The servant army composed of Sendai Domain railway workers was a bit awkward in terms of weapon configuration. Zhao Xin, Wang Yuanfang and others did not want these guys to master the standard weapons of the Northern Navy, but at the same time they had to ensure a certain degree of firepower output, so they gave them
Each soldier was issued three homemade wooden-handled grenades. However, since the war in Bacheng began, the soldiers of the servant army have not used them yet.
When the two hundred Württemberg soldiers at the front emerged from the thick smoke and were only 40 meters away from the right wing of the North Navy's defense line, many of the servant soldiers would have been almost gone had it not been for a loud reminder from a certain platoon leader.
I forgot that I was still carrying a "bomb"!
As soon as the platoon leader finished speaking, the soldiers in the second row who had finished firing didn't care about reloading. They threw their rifles over their shoulders, took out grenades from the cloth bags at their waists, unscrewed the safety cover, and pulled
The grenade was thrown out with a swish. Because of nervousness, more than a dozen soldiers did not even pull the ring, and they just hit people like iron lumps. As soon as the grenade was thrown out, the platoon leader yelled at the people around him
Squatting down, he could see clearly that several grenades were thrown more than 20 meters away.
The North Korean navy's grenade is an imitation of the "Type 67 grenade" from another time and space. It has a charge of 38 grams and a preset killing radius of seven meters. However, this thing is said to be seven meters. In actual tests, the arsenal found that the distance from the explosion point is 80 meters.
It has lethality from meters away. If it is an open and unobstructed area, the fragments can cause injuries from 150 meters away. If it happens to scratch the aorta in the neck, it will be over in minutes.
But the Württemberg soldiers more than forty meters away didn't know. They were still measured according to the black powder grenades used by European grenadiers. The main function of grenades in these years was to disrupt the enemy's formation and cause psychological panic. Really?
To eliminate the opponent, you still have to rely on guns and bayonets.
So in the queue, where people were shoulder to shoulder, except for a few who shook their heads to avoid the iron bumps hitting their foreheads, most of the soldiers ignored the grenades thrown by the servants. They followed the officer holding the command knife and shouted orders.
, raised the gun towards the front.
"Preliminary..."
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Deafening explosions sounded one after another, and the rising gray-black smoke shrouded all two hundred enemy troops forty meters away. On the servant army position, crackling earth and rocks fell like rain, mixed with
There were broken pieces of blue cloth, bloody pieces of flesh, even fingers and toes...
A gust of wind blew across the field, gradually blowing away the diffuse smoke, and the field of vision gradually became clearer. All the VOC soldiers marching behind the two hundred people stopped in their tracks. Some of them even stopped and were frightened.
He was looking at the ground twenty meters away with extreme concentration, and even forgot about the bullets fired from the North Navy position.
What a scene this is! Not one of the two hundred elite infantrymen was standing. They all fell to the ground in a bloody state. The survivors howled like wild beasts. The scene was horrific. In fact, the two platoons at the back still had to fight.
Thanks to these casualties, if their families had not stood so close together and endured almost all the fragmentation damage, they would not have been much better.
Seeing that his soldiers had stopped moving forward, the leading officer who had noticed the situation ahead yelled: "Can't stop! Let them shoot, and then keep moving forward!"
"The enemy is about to shoot! Everyone squat down!"
The servant soldiers behind the parapet fired a round of bullets at the enemy eighty meters away in a messy manner, then squatted down with only half of their heads exposed, observing the situation.
"Raise the gun! Aim! Shoot!"
The officers from Württemberg quickly gave the order to fire, and the soldiers carried it out blankly like puppets. As streaks of fire erupted from the muzzles, hundreds of lead bullets hit the outside of the sandbag wall, crackling.
There was a loud noise; some bullets flew over the fortifications and hit several soldiers who were busy loading ammunition.
Well, the Württemberg soldiers finally completed their first shot at a distance of eighty meters. The other battalions on the same plane did not dare to go any further. They all stopped at eighty meters and started shooting.
ammunition, then move forward ten steps and start another round.
As the VOC troops started shooting, the servants behind the fortifications began to suffer sporadic casualties. Most of them were shot because they had to stand up when reloading. Therefore, in order to speed up the reloading rhythm, some soldiers started to install flash caps.
