"Hey! Aren't these lunatics afraid of death?" A soldier from the Tang Group's security force was lying on the edge of the trench, looking at the Cyric soldiers who were pressing up again, and muttered with a very exciting expression on his face.
"We've charged twice, and they can't even disperse...Are they all fools?" Another soldier looked at the dense phalanx and said disdainfully.
They had already discussed this kind of thing in advance when they were in class. Once the attack was suppressed by new weapons, they had to find a way to solve the problem instead of rigidly implementing outdated tactics and wasting the lives of soldiers.
For example, when Tang Mo assumed that the enemy had automatic weapons, all the soldiers must come up with their own corresponding tactics if they wanted to pass the exam.
The most primitive methods include: spreading out the troops, crawling forward, alternately covering each other, and using hunters with excellent shooting skills to continuously fire to suppress the opponent's firepower.
These tactics can reduce one's own losses as much as possible, and can be regarded as countermeasures that can get a passing score.
More reasonable tactics are to organize artillery fire coverage, dig in to shorten the charge distance, use the terrain to boldly penetrate, etc.
Of course, regularly devising more advanced tactics, improving weapons and equipment, and striving not to fall behind in technology are also things Tang Mo requires his students to do their best.
Under such training, it is impossible for the commanders of Datang Group's troops to use the old-fashioned phalanx tactics to charge into the enemy's machine gun positions.
These officers will not be so rigid in their thinking. Let alone attacking three times in a row, they will play more tricks before the first attack is launched.
It can be said unceremoniously that in front of Tang Mo's students, the so-called famous generals of this era are almost all NPCs in the novice teaching mode, and they are simply "babies" given to them for free.
"We attacked twice in a row and lost at least two legions. As a result, we couldn't even touch our positions... It's really bad." He squinted his eyes and looked at the people stepping on them through the gaps in the weeds.
A soldier of the Datang Group's security force who was a blacksmith complained about the enemy who was advancing on the corpse.
The squad leader next to him even commented speechlessly: "If this is put into the assessment of our class, let alone passing, we won't even get thirty points, okay?"
"Thirty points? Stop making trouble. Did you read the thirty-point paper last time? They still know how to suppress it by firing two rounds of grenades first, right?" Another soldier sneered.
Every soldier in the trenches is actually trained according to the battalion commander or even the regiment commander, so each of them can see some clues at this moment.
In fact, this war was also a large-scale exercise and assessment for them. Tang Mo once told them that after this assessment, they would have the opportunity to be selected to perform more important tasks.
"At least... let us have a chance to fight... What is this?" Behind this trench, in another trench, the platoon leader responsible for covering the machine gun position complained anxiously.
From the beginning of the battle until now, his troops have been almost in a concealed state. In other words, until now, Cyric's troops have not even figured out where the core defensive position of the Datang Group troops is.
As a frontline commander, he hoped that his troops and the men he trained would have the opportunity to prove themselves and learn more in such a precious battle.
It is a pity that until now, they have not had the chance to fire at the enemy, and most soldiers have not even had the chance to fire a shot.
The chasseurs deployed in front of the trenches still have a chance to fire a few shots to prove their presence. But the soldiers guarding the trenches in front of the machine gun position really don't have a chance to fire a serious shot.
Not to mention, they had previously thought about testing hand grenades, testing the concealment performance of trenches, and verifying various tactical coordination...
As a result, none of these tests were completed because the enemy's artillery was too old and there was not even enough verification data for the trench's explosion resistance...
The only time the opponent's artillery shell hit the trench did not cause huge casualties, but no one could prove whether such an isolated case could represent an accurate result.
Amidst all the complaints, the enemy approached the machine gun position again this time, and the sound of strafing began again.
This time, the enemy seemed to be more experienced. When the machine guns started firing, these soldiers began to bend down and hide. The phalanxes on both wings began to collapse. Most of the soldiers in the phalanx in the middle found a suitable position and lay down.
In a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Reasonable evasion allowed these soldiers to avoid the incoming bullets, but they had to have close contact with the dead bodies, which must have caused a lot of psychological trauma.
