with a rapid volley and subsequent bayonet charge." This was the opinion put forward by King Emeruel II's staff before the war, when training and using cannon fodder, and this opinion was adopted. Therefore, Clyde and the others did not stop, and they continued to move towards the muzzle of the Austrians.

"Bang!" A piece of white smoke came out from the Austrians' muzzle, and the military formation on the opposite side was immediately submerged in this fog.

"Bang!" The soldier on Clyde's left fell down without saying a word. Clyde's military cap had gone where it flew. He felt that a heat current seemed to flow down his head, wet his eyebrows, and then covered his eyes.

"Damn!" He wiped his sleeves randomly, and the sleeves were immediately covered with blood - a lead bullet flew over his scalp and made a hole in it.

At this time, a gust of wind blew and the smoke dissipated. Clyde saw the Austrians loading bullets in panic. The Austrians originally used three-round shooting. Although the firepower of each round was not large, the firepower output was indeed continuous. However, when these Sardinians kept silent and were getting closer and closer without a single shot, their shooting speed began to slower and slower, and the volleys became scattered. Many people were even nervous to complete the loading action.

"Bang!" The Austrians fired again, but this time they fired, and they couldn't even call it a volley. The gunshots were sparse, and they were not a straightforward sound.

"The little Austrian bastards are going to go home to find their mother in tears, right? They must want to eat with her mother's breasts like a baby?" Clyde was hit this time, while he continued to move forward, for some reason, a series of things that were not suitable for children emerged in his head. (One of the side effects of the virus: **The desire is high)

"Stand firmly! Raise the gun! Aim!" The long-awaited voice finally rang in Clyde's ears.
Chapter completed!