Make France Great Again Chapter 484

Under the gaze of the coalition army, the Slavic soldiers in gray uniforms were forming a square formation, and their steps were uniformly approaching the barbed wire.

From their eyes, Major General Conrobel saw numbness and fanaticism. This kind of complex eyes can only exist in a nation as pious but rebellious as Russia (commonly known as the M nation). The love-hate relationship of the "little dad" in the royal village is something that the French will never understand.

After a tsar was overthrown by his Slavic subjects, the subjects who hated the tsar would inevitably support another tsar to the throne.

In short, under this almost religious fanaticism, Russian soldiers began to become like a marionette at the mercy of others.

With each step closer to the barbed wire, their breathing became heavier and their eyes gradually became bloodshot.

And the coalition troops in the trenches were also panting heavily, their hands dragging the gun body clenched involuntarily, and the blue veins on their foreheads burst out.

When the group of Slavic soldiers approached the barbed wire less than 200 meters away, the commander pulled out the command knife hanging from his waist and shouted loudly, "For Your Majesty!"

As the commander's voice shouted, these Slavic soldiers were like wild orcs. While running towards the barbed wire, they made weird screams and shouts, as if they wanted to use this method to disperse inner fear.

"Ulla!"

At the same time, at the rear of the Slavic phalanx, more than 20 light artillery pieces were lined up and ready to fire.

"Reload!" With the order of Brigadier General Little Orlov, the commander of the first division, the artillery began to load the shells.

The 6-pound solid shell was loaded into a light gun barrel, which formed an acute angle of about 60 degrees with the ground.

"Launch!"

Under the order of Brigadier General Ornov Jr., the light artillery made a sound like a muffled thunder. The shell flew out of the cannon, and drew a parabola in the air, and then landed near the barbed wire.

Just listening to the sound of "Boom", more than 20 artillery shells exploded one after another, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

The dust raised by the explosion covered the bodies of the Russian soldiers. Through the yellow dust, only the vague figures of the Russian soldiers could be seen. The smoke and dust from the explosion of the shells filled the entire battlefield.

Conrobel immediately realized that the Russian general on the opposite side was trying to blow up the barbed wire with a cannonball, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

If it's so simple that you can blow up, then I'm not busy!

"Fire!" Under Conrobel's order, the Zhuaff regiment in the trenches pulled the trigger, and gunshots rang out in the trenches, and other battalions that heard the gunshots from the Zhuaff regiment also began to pull the trigger.

Continuous screams came from the other side of the smoke, and the running Russian soldiers had begun to suffer casualties before they approached the barbed wire.

After the first group of soldiers finished shooting, they took half a step back, crouched in the trench to load ammunition, and the second group of soldiers, who had already prepared, took a step forward and lay on the edge of the trench to shoot at the barbed wire.

The screams reached the ears of the coalition troops again, and another group of Russian imperial soldiers was mercilessly harvested. Two rounds of shooting directly caused nearly 900 casualties. Many phalanxes began to show signs of collapse, and they The casualties to the coalition troops are still 0.

"Stop! Don't run! Get on me!"

In the face of this small-scale riot, the Russian officers immediately took out their flintlock pistols and killed the soldiers who wanted to escape, and then ordered the Russian soldiers to continue charging.

The Russian soldiers, who were far more afraid of officers than bullets, had to obey the orders of the officers and began to reorganize the phalanx. The phalanx that had suffered heavy losses began to merge into the phalanx with less losses.

When the officers rearranged the phalanx and continued to charge towards the barbed wire, Conrobel's soldiers reloaded the ammunition again.

Two rounds of shooting followed, and the Imperial Russian soldiers who were launching a second charge against the barbed wire obviously did not expect that the opposing coalition army would be loaded with bullets in such a short period of time. Hundreds of Imperial Russian soldiers Once again reimbursed at the gunpoint of the coalition forces.

The fear that was suppressed by the commander was awakened again. This time, the Russian commander's order was obviously not effective for the first time, and the Russian imperial soldiers began to retreat in groups.

Even if the Russian commanders tried their best to prevent the soldiers from retreating, they were still unable to retreat in an avalanche style. They had no choice but to retreat with the current.

In the face of the gradually retreating Russian soldiers, Conrobel was obviously unwilling to let them go.

Under Conrobel's orders, the coalition forces both inside and outside the trenches fired at the Imperial Russian army.

When the Russian imperial soldiers, who had no idea about the range of the Miner gun, were fully convinced that they had withdrawn, a Miner bullet hit them in the back.