Some soldiers turned around and ran behind them. Compared with their timid appearance when they first attacked, their escape speed could definitely set a world record.
It is precisely because the enemy troops dispersed faster this time that the number of people killed by machine guns was significantly less compared to the previous two times.
Including the loss of artillery in the first attack, Cyric's side paid a price of almost 1,300 men, while the loss in the second attack was around 1,000 men.
This time, because Baron Stella's troops were defeated at such a lightning speed, they probably only lost less than 500 people.
Although the losses were still heavy and the entire legion had almost lost its combat effectiveness, compared to the previous two times, the loss of 500 people was really not that much.
When the follow-up troops rushed up again, they saw nearly 3,000 corpses lying on the ground, almost covering the ground.
The weather temperature at this time was actually very high, so the corpses were crowded and stacked, so the air was still filled with a strange smell.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In fact, being able to smell such a smell is largely a psychological effect. Because compared to the smell of sulfur, it is impossible for a corpse to decompose in just one day.
It's so obvious and it can't have a strong flavor.
However, these stacked corpses did affect the attacker's will and made this road difficult to walk.
If possible, Giese wanted to order the soldiers to remove the corpses scattered on the battlefield and dispose of them completely.
After all, this is the season, and if you are a little careless, the body will start to rot and deteriorate, and then malaria will start to appear again and the plague will become rampant, then it will really be over.
Unfortunately, Jis also knew that Tang Mo might not agree with his plan to collect the corpses of his soldiers.
The battle entered a fierce rhythm on the first day. Cyric's fourth legion pressed forward, and three battalions of soldiers lined up, pressing towards the Datang Group's defense line aggressively.
The offensive operation began again, but this time, after less than three minutes of machine gun fire, the troops gave up and retreated desperately, not even daring to look back.
This time, Cyric's troops disintegrated no faster than Baron Stella's army whose military discipline was lax. They only lasted less than five minutes before they dispersed.
The entire regiment collapsed in an instant. Under the ruthless blow of the machine gun, they ran backwards crying, and soon rushed out of the coverage of the machine gun.
After returning to the starting point and counting, these Cyrics lost more than 500 people, but the injury rate was really high.
On the position of the Datang Group's security forces, a soldier stared dumbly at the Cyric phalanx that was retreating like a tide again, and asked softly with some depression: "They... aren't here to cheat, are they?"
"Yes! Just hit him and run away?" Another soldier also nodded and said in great agreement.
"Ha..." The soldier not far away yawned, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes in boredom, and said helplessly: "I'm sleepy! Damn it, can't these guys rush over and let us shoot too?
How many were killed?"
For an outstanding student in his class, this battle was too simple, so simple that he lost interest.
The squad leader pointed to the end of a vertical communication trench protruding in front of their position and said to his men: "What a beautiful thought. Have you seen the chasseurs in front?"
"Yeah, I saw it, what's wrong?" A group of people nodded, as if they were back in their childhood, answering the teacher's questions together.
The squad leader stretched out two fingers and explained seriously: "He has only fired two shots since the beginning of the war! Only two shots..."
It was indeed two shots. There was nothing we could do. The enemies were too dense and before they had time to fire, most of them were already beaten to the point of being beaten by the machine gun bullets.
"Standing so close, you only have the chance to fire two shots?" Several soldiers asked in shock and disbelief.
The squad leader pointed at the defeated Cyric soldiers, shook his head and said, "Didn't you see that these people are running more smoothly each time?"
"Ha! It's true!" A group of people nodded politely, because they really felt the changes in the enemy.
After all, there are only a few teams that are like steel and attack regardless. The vast majority of Cyric's soldiers who are left are mortal bodies, and they cannot fight in a fierce battle.
Just when everyone was making fun of Cyric's dullness and weakness, a man riding a horse appeared on the horizon in the distance.
This was an officer of Cyric's private army, with a strong war horse on his hip, holding a white flag high in his hand, and he cautiously walked closer and closer.
"I'm here to negotiate!" the Cyric officer shouted loudly: "Don't shoot! I'm here to negotiate!"
While shouting, he was still afraid of being misunderstood and waved the white flag in his hand: "I came here to negotiate on the order of Lord Giese!"
