Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 224: Suppressive Attacks

The golden monotube telescope with a fine pattern fell on the big rock and the lens cracked. Grand Prince Hansburg stared at the soldiers lying in a row on the hillside of Wilfgang in the distance. I didn't understand what was going on here...

It wasn't just him, all the servants and soldiers standing in the back watching the war were stupid, staring at the battlefield, and suddenly the offensive war became very weird. First, the attacking queues were fired upon by the enemy at the defensive positions and suffered enormous casualties, all of which were clearly seen, and the soldiers in the first platoons were almost emptied.

But Lieutenant Colonel Rossler, who then commanded the offensive, waved the commander's knife and ordered the soldiers in the rear row to fill the vacancies and rearrange the queue to launch the offensive again. Everything was fine at the time. And when the enemies in the defensive position were loaded with ammunition ready to fire again, they retreated to Lieutenant Colonel Rossler next to the queue and suddenly a large foam cover appeared, shining in the sunlight, attracting the attention of the enemies, so much so that they were shot with full fire that they were hit into the wasp...

At this point, if any officers are present, they should immediately take over the responsibility of directing the attack and march forward as soon as the enemy has just fired. But starting with the soldiers in the front row, they suddenly fell to the ground, followed by the soldiers in the immediate rear, who fell on the floor in a row. There were only a dozen low-ranking officers left on the hillside battlefield who stood there unexpectedly looking at the soldiers lying on the ground, several officers hesitated to lie down and then the remaining officers lay down on the ground one by one...

If the Grand Prince were also on the hillside, he would understand why the officers were down. Not waiting to be a target for the line of enemies in the defensive position on the Weave post, and this is also a kind of folk psychology. Why is everyone standing on my back? There has been an order from the front to lie down. Although I don't know what's going on, it's always right to obey the order. Besides, it's always better to lie down than to die. There is also a sense of security...

Now the Grand Prince's guard battalion stands exactly 300 metres away from the enemy's position, firing all kinds of fire. In addition, soldiers lying on the ground opened fire on enemy positions, starting from the front row, and soldiers lying on the ground behind them, regardless of 3721, held their guns and opened fire on enemy positions on the Weave post. White nitrous smoke quickly spread all over the hillside, turning white...

“What the hell is going on?” Prince Hansburg jumped like a thunderbolt: “How could Rossler do magic, why would those soldiers lie on the ground and who could explain it to me? ”

Prince Hansburg had great confidence in the attack, and Lieutenant Colonel Rossler had commanded the attack twice. According to his report, the remaining strength of the enemies at the Wulf post was about five or six hundred, and the previous five attacks had consumed a large stockpile of artillery shells at the position, which could surely be taken back if one or two more attacks were persisted.

Prince Hansburg was convinced that the enemy had fired artillery more than 500 metres after the attack had begun and had stopped firing only six rounds, which gave him great confidence. It is not paranoid that enemy shells consume too much and are not supplied, striking with superior force and recapturing positions. As for the number of soldiers killed or injured, this is not currently under consideration by the Grand Prince...

And that's when the enemies at the Wilf Post started to panic, a situation they'd never met. The enemy fell to the ground and did not advance so far that the artillery loaded with shotguns at the four doors was rendered useless, unable to hit the enemy and not far enough away. Soldiers lined up in positions were targeted by fire from the enemy battalion 300 meters away. Although they fired only a few casualties at a time, no one could stand to be the target without fighting back!

The most intolerable enemies are those lying on the hillside. If you don't want to come up and die, lie down and shoot. The first shooting brought down dozens of soldiers queued in the position, and the artillery crews of the four guns were almost emptied. For the soldiers of the kingdom of Nasseri, their impression is that shooting on the ground is OK, but you have to stand up when loaded, so long as you stand up, we can fight back.

But the problem was that the enemy was still lying there, and no one stood up, and dozens of guns continued to fire. Almost every time a gunshot was fired, soldiers in a defensive position queue fell to the ground, and, as for the four artillery guns, no one was willing to approach them, and any person appearing next to them would be the target of several guns.

Claude gave the order, and now he's the front line commander. Once Lieutenant Colonel Rossler was dead, the soldiers in the front platoon were dominated by his orders, and the lieutenant officers in the back did not want to come forward and shoot him in command, and nobody was willing to go up and die.

There are also nearly 100 soldiers in the guerrilla barracks, some of whom are wounded. The sergeant behind Claude, the one Claude knew, called Lieutenant Colonel Rossler the veteran oil of the old boy. He was following Claude, trying to pretend he was injured and fall for his life. Unexpectedly, Claude shouted for him to fall down, so he fell down and passed the order back on, and everyone fell down.

Claude looked up and found that more than 20 of his squadron were still alive, and Berklin was lucky to be unharmed. Instead, Diavid fell aside, wrapped a bandage around his arm and was covered in blood, but he was in good spirits, and three or four soldiers who commanded his own squadron to survive fell on the ground and loaded it with gunfire.

“You, go down and get me the same gun down there.” Claude loaded the gun in his hand and kicked the 30-year-old soldier who continued to pray to the god of war by his feet.

“Oh.” The soldier stopped praying, ready to climb, and Claude grabbed him, “Wanna die, get down on the ground, don't stand up as a target. ”

“Hasley!” Claude called the veteran Sergeant Oil, who was lying behind him.

“What?” Veteran oil is also lying around loading guns and moving a little slowly.

“Pass it on, let the soldiers in the back hand over the guns from our Rangers' camp, and let them mount bayonets and prepare to strike!” Claude said.

