The Servant Army, composed of the Sendai Railway workers, was a little twisted in weapon configuration. Zhao Xin, Wang Yuanfang and others did not want these guys to master the standard weapons of the North Navy, and at the same time they had to ensure a certain degree of firepower output, so they issued three homemade wooden grenades to each soldier. However, since the war in Bacheng started, the soldiers of the Servant Army have not used it.

When the two hundred Württemberg soldiers walking in the front emerged from the thick smoke and were only forty meters away from the right wing of the Northern Navy Line, if it weren't for the loud reminder of a platoon leader, many servant soldiers would have almost forgotten that they were carrying "bombs"!

As soon as the platoon leader finished speaking, the soldiers who had fired the gun in the second row didn't care about loading the bullets. They swung the rifle on their shoulders, took out the grenade from the cloth bag at their waist, unscrewed the safety cover, pulled the pull ring, and threw it out. Because of nervousness, more than a dozen soldiers didn't even pull the pull ring, just as they hit people. As soon as the grenade was thrown out, the platoon leader shouted and asked the people around him to squat down. He could see clearly that a few grenades were thrown more than twenty meters away.

The North Navy's grenade imitates the "Type 67 grenade" from another time and space. The charge is 38 grams and the preset killing radius is seven meters. However, this thing is said to be seven meters. In actual testing, the arsenal found that it has lethality 80 meters away from the explosion point. If it is an open and unobstructed area, the fragment can cause injuries to 150 meters away. If it is a screeched to the aorta on the neck, it will be finished in minutes.

However, the Württemberg soldiers who were more than 40 meters away didn't know that they were still measured by the black powder grenades used by European grenadiers. The main function of grenades in this year was to disrupt the enemy's formation and cause psychological panic. If you really want to eliminate the opponent, you have to rely on guns and bayonets.

So in a queue of people standing shoulder to shoulder, except for some people shaking their heads to avoid the iron bumps that hit their foreheads, most of the soldiers looked at the grenades thrown by the servants. They raised their guns in front of them with loud commands by the officer holding the command knife.

“Pre-..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The deafening explosions were heard one after another, and the continuous rise of gray and black smoke enveloped all the two hundred enemy troops forty meters away. On the vassal positions, crackling soil and rocks fell down like rain, with some broken blue cloth heads, bloody pieces of meat, and even fingers and toes...

A gust of wind blew across the field, gradually dissipating the smoke of gunpowder and gradually becoming clearer. All the VOC soldiers who were marching forward behind the two hundred people stopped and stopped. Some guys even stopped and looked at the ground twenty meters away in horror, and even forgot about the bullets fired from the North Navy position.

What a scene! None of the two hundred elite infantry soldiers stood, all of them fell to the ground in blood and blood. The survivors let out a wail like wild beasts, and the scene was terrible. In fact, the two platoons behind had to thank the dead and wounded. If they had not been standing so closely and almost endured all the fragments and injuries, they would not have been much better.

Seeing that his soldiers were not standing, the officer leading the team who had noticed the situation ahead shouted: "Can't stop! Let them shoot, and then continue to move forward!"

"The enemy is going to shoot! Squat down!"

The servant soldiers behind the chest wall shot a round of bullets at the enemy 80 meters away in chaos, then squatted down, revealing only half of their heads, observing the situation.

"Rise the gun! Aim! Shoot!"

The officers from Wurtemberg quickly issued the order to open fire. The soldiers carried out in a daze like puppets. As fire lights spewed out from the muzzle, hundreds of lead bullets hit the outside of the sandbag wall, crackling; some bullets flew over from above the fortifications and hit several soldiers who were busy loading.

Well, the Württemberg soldiers finally completed their first shooting at an distance of 80 meters. The other battalions on the same plane did not dare to go forward any further. They all stopped at 80 meters and splashed ammunition, and then advanced ten steps to another round.

