Chapter 1015 The Battle of Priska (1, ask for a monthly ticket)
September 9th, sunny.
As gusts of north wind blew, everyone on the Prisca battlefield couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The most difficult days of summer were over.
After entering September, the climate in Almohad gradually became cooler. Although at noon, under the scorching sun, it was still too hot to make people stick out their tongues, but at night, they could sleep comfortably.
Have a good sleep.[..com]
Occasionally, clouds will fly over and drop a few precious raindrops on the arid land, which greatly alleviates the drought on this land.
The only drawback is that there are too many mosquitoes after autumn.
And those mosquitoes are so huge that there is a joke in the military: three mosquitoes are enough to stir-fry a plate of vegetables.
In addition to mosquitoes, there are also all kinds of hidden insects and moths hidden in this Liaotian wilderness. They are overwhelmingly numerous.
Every time at dusk, after lighting the torches, they would emerge and attack the soldiers on both sides extremely bravely.
At this time, there was silence on the Prisca battlefield. Facing an enemy that was far more powerful and fearless than the enemy opposite, the soldiers had to use all the physical strength they had accumulated for several days and fight for their lives.
The ground and those small insects started a bloody fight.
Early in the morning that day, General Hasél had already walked out of the camp.
As he walked, he grinned and scratched all the bites on his body.
The feeling of itching to the bone made the battlefield veteran extremely angry and wanted to take a knife and cut them all off.
What's even more uncomfortable is that the more you scratch, the more it itches, and the more it itches, the more you scratch. Once you start scratching, you can't stop itching.
"In this damn weather, I didn't die in Hadou's hands, I died in the mouth of this little mosquito first. Really~!" Hassel muttered, and then he noticed that the atmosphere nearby was a little different.
A large group of soldiers gathered on the south side of the camp and were looking southward.
The roof of the car and the watchtower were also full of people.
The soldiers were like meerkats on sentry duty, standing on tiptoes, straightening their necks and looking in the direction of the Zamibia River.
Hassel couldn't help being startled, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart: Damn it, something happened? Why didn't anyone notify me? Did the enemy come? Why was there no alarm?
While he was thinking, he walked over quickly, grabbed a soldier casually, and asked angrily: "Soldier, what happened?"
The soldier was immediately startled by him, but then he reacted and hurriedly saluted and stammered: "Sir, I have seen you..."
General Hassell snorted, forcefully pulled the man to his old face, which was as wrinkled as orange peel, pressed his nose, and roared angrily: "Shit, sir, you ***,
Are you deaf?
I ask you what happened?
You damn bitch, you have to tell me what happened.
Do you understand?"
The young soldier was so frightened that he turned pale. His face was sprayed with saliva, but he didn't dare to reach out and wipe it. He could only nod his head repeatedly.
But then he saw the stern look flashing in General Hasel's eyes, and then he reacted, swallowed deeply, and then said in a trembling voice: "I understand... I understand, General~!"
At the end, the word "general" was shouted angrily.
At this time, he finally calmed down, as if he was scolded bloody by the devilish fascist instructor in the boot camp. He stared straight ahead and stood straight.
There was a look of satisfaction in Hasel's eyes: This looks like one of my soldiers~!
However, he took a deep breath, then spat out his saliva at the soldier with more force, saying: "You damn idiot, now that you understand, tell me, what the hell happened?"
The soldier couldn't help but show a blank look on his face, but at the same time, he puffed up his chest and shouted loudly: "Report to the general, someone said that a military camp seems to have appeared in the south of Henan. General~!"
"What? A military camp?" Hassel was stunned for a moment, then let go of the soldier and said angrily: "You son of a bitch, this is how you should answer when asked by a superior in the future. Do you remember that?"
The soldier also roared loudly: "Yes, General. Sir General."
Hassel took half a step back, raised his hand in front of his forehead, and said coldly: "Disband~!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and, like a young man in his late teens, quickly climbed up the sentry tower in a few steps, raised his head and glanced into the distance.
On the far south bank of the Zamibia River, what was once a green grassland has been covered by large black shadows.
Although the distance was extremely far, he had experienced hundreds of battles, and he keenly felt the killing aura coming from the person facing him.