“Strike, you're crazy. Just get down on the ground and shoot. Why are you going to die?” The veteran oil whispered.

Claude kicked him in the shoulder with his ankle: "How can we occupy the position if we don't fight? If we pull back in the back and attack the whole team, isn't that the same thing? It would be less troublesome if Bo took up a position now. Besides, I didn't ask you to go to the storm, you just lay on the ground and shoot me as cover, let the soldiers from other battalions go to the storm...”

“Understood.” The veteran Oil Company nodded. "Okay, listen to you, I'll pass it down and put them on the bayonet. ”

Without knowing how Claude planned to occupy the position earlier, the great prince behind him was angrily ordering: "Blow the trumpet and let the men above take it down, and we will launch the offensive as a whole. ”

“Wait, Your Royal Highness, take a look at the situation above. Our men are attacking.” Captain Skerry handed the bronze monotube telescope in his hand to Prince Hansburg.

“Is shooting on the ground an offense?” The Grand Prince made a mockery of it, but asked the Herald to wait and take Captain Skerry's single-barrel telescope himself and prepare to see exactly what it was.

“What are they doing with the bayonet?” Prince Hansburg muttered in alarm, then saw the first two platoons of soldiers lifting their guns, firing, then handing over the fired guns to the soldiers next to them, taking over another gun already loaded with ammunition and continuing to aim.

“They're still lying on the ground loading guns?” The Grand Prince remembered the training given to him by the sergeant named Graham, who had previously seen him at the entrance to the mountain path. It is clear from the single-barrel telescope that the first two platoons of firing soldiers were carrying all Obash Type III flash rope guns, while those behind them with Obash Type II flash rope guns mounted bayonets and slowly crawled forward on the hillside...

Prince Hansburg opened his mouth in astonishment when he pointed the single-barrel telescope at the enemy defensive position on the Weave post. Unexpectedly, enemies lined up for full firing have disappeared, mostly hiding behind various defensive installations with guns and firing indiscriminately, but posing no threat to the offensive team lying on the hillside. Instead, those enemies who were exposed were quickly hit by bullets fired at the bottom of the hill to earn their lives on the ground.

“Turns out this is the real purpose of the Obash 3 type firerope gun…” Prince Hansburg suddenly realized, hateful, I almost went astray and thought that this precisely targeted firearm could only play a role in the defensive battle, I didn't expect to be able to suppress the enemy's counterattack with precise targeting in the offensive, making it impossible for them to defend effectively.

“Their cannons cannot be used…" This is a clear fact, as evidenced by the pile of bodies surrounding the four cannons, and any enemy appearing next to the cannon will be shot by several guns. As for queuing fire, that was a joke, queuing up as targets for soldiers on the hillside.

The more Prince Hansburg looked, the more excited he got: "Damn it, Rossler, how could I have appointed this fool to run the parade camp? How could he have never reported it? Shit! ”

After half a day of scolding, Prince Hansburg remembered that Lieutenant Colonel Rossler had been beaten into a wasp nest: "Well done, you fool! If I had fought like this, this Weaver post would have been taken back, and I wouldn't have had to sacrifice so many soldiers to pay so many casualties..."

It was only then that Grand Prince Hansburg remembered the bodies of the soldiers behind him, all over the hillside, in a bit of a heavy mood. Captain Skerry whispered beside him, saying that an hour ago you were complimenting Lieutenant Colonel Rossler for being a courageous soldier with extraordinary courage, first class. He was also promised that he would be promoted to the rank of colonel when he regained his post as head of a regiment.

“Baker, Didd, Shashley, you commanded the soldiers of the guerrilla barracks to keep firing and cover us. Remember, the first target is next to the cannon!” Claude ordered.

“Yes!”

“Understood…”

“Yes!”

Three people answered three times.

“Follow me and go!” Claude got up, bent over and flushed forward. But no one followed him, and most of the soldiers with bayonets were still hesitating.

Claude rushed forward a dozen steps and looked back, sweating down, only three or four people following him, most of the soldiers still lying on the ground.

“Brothers, retreat is military law. It's a dead end! Only forward! There's a way forward! Get the bayonet. Follow me. Run! ”

Claude's roar came down, and the low-ranking officers who were lying on the ground were awake, and they knew very well that the big prince behind them was staring at himself, and at this point they were going to be punished by military justice if they didn't show up. Claude was right, the enemy had been suppressed by the shooting ahead and rushed to a blade fight. So they hurriedly climbed up and even kicked the soldiers with kicks and ordered them to go up.

Also the enemies in the defensive position heard Claude's roar. Many of them shot down with guns, and some of the enemies who were not afraid to die rushed to the cannon, but unfortunately they were all knocked down by bullets fired down the hill...

Several stray bullets fired from defensive positions passed through Claude, and two soldiers running straight ahead fell on the ground.

“Come on, bend over, don't be a target! The guns are dumb, the bayonets are good guys, don't be afraid, the enemies are all cowards, we rush up to them and they will run away...” Claude yelled at the soldiers to rush up, and he knelt down and aimed himself at an enemy who was impatiently loading the guns that had just been fired, and the enemy fell to the ground. Claude held the bayonet's gun and bent forward and rushed up.

“Up! Up!” Single binoculars show soldiers rushing into defensive positions and enemies fighting with bayonets, and Prince Hansburg dances with his hands behind him: “Order now, let the guard battalion follow suit, move fast! ”

“Yes, Your Highness! ”