He took out two bullets from his cowhide bag and bit them in his mouth. After the bullets were pressed into the barrel of the gun with the bullet rod, he could quickly put on the flash cap. The other soldiers saw this and quickly imitated the same.
The four 12-pound cannons at the rear of the position no longer bothered to bombard the enemy infantry. The VOC artillerymen had already pushed several four-pound artillery carts to a position of 500 meters. They must be destroyed as soon as possible. This thing is moving.
It is very convenient and can be pushed by only 4 people. Since Gustav used it, it has become a standard battlefield equipment in various European countries.
Forty minutes into the battle, as the casualties on the front line continued to increase, Van De Gus gritted his teeth and pushed the last reserve team up. He did not expect that the enemy's grenades on the opposite side were so powerful and had such a great impact on the morale of his soldiers.
It's too big. But as he said himself, he has no choice.
However, what he didn't know was that the reason why Hood on the opposite side had been suffering casualties from close combat was because he was waiting for him to press all his troops up.
Hood was very ambitious. He planned to wipe out the two regiments on the opposite side without letting any of them return to the other side. When he observed through the telescope that the last two enemy battalions were also dispatched, he knew that the 100-gun on the armored vehicle was
The millimeter rapid-fire cannon is ready to fire.
"Boom!"
A strange sound of artillery echoed in the wilderness. Vandegus turned his head subconsciously and saw a shell falling behind the two battalions that had set off. The ground shook violently, as if the sky was shattering. The two battalions
The soldiers were startled and immediately quickened their pace under the officer's order.
"not good!"
He keenly sensed that something was wrong. Since the enemy's artillery could hit so far, why didn't it do so at the beginning? Unexpectedly, before he could think about it, more artillery shells flew towards him. First, they landed on the left.
, then to the right, then flying overhead, and finally dozens of meters in front of him.
Amidst the rumbling explosions, Vandergus was thrown to the ground by his horse and lay face down on the ground, while his adjutant lay on top of him, almost suffocating him. Explosions continued to explode around him.
The shock wave made him feel the air waves rolling and the soil splashing. It seemed that the whole world was overturned by the opponent's artillery fire. The fire and vibration of the explosion were dizzying. The huge sound and scorching shock wave conveyed the message of death.
When the constant spray of artillery fire finally left his position, Van De Gus shouted to his adjutant, trying to get him up. However, when he struggled to push the adjutant away, he found that the adjutant was already dead.
Vandegus was a little confused. He was confused as to what had happened just now. After fighting for so many years, he had encountered large-scale shelling before, but never like this time. It was simply devastating!
He groped around on himself to make sure he was intact. There were many people where he was just now, some holding flags, some looking at maps, some passing orders back and forth to report the situation ahead, and even some wandering around.
.Dozens of war horses, baggage carts, and ammunition boxes are all gone now, like a street swept by a storm.
In the dirty air behind him, there were explosions one after another, and clusters of yellow lightning struck the ground. The earth was falling apart. As the air waves danced wildly in the wilderness, I turned to look at the battlefield. The two battalions that had just set off had already
Shrouded in firelight and gunpowder smoke, not a single figure could be seen, as if the entire army suddenly sank underground.
Not far away, a horse covered in blood ran out of the smoke with a weird posture. It had only three legs left, which was very scary. Another white horse followed, but there was no one on it, but with a shot
When the shell exploded, the horse was caught in the flames.
The whole world in his field of vision was shaking. Vandergus climbed on his hands and knees behind a horse whose leg was blown off. He raised his head and looked over the horse. The explosions on the battlefield hundreds of meters away were still going on.
.Suddenly, a shell hit the ammunition truck accompanying the four-pounder, and a huge yellow fireball rose into the sky, and then turned into a huge black smoke column. In the scene like the end of the world, he saw a
The guy in the blue military uniform flew up to a height of more than ten meters in the air, then rolled and spun and landed on the ground.
It's over! Vandergus wanted to stand up and find a horse to leave this hell of blood and fire, but the explosion just made him so dizzy that he fell down after taking only two steps. The dust and smoke enveloped him, and he
I lay face down on the ground, thinking that if I rest for a while, I can stand up. But gradually, the world around me becomes blurry, and even the continuous sound of explosions has a hypnotic effect.
The bombardment of the Northern Navy was still as crazy as thunder, but for him, it gradually receded like the tide...