General Hassell carefully took out the telescope from his inner pocket, took a breath of heat at the lens, held his sleeves with his short, strong fingers, and carefully wiped the lens until all the water mist and impurities on the lens were removed.
Wiped it clean.
He then raised the telescope to his eyes and carefully observed the south bank of the river.
As the focal length is adjusted, the dark thing in the lens gradually reveals its true face.
I saw numerous sentry towers and towering walls. In addition, there were countless black spots wandering back and forth.
That is a large military camp~!
Hassel made a visual inspection and made a rough estimate. There were about 20,000 to 30,000 people in the camp opposite. There were a large number of flags flying in the camp, and it faced the new army's camp across the river.
Hassell knew in his heart that this was the rebel reinforcements that Lorraine mentioned yesterday, and secretly thought: They came so fast~!
"Hadu finally gave up~!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Hassell put down his telescope, and sure enough he saw Lorraine standing next to him, also holding a telescope and looking across the river.
"It seems like this guy came in person." Lorraine adjusted the focus and said.
Hassel was horrified and exclaimed: "Hadu is here~!"
The surrounding soldiers turned their heads and looked at their commander in surprise. As if talking to themselves, they repeated in a daze: "Hadu is here..."
Five seconds later, someone suddenly shouted: "Holy shit, Hadou is here~!"
"Hadu is here."
"Hadu is here~!
"Hadu is here..."
"Hadu..."
The soldiers of the New Army kept repeating that sentence, and it spread quickly like an echo in the mountains.
In less than three minutes, Almohad's former mainstay and undefeated general, now a rebel traitor, kidnapped the two princes and made the royal family's treacherous ministers fight against each other for their own selfish purposes, starting a civil war.
The news that the war madman General Hadou led the army and arrived at the battlefield in person spread throughout the New Army camp.
This made the new officers and soldiers who were worried about their current situation even more uneasy. They looked towards the south with vigilance and sorrow in their eyes.
Although thanks to the positive publicity of Almohad officials in the past two years, people have a clear and full understanding of this general who is no longer a myth like before.
How about lying to people about lollipops when they were three years old, stealing other people's lambs when they were five years old, peeping at the neighbor's aunt taking a bath when she was seven years old, cheating on exams when she was nine years old, and pretending to be a goldfish when she was thirteen years old?
The innocent emotions of bullying a girl...
And he never brushes his teeth, or washes his hands after passing stool.
Later, when they joined the army and fought in wars, they all relied on flattery to get promoted.
The so-called victory of the war is actually all about killing good people and taking credit for their merits. Stealing the food, money and materials from the common people, and then pretending that they were stolen from the Ruman Empire...
Although all kinds of cruel truths have been exposed and discovered in large quantities, after all, General Hadou's reputation is too great.
Moreover, the Almohad people have been talking about his achievements for a long time and are familiar with them. They have formed a fixed mindset - no one can defeat that peerless general.
Not to mention, the new army has never won against him since they faced him. They were beaten repeatedly and lost their armor and fled in confusion.
Even if the others are false, these are always true, right?
Therefore, everyone in the New Army still has an instinctive awe for him.
Lorraine was keenly aware of this emotion in the army, but at this time, it was inconvenient for him to say more. It was useless to just talk about this kind of thing. Only by winning a battle could the fear in their hearts be relieved.
As he thought, he held up the telescope and continued to observe.
"Huh?" Lorraine found a strange thing in the telescope. He frowned and looked at it for a while, but found that he could only see a vague black dot from this distance.
Lorraine jumped off the watchtower, walked to Vera, put the telescope into Vera's hand, pointed to the sky, and said: "There seems to be something in the sky. What is it?"
Vera yawned, rubbed her eyes, took the telescope and looked in the direction Lorraine pointed.
"It seems..." Vera turned the telescope and murmured: "It's a person. Yes, it's a person in black clothes flying in the sky."
Lorraine thought to himself: The people flying in the sky? The mages under Hadu. But the intelligence did not show that there were any mages working for Hadu. This must be guarded against.
"It's raining." Hassel opened his palms and looked up at the sky.
The clouds overhead had now turned leaden gray, and thin strands of rain fell from the sky like fishing lines.
As the rain fell, the temperature became cool and comfortable. The drizzle dispelled the hot and dry weather, and seemed to temporarily dispel the boredom of the New Army soldiers.