Hundreds of lives were lost on the way back. In just over 20 minutes, the Russian Imperial Army gave more than 2,000 lives in front of the barbed wire.

Looking at the background of the Russian Imperial Army gradually moving away, the coalition troops began to cheer, and Conrobel showed a happy smile on his face.

After the brief joy was over, Major General Conrobel began to think about the inadequacies of this war with Captain Jerome Patterson and Brigadier General Bazin.

Captain Jerome Patterson said to Conrobert with his active thinking: "Commander, I find that the Russian Imperial Army is different from ours, and their soldiers will only blindly obey the commander's orders, lacking subjective Mobility, from this aspect the commander of the Russian Empire is the soul that maintains the army! If we can send an army to hunt down their commanders, the entire Russian army will collapse immediately!"

"Hunting the commander? It's really a good idea!" Captain Jerome Patterson's suggestion made Major General Conrobel have a bright feeling.

The Zhuav regiment in his hands is not the right hunter!

"Brigadier General Bazin, now you immediately select a group of people with the best eyesight and the most accurate shooting from the Zhuaf regiment, and bring them together in front of me!" Major General Conrobel said Brigadier General Bazin.

"Yes!" Brigadier Bazin responded briefly, then turned and left.

"Captain Jerome Patterson!"

"exist!"

"Your suggestion is very good! I will take credit for you at Marshal St. Arnault and His Majesty!" Major General Jerome Paterson encouraged: "Trust me! It won't be long before you will be promoted. For the Major!"

"That's great!" Captain Jerome Patterson responded excitedly to Saint Arnault.

The reason why he chose to stay in the army is that he hopes to write a glorious legend of his own one day, so as to get rid of the "influence" of his surname on him.

Now Jerome Patterson is taking a firm step towards his legend.

Just when Conrobel and others effectively destroyed the morale of the Russian Imperial Army, in the temporary camp of the Polish 1st Division.

Little Orlov, the commander of the brigadier general, also reprimanded the two brigade commanders under him who were in charge of the main attack.

"What the **** is going on with you? Why did you withdraw? Who allowed you to withdraw!" Brigadier General Orlov scolded the two brigade commanders aggressively.

"Commander, we don't want it either!" One of the brigade commanders complained aggrievedly to Brigadier General Orlov: "We are defeated like a mountain! We have no way to stop it!"

"That's right! Division commander!" Another brigade commander also complained bitterly: "You don't know how fast the opposing army is firing! Before my army could react, the opposing team had already completed four shots! We Our soldiers were frightened by the fire on the other side and didn't listen to us at all!"

"You are all complaining to me here! Who am I complaining to? I can promise Deputy Commander Gorchakov that I must take the perimeter in the shortest time! It's better now, let's connect the opposite door (barbed wire) I didn't even touch it, and was driven out by the opposite side! You said, how should I report this to the deputy commander!" Brigadier General Orlov obviously didn't want to hear the explanation of his two brigade commanders, he just wanted to Ask for a solution: "What should I do now?"

"Or? Blast it!" One of the brigade commanders responded tentatively.

"Break up? Blow up where?" Brigadier General Orlov asked.

"Bomb the trenches!" The brigade commander replied to the little Orlov, and said with lingering fears: "Commander~www.mtlnovel.com~ You don't know how fast the rifles on the opposite side are firing! If there are no restrictions, we will I'm afraid you can't even get close."

"If we use artillery to suppress the infantry on the opposite side, how can I break through the barbed wire on the opposite side! The infantry alone cannot break through the barbed wire!" Brigadier General Orlov asked again.

"Division commander, we can use pliers to cut them!" The brigade commander then responded to the little Orlov: "We don't need to cut all the barbed wire, as long as we can cut a section of it, our infantry can break through the barbed wire and reach the opposite side. With our army's huge population base, are you afraid that you won't be able to completely suppress them?"

Hearing the words of his brigade commander, little Orlov thought for a while, then nodded and said to him, "It does sound like an effective method! Just do as you say!"

Before the brigade commander could smile, little Orlov said again, "However, this time I will personally go to the front to supervise the battle!"

"This..." The brigade commander said to Brigadier General Orlov with an embarrassed expression: "Master, this subordinate thinks it's safer for you to stay behind!"

"There is no safe place on the battlefield!" Little Orlov responded to the brigade commander, and then raised his hand to stop the brigade commander's words of dissuasion: "Don't worry! I will stand in the place where the rifle can't hit and supervise the battle! "

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