Different from the steel square array that the red shirt army faces the rain of guns and bullets.
The Albion people shook their heads: Without a unified pace, everyone was operating according to their own pace. The speed and distance were very open. It looked like a group of farmers who had not been trained, not the regular army warrior.
"They can't break through the trench."
The Duke of Wellington sighed, as if he was pity, the Duke of the Duke of Malbuller nodded, and lifted the telescope to look at the battlefield again.
The scene of thousands of people shouting "Long live" is indeed spectacular, but none of them think that this is loose and cannot form a continuous firepower charge can break through the solid defense system.
What can be done.
This is a tragedy, but the brave white army soldiers have no choice.
In fact, they have also received queue training, and they can also move forward with neatly arranged square teams like Albion or Charlie Man.
The rifle is still ash in the warehouse far behind, and nearly two -thirds of people can only hold Ooltilla's characteristic weapons -they can support the short spear of the musket like a fork stick, plus 5 rounds of ammunition
In this case, it is meaningless to continue to adhere to the solid square array of "dense teams". It is better to let the soldiers be relieved from the solid team.
Far, provide opportunities for brothers who throw up the chain bomb and the blasting group using the explosive cylinder.
This is the result of the final discussion of the two commanders of the advance forces. In their opinion, it is meaningless to insist on the dense team, and it will only waste soldiers' lives in vain.
"Jade", it is better to pull the spacing of the soldiers and force the public to disperse the firepower. Once the high -life hit rate of the dense formation is distributed to the scattered soldiers, the hit rate will definitely decline.
The distance between the bomb, they have a chance.
In fact, the two counts have another layer of ideas: even if that camp can break through the line of defense. There will not be too many soldiers who can rush into the trench alive. It will soon be wiped out by the public.
The soldiers have fully showed extraordinary courage and combat effectiveness -they even do better than big ** teams like Albion.
The value of the Crown of Ostulia and the King of St. Estan, no longer just regard them as a pinch of cannon fodder that can be sacrificed at any time.
At this point, a fierce sacrifice of a bullet camp is enough to block everyone's mouth. As much as possible to avoid valuable soldiers from being wasteful.
Leaving aside the political calculation, the counts' predictions are still accurate. Previously, the dense formation of the Red Shirt Army did improve the hit rate of the public ** riflers, facing the scattered infantry.
The hit rate decreased significantly. Although someone fell down from time to time, the loss was not high, and the soldiers in white were speeding up towards the rush.
The raids beyond expectations made Gong ** a little stunned, but soon they used efficiency to make up for a short time.
On the two -winged artillery position, 6 -pound guns began to roar. This kind of cannon is specifically used to deal with infantry clusters. Under the experienced artillery operator, it can shoot 3 to 4 times per minute. Or 41 3.25 ounces of projectiles, every time the fire can be made in a white human wall, under the bombardment of the barrage, the speed of the white people slows down. The hit rate of the rifle has also begun to rise significantly, reaching a rare 12 %. Although the best achievement with the theory of the human camp -15 % of Albion, the 20 % of the Charlie Mantatinus troops, there is still a gap, but The actual hit rate of the new army of the Principality is enough to prove that they do live up to the name of "elite".
The bullets are still working hard, under the dense barrage, charge at the fastest speed, as if the fire and guns are shot in the air, and they can not stop until the Gong ** gunners start to make power, and they slowly slow down.
"See ghost! That group of animals!"
Lieutenant Pei Doffei Sander took off the military cap at the fastest speed and threw it far, then rolled on the spot, full of sludge, and looked like a second lieutenant who did not make any differences with ordinary soldiers quickly got up. The corpse of Lieutenant Farcash, grabbing a short spear to continue the charge. When he saw the captain and a commander who was hit at the same time, the second one immediately thought of the "Albion people mentioned to them" "The hybrids of hunting officers", the witty minister put down reserved and romantic in less than a second, disguised himself, followed by the soldier's charge.
I have to say that the young officer who studied literature and poetry in the university was very active and thought of the correct approach in the shortest time, but for this hunting, this little clever Influence.
If you want to change the situation, you need some more practical and powerful things.
"Blasting Group!"
A bullet wiped the cheeks of Mrs. Pei Doffei, and couldn't care about the hot tingling on the cheeks. He pointed at a short spear with a worker enhanced with a sandbag and shouted loudly:
"Blow it!"
The three soldiers flashed out of the queue, and their bodies were buried very low. One of them held a tube -shaped thing, under the cover of the companion and artillery fire, rushed to the work along the pits.