The soldiers walked out of their tents and played in the drizzle. The atmosphere in the camp became much more relaxed.
Lorraine pulled Vera back and said, "It's just in time to catch up on some sleep. By the way, tell the artillerymen to pay attention to moisture.
Hassell slapped his forehead and thought to himself: I heard that propellant powder cannot be affected by moisture. Don’t forget this.
"Du...wuwu~!"
A quick and loud trumpet sounded.
Lorraine was startled for a moment, and suddenly realized that this was an enemy attack.
Hassel shouted loudly: "Emergency ***, prepare to fight."
"**,**~!"
"The Second Brigade, follow me and form a formation."
"Fourth Brigade, east of the camp**."
"Quick, quick, quick~!"
There was a panic in the New Army camp, and the soldiers hurriedly ran out of the tents, carrying weapons in one hand and arranging the armor on their bodies with the other.
To the north of the New Army camp, less than three miles away, tens of thousands of rebel soldiers lined up in a long front, holding their weapons flat against the drizzle above their heads, accompanied by the exciting drums and bugles, and marched toward the New Army.
Coming to the campsite.
The new army quickly left the camp and formed a neat formation in front of the camp, preparing to meet the enemy.
At this time, the rebel offensive team was only two miles away from the new army.
Hasel stared at the approaching enemy from the north and glanced back at the Zamibia River uneasily.
Lorraine patted Hasel on the shoulder, shook his head, and said: "Don't worry, Hadou shows no signs of crossing the river. The enemy may be making a tentative attack."
Hassell breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the enemy did not attack in full force.
The artillerymen of the New Army drove the pack horses and pulled the artillery out of the camp. In the excited eyes of the New Army soldiers, fifteen artillery pieces were pulled to the middle of the New Army formation, where there were preset artillery positions.
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The artillerymen loaded and aimed skillfully... "Fire~!" followed the officer's loud command.
The soldier lowered the torch and lit the fuse. The fuse burned out within three seconds, igniting the propellant in the gun barrel, and the propellant exploded violently...
There were loud rumblings one after another, and a dazzling orange-red light erupted from the muzzle, and then the choking smoke enveloped the gun position.
In the blink of an eye, the outgoing artillery shell drew a low parabola in the sky, landed in front of and behind the rebel soldiers, rolled on the wet ground for a while, and then exploded completely.
Like a gorgeous yellow flower blooming, metal fragments representing death flew out in all directions. The rebel soldiers who were hit by the fragments screamed and fell to the ground clutching their wounds, rolling and struggling.
The rebel soldiers who were under shelling for the first time were stunned by the roar. They stopped advancing and stayed in place at a loss.
Let the officers roar behind them, "Move on, keep on moving."
The artillery position of the New Army flashed several red lights again, and accompanied by the roar of death, the artillery shells accurately fell into the crowd this time.
The effect of the second round of shelling after the calibration firing was obvious.
All the artillery shells landed near the rebel soldiers, and with the explosions, obvious gaps appeared in the front line of the rebels.
He saw the comrade beside him, who was discussing with himself just now what kind of devil's weapon it was. The next second, half of his head was suddenly cut off by a piece of shrapnel. The white head sprayed into the air with red blood, splashing on the ground.
on your own clothes.
Some New Army soldiers fell to their knees in disgust and vomited, while others turned around and fled to the rear in horror.
At first, there were only a few places where people fled, but before the officers could catch the cowards who escaped, more people chose to escape amidst the roar of the shells before they landed.
The rebel attacking ranks quickly disintegrated.
At this time, the raindrops were getting denser and denser, and Lorraine's clothes were already half wet.
The soldiers of the Almohad New Army cheered happily and laughed loudly at their cowardly enemy.
However, the artilleryman quickly carried the propellant packets and shells back to the vehicle and covered them with a thick waterproof tarpaulin.
There were still some on the ground that had not been moved in time, so the artillerymen simply took off their clothes and covered them with the cannonballs to prevent them from getting wet.
After withdrawing the troops and returning to the camp, the rain became heavier and heavier, and water began to accumulate on the ground. As Lorraine walked back, there was a finger's worth of mud stuck to the soles of her feet.
At ten o'clock in the afternoon, after everyone thought that the rebels should have learned a lesson, the battle trumpet suddenly sounded again, and the rebels from the north launched another attack on the New Army camp.