Well, Major General Vandergus passed out due to a concussion. But on the battlefield in front of him, artillery fire was still raging. Stone chips, sand, and shrapnel were mixed with people shouting and horses neighing, floating on the battlefield, filling the air.
In the ears of the servants behind the sandbag fortifications.
Looking at the continuous explosions not far away, Hood leaned into the ear of the Second Battalion Commander next to him and shouted loudly: "Battle Commander Ma, you go to the left wing! Let's launch a full-scale attack!"
"Charge on all fronts?" The second battalion commander didn't hear clearly, so he asked hurriedly.
Hood nodded and said: "When the armored vehicles cease fire, the bugler will blow the charge horn, and your battalion will rush straight along the left road until it reaches a position 800 meters away, and then surround it and come back. No one will be allowed to escape."
Drop it. Pay attention to search the location where their commander’s flag was just now.”
"Yes! Got it!"
"Everyone, bayonets on!"
As the messengers on horseback ran around the fortifications, the soldiers behind the parapets excitedly took out their bayonets and installed them, and the clang of metal clashing sounded.
Finally, the 30mm cannon on the armored vehicle stopped firing. Hood was now standing in the gap between the two sandbag walls, and the flag-bearer behind him had raised the flag high into the air. He raised it
The bugler blew the charge bugle, and Hood took the lead to walk out of the fortification. But before he could run a few steps, the adjutants and guards coming from behind blocked him in front. On both sides and behind him, nearly two dozen people
Thousands of soldiers also roared like beasts. They poured out from the gaps between the sandbag walls like a tide and pressed against the enemy on the opposite side.
When the enemy's corpses appeared in the sight of the soldiers, the originally densely arranged formation became looser. The soldiers were divided into sections, and orders to "Follow up" sounded from time to time in the team.
There were corpses everywhere on the ground, like a battered sandbag wall. In pieces, countless people wearing blue and red military uniforms staggered and fell in a pool of blood, making the ground under their feet muddy and slippery.
The soldiers could only walk around. On the battlefield at this time, only the forest on the left was still ringing with gunshots. That was Quan Baocai's platoon firing at the enemy soldiers who fled into the forest.
.
When the thick smoke was blown away by the wind, a blond soldier wearing a blue and red military uniform appeared in Hood's right field of vision. His left hand grabbed his broken arm, and he looked at the oncoming enemy with a numb face.
The enemy neither expressed surrender nor dropped his broken arm to grab the weapon at his feet. The servant soldiers passing by him seemed hesitant. Should they shoot or not?
"This man looks very pitiful."
"Yeah, are you afraid that you were blown up by a cannonball?"
"Don't kill him, keep him as a prisoner."
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"Why don't you give him a bayonet?"
"Are you still human? He's already like this."
Several soldiers said this as they trotted past the wounded Württemberg soldier. Some even looked back. They saw the wounded soldier lying on the ground, leaning against a corpse, his head slowly hanging down.
He went down, still holding his severed arm in his hand.
The people of the second battalion ran very fast. As they advanced, a platoon of men was separated to join the battle in the woods. They and Quan Baocai's platoon carried out the final siege on the enemies in the woods. Hundreds of people fled into the woods.
The VOC soldiers had no intention of resisting. They ignored the bullets flying around them and just wanted to walk through the woods, jump into the Wurong River and swim to the other side.
Major General Vandergus finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had forgotten the existence of time. The sound of artillery around him had stopped, and only sporadic gunshots were still ringing.
He forced himself to stand up and knelt on the ground. He still felt a little dizzy. Suddenly there were footsteps beside him, and he saw a Württemberg officer with a bloody face running over more than ten meters away. Van Degu
Si recognized the rank of lieutenant on the other person's body.
"Lieutenant, how many of us are left?"
The lieutenant saw the major general standing up and felt a little unbelievable. However, he only hesitated slightly and ran away to the east without looking back.
Vandergus had a wry smile on his face, and with a push of his arms, he finally stood up. He looked around blankly, and after confirming the direction of the pontoon, he staggered towards it. However, he only took a dozen steps.
Several gunshots were heard from behind, and Vandergus, who was shot in the back, immediately fell to the ground. He rolled on the ground in pain, and finally lay on the ground, raising his hands and reaching toward the sky, as if he was groping for something...