"Stop them!"
Captain **, who squatted in the work in work in the work of the work of the scene, screamed, no matter what the guys are holding, it must not be a good thing, not to mention that those white soldiers are approaching this cutting -edge observation. Then, then
For a while, at least hundreds of rifles fired towards the three engineering soldiers, twitched in the rain of the bullet, and the three warriors arrived.
Almost immediately, another blasting team took over to them and continued the incomplete cause of the same robe along the same route. But in front of the fatal fire net, they failed to complete the task.
The third group followed up immediately. They chose the same route, and the results were no different.
Then there is the fourth group ...
There are already five blasting groups to drink and hate the street, but their death is not meaningless. Due to the efforts of the blasting group, the firepower of the public ** has a problem. It's.
Several shotmakers ignited the fuse, raised the ball filled with explosives, and the chain and iron ball began to accelerate. Seeing that it is about to achieve the speed of throwing —
Table table tennis!
The bullet drilled into the head of the player. In a blink of an eye, he turned him into a corpse. The bomb that lost control flew out, but the direction was the rear of the cast. In a scared scream.
Fried up to the sky.
"Ula!"
The Mao Xiong raised his gun and cheered. The officers also showed a smile. But soon, their smiles solidified.
The sixth blasting team grabbed the short gap and rushed up, and the tube in his hand also "scratched" the green smoke and Mars.
That's a bomb !!
"Stop them. Fast !!!"
Looking at the faces that the other party kept approaching, the captain's voice changed, and dozens of rifles shot together. The leader's body shook, and several bright red blood flowers appeared on the military uniform.
On a few guns, the lunatic and his companion rushed towards the observation center at an abnormal speed.
It may be that this group of people took medicine before departure, or it may be the strange power at the fire scene. The captain could not determine which one was the reason. The three lunatics were approaching to a distance of a few meters away from him--
"Go to death, long hair hybrid!"
Humans who were full of blood shouted, and the next moment his expression changed from anger to confusion, looking down at the fuse of the tube.
"Ah? I seem to count the length of the fire?"
The explosion happened.
"Unbelievable, hairless monkeys dare to use this weapon."
Putting down the telescope, Colonel Samsonov shook his head silently. The huge explosion did not destroy the observation institute itself, but it turned over a few sandbags and smoked the command post on the outside.
But it does not affect the use of observation.
The problem is that this undoubted tactic with suicide will bring serious psychological pressure to the soldiers. Even if it is not every position, it will be attacked, but when more enemy troops holding tube bombs appear in front of them, soldiers
We will definitely feel nervous, morale will be affected, the shooting accuracy will decrease, and the command will also be disordered.
Perhaps this is not the purpose of human use of this tactics, but the inadvertent effect will give them opportunities.
Can't give them a chance, there is no one inch of land under the city of Rica to be lost!
Colonel Samsonov clenched his teeth and vowed secretly. At this moment, he rumored that the soldiers ran to him.
"Colonel."
It was rumored that the soldiers briefly saluted a gift, and the corner of the eyes glanced at the black priest who stood behind Samsonov.
"General Lugarlov ordered the 'special offensive team' to fight back against the enemy."
Almost at the same time, Colonel Samsonov and other officers present put his attention to the priest wearing black -the infamous magic forces "Black Hundred Tour" heads, high priest Vasili Vetalier
Vikh. Schurit.
Looking at the cold smile on the face of the high priest, the officers groaned in the heart.
(Is the general crazy?)
They are all soldiers. The essence of war is cruel and ruthless, but traditional soldiers such as black hundred people and their latest "spoon of heaven" and "special attack teams" are really difficult to accept.
As the father of 5 children, Samsonov is particularly unbearable.
He didn't want the priests to have the opportunity to experiment with their tactics, but General Human and Luguhlov did not give him a chance. Sighing, the colonel nodded in Shuli Jin, who was eager to try, and bent over in black priests.
After a gift, a gust of gusts ran away, leaving a house officer frowning.
"Pinth."
Perhaps it was unable to stand the dull atmosphere. Samsonov stepped out of the command bunker, and the officers followed. As soon as they came out of the bunker, a smoke and bloody smell floated over, and a gun floating in the wind and guns.
The shouting of roar and soldiers.
Suddenly a child's cry was added to the bloody concert, and Samsonov couldn't help shrinking his neck.
Wrapped in the wind of the child's crying, blowing the cold on the face.