Lorraine and the others challenged the enemy in the misty rain. Just when the new army was cursing the rebels for not having learned enough lessons, they were surprised to find that the rebels on the opposite side no longer lined up in a neat formation, but in a loose formation.
The skirmishers formed and attacked the new army.
The first shelling did not have much effect. Each good shell could only kill or injure three or two people.
The artillery instructor made a prompt decision and loudly ordered: "Load shotshells. Lower the muzzle height."
The artilleryman carried the grenades back to the vehicle and removed the entire package of shotshells from above.
The rebel soldiers were surprised to find that the enemy's damn artillery suddenly misfired. Only then did they remember what the officers said that the weapon couldn't be used in rainy weather.
The rebel soldiers rushed towards the new army's position, and the distance was getting closer and closer, one mile, eight hundred feet, five hundred feet...
At this distance, the archers among the rebels had begun to blindly fire arrows in the direction of the new army.
"Fire~!"
Following a command, the artillery spit out deadly flames again.
Dozens of dove-egg-sized canisters were ejected from the muzzle with the help of gunpowder, strafing the approaching crowd like hailstones.
The solid projectile hits the human body at high speed, instantly punching a terrifying hole in the human body.
The approaching rebel soldiers fell in pieces in front of the muzzle. In the blink of an eye, a layer of broken corpses was spread on the ground. Blood and rain mixed together, and they were trampled into purple-brown mud.
The rebel soldiers at the front had fallen, and the people behind were still rushing forward desperately according to the inertia. When they could almost see the appearance of the artillery clearly, the artillery spit out deadly flames again.
Like a field of wheat being crushed, the soldiers at the front fell to the ground.
"Attack~!"
Following the order, the New Army soldiers who had been waiting for a long time shouted "Kill~!"
Stepping on the slippery muddy water, he raised his weapon and charged at the enemy. As soon as he came into contact with the scattered rebels, he was stabbed to the ground by the New Army soldiers.
The rebels immediately collapsed, and the soldiers behind them turned around and fled back.
The new army pursued them for more than a mile, and reluctantly withdrew their troops back to camp before the rebel relief team arrived.
Although he had won a victory, Hassell was even more uneasy. The artillery had just come over to inform him that if it didn't clear up tomorrow, the artillery would not be able to be used.
The importance of artillery to the new army is self-evident. Hassell immediately told Lorraine the news and asked for Lorraine's opinion.
And Lorraine simply said, "Got it."
The rain didn't stop that night and even developed into heavy rain in the second half of the night.
Two days later, it was still raining.
The camp of the New Army had been turned into a muddy pond, although higher ground had been chosen when setting up camp.
However, it rained continuously for three days, and the mud and water in the New Army camp reached the level of the ankles.
Walking became difficult. One foot stepped on it and I had to pull it up hard, and then the next foot sank into the mud again.
Except for the necessary sentries, everyone stayed in the tent, but even inside the tent, there was no dry place.
It is impossible to fight in this kind of weather, especially for the attacker, who can't even walk, and it's a fart.
Lorraine stood at the door of the tent, looking up at the raindrops falling continuously from the dark gray sky, thinking secretly in her heart that although the rain trapped them, it also trapped the rebels. If it could rain a few more times,
Heaven, it would be better to go directly down to Archduke Julius and lead the reinforcements.
However, according to the most optimistic estimates, it will take five days for the peacekeeping troops to arrive.
At this time, Hassel suddenly rushed in nervously, and shouted loudly before he could stand still: "It's bad, Hadou's army is crossing the river."
Lorraine suddenly raised his head, smiled, and said flatly: "I guess it's time for him to come."
Then he patted Hasel on the shoulder and said: "Order the entire army to prepare for battle, and also to fly my commanding flag.
Tell the brothers, if we withstand this battle, the glory of defeating Hadou will belong to us. If we cannot withstand it, we will go to hell together."
On September 11th, Hadou personally led 20,000 elite troops, crossed the Zamibia River in the rain, and formed an array at the city of Pliska.
At 2:00 noon, the Southern Army encircled the north and south, and 70,000 troops came out in full force to launch a general attack on the Almohad New Army.
The Battle of Pliska kicked off in heavy rain (End)