At dawn, Claude was woken up by Lucien with a loud voice. This blacksmith's son was a big man with endless strength. He was always the most special one in the company because of his excessive energy, so he was nicknamed "Big".
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"What's the matter, loudspeaker? What's new?" Claude asked, yawning.
"Of course!" Lucien said enthusiastically.
With an active nature and never a moment of leisure, he loved chatting with others. He used to brag about how popular he was in the countryside and how many beauties he had won. On the battlefield, he would always brag about how good he was at fighting and being alone.
Kill ten polar bears.
All in all, this loudspeaker likes to talk. As long as anyone talks to him, he can talk all morning long.
"Look what I saw this morning?"
"What?" Claude asked cooperatively.
"The Russians set up fishing nets in front of their positions. Haha, these stupid Russians treat us like fish. Do you think it's fun or not!"
Lucien laughed loudly as he spoke, as if he had seen the funniest joke in the world. But Claude did not laugh along. He was a smart Gascon, the most intelligent, and he knew the Russians
Not that stupid, very difficult to deal with, if the Russians look like they are doing something stupid, maybe they are digging a hole for them!
"What fishing net?" Claude suddenly asked.
Lucien was stunned. He didn't understand what this question meant. Aren't fishing nets the most common thing for him? Has Claude never seen a fishing net? Isn't Toulon close to the sea? It's impossible not to have fishing nets.
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"It's the kind of fishing nets that come in rolls, and then the Russians set them up on wooden stakes, as if they were preparing to use the fishing nets to block us..."
Claude fell into deep thought, and then immediately asked: "Are there any other situations like you mentioned elsewhere?"
Lucien scratched the back of his head, thought for a while and replied: "It seems to be everywhere, right? They have set up fishing nets on easy roads, and there are several layers."
After hearing this, Claude walked away without saying a word. Lucien was confused and could only follow Claude forward.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the earliest sentry post. After saying hello to the sleepy sentry Urban, they picked up his telescope to observe the movements of the Russian army.
As soon as Claude saw the so-called fishing net, his waist was cold. What kind of fishing net was this? He immediately vomited angrily at Lucien: "Damn it, what kind of fishing net is this! Lucien, this is a barbed wire fence.
Didn’t you see there are spikes on it?”
"What spikes?" Lucien was a little confused.
Claude handed the telescope to Lucien angrily and motioned for him to take a closer look. Urbain was also startled and asked: "What's wrong? What's the thorn?"
"Barbed wire!" Claude replied angrily, "Damn it, are you blind?"
Lucien's eyes widened in shock, and he carefully looked at the barbed wire over and over again. Urbain next to him was so anxious that he kept urging Lucien to give up the telescope.
After a while, the three of them reported the relevant situation to the company commander, and then attracted the attention of the battalion commander along the way. However, when they arrived at the regiment headquarters, the regiment commander René was very disapproving.
"So what about barbed wire? So what about barbed wire?" He snorted nonchalantly, "Do the Russians think this thing can stop our heroic French Army? It's simply fantastic! Tell the boys, don't worry, these are not at all
What's the problem? It's just that the Russians are desperate and desperate and seek medical treatment!"
Such a conclusion naturally stunned Claude. He wanted to ask his superiors why they were not worried. What should they do when facing the barbed wire? Should they cut it with a bayonet or pull it with their hands? They couldn't force it on, right?
Not to mention that the French just think there is no problem with the barbed wire. For the top brass, there is no need to consider whether the barbed wire can pass. The soldiers below will always find a way to overcome these small obstacles.
But the problem is that there is really no way. Soon when the British and French coalition forces launched a new round of offensive, they ran into big trouble. First, they were panicked by the continuous explosion of landmines, and then they finally broke through the minefield with their numerical advantage.
, the barbed wire fence blocking the road has become a big thorny problem. The barbed wire fence, which is as high as one person, cannot be crossed at all, and the dense rusty iron barbs on it make it even more difficult to get started.
Facing the obstruction of the barbed wire fence, the British and French allied forces seemed helpless. The soldiers in the front row did not know what to do, while the soldiers in the back row pushed forward.
Soon they became the best targets for the Russian army. The continuous and dense rain of bullets swept the rows of coalition soldiers to the ground like rice. Then the mortars also began to unleash their power, attacking the densely packed troops.
The crowd opened fire violently, causing the coalition troops to overturn and suffer heavy losses in an instant.
"How effective are those broken wires?"
Kornilov, who was watching the battle from behind, was shocked, because when Li Xiao told him that barbed wire could be deployed to stop the enemy, he didn't think highly of this thing. How effective can a mere barbed wire be?
But the facts proved that Li Xiao was right. The combination of barbed wire fences and landmines arranged on the key node passages produced excellent results, leaving the coalition forces helpless. Let alone attack their positions, they could not even take a step forward.
Kornilov sincerely sighed: "If we can surround our position with barbed wire and use it with mines, it will be more effective than a bastion!"
As he said this, he began to signal Li Xiao with his eyes, and his meaning was very clear. He was asking if he could give him some more barbed wire and mines. With these, let alone three to five days, he would be able to hold on for another week or two.
But Li Xiao spread his hands and said: "This is the limit I can give you. Duke Mikhail has taken the bulk. If you want it, you can only ask him for it!"
"Can't we produce more?" Nasimov couldn't help but interjected.
Li Xiao spread his hands again and said: "You have to be able to produce it! You should know the situation in the country best. Those old stubborns are only interested in land and serfs and have no intention of building factories..."
Productivity is combat power, Kornilov and Nassimov understand it. If Russia's industry can work harder and produce more explosive bombs, mines, mines, barbed wire or new rifles, they will be able to fight wars much easier.
Well, how can we say that every time we fight, we have to fight for our lives and use our lives to carve out a path to victory?
It's a pity that those old die-hards don't realize the preciousness of human resources at all, but instead regard them as straw that can be squandered...