As the VOC troops began to shoot, the servants after the fortification began to suffer sporadic casualties. Most of them were shot because they had to stand up when loading. So in order to speed up the loading rhythm, some soldiers took out two pieces from the cowhide bags that were loading the fire hat and bit them in their mouths. After the bullet was pressed into the chamber with the bullet rod, they could quickly install the fire hat. When the other soldiers saw it, they quickly followed suit.

The four 12-pound cannons behind the position were no longer enough to shell the enemy infantry. The VOC's artillery had pushed several four-pound cannon cars to approach the 500-meter position and had to be knocked out as soon as possible. This thing was very convenient to move, and only 4 people could push it. Since Gustav used it, it has become the standard battlefield configuration for European countries.

After forty minutes of the battle, as casualties on the front line continued to increase, Van der Gus gritted his teeth and pushed the final reserve team up. He did not expect that the grenades on the opposite enemy were so fierce and had a great impact on the morale of the soldiers under his command. However, as he said himself, there was no choice.

However, what he didn't know was that the reason why Hood, on the other side, had been suffering from the casualties of soldiers caused by close combat was that he was waiting for him to push all his troops up.

Hood had great ambitions. He planned to wipe out the two regiments on the opposite side, and did not want to let them back to the other side. When he observed in the telescope that the last two enemy battalions were also dispatched, he knew that the 100mm rapid-fire cannon on the armored vehicle could fire.

"Bang!"

A strange sound of cannon echoed in the wilderness. Van der Gus subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a cannonball falling behind the two battalions that had already set out. The earth trembled violently, as if the sky and the earth were cracking. The soldiers of the two battalions were startled and immediately accelerated their pace under the command of the officer.

"not good!"

He keenly felt that the situation was wrong. Since the enemy's cannon could hit so far, why didn't he start like this? Unexpectedly, before he could think more, more shells flew towards him. First, they landed on the left, then on the right, then on the top of his head, and finally dozens of meters in front of him.

Amid the rumbling explosion, Van der Gus, who was overturned by a horse, lay down on the ground, while his adjutant lay on him, almost suppressing him. The shock waves that kept bursting around him made him feel the air waves rolling and the soil splashing, as if the whole world was overturned by the opponent's artillery fire. The explosion's flames and vibrations made people dizzy, with huge sounds and scorching shock waves conveying the message of death.

When the constant artillery fire finally left his position, Van der Gus shouted at the adjutant, wanting to get the other party up. However, when he struggled to push the adjutant away, he found that the other party was dead.

Van der Gus was a little confused. He recalled in a daze what happened just now. After fighting for so many years, he had encountered large-scale artillery bombardment before, but it has never been like this time, it was simply a devastating world!

He groped on himself and confirmed that he was intact. There were many people in his location just now, some people raising flags, some looking at maps, some passing orders to report the situation ahead, and even wandering around. Dozens of war horses, baggage trucks, and ammunition boxes are all gone now, just like the streets sweeping by a storm.

In the dirty air behind me, explosions came one after another, balls of yellow lightning attacked the ground, and 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 out were already shrouded in flames and smoke, and there was no figure. It seemed that the entire army had suddenly sank into the ground.

Not far away, a horse covered in blood ran out of the smoke in a strange posture. It only had three legs left, which was very terrifying. Another white horse followed, but there was no one on it. However, with the explosion of a shell, the horse was swept in by the flames.

The whole world in his sight was shaking. Van der Gus climbed behind a horse with his hands and feet, looked up and looked up at the horse's body. The explosions on the battlefield hundreds of meters away were still not stopping. Suddenly, a shell hit the ammunition truck that was accompanied by the four-pound cannon. A huge yellow fireball rose into the air, and then turned into a huge black pillar of smoke. In the scene like the end of the world, he saw a guy in a blue military uniform flying to a place more than ten meters high in the air, and then rolling and spinning to land on the ground.

It's over! Van der Gus wanted to stand up and find a horse to leave this bloody hell, but the explosion just now made him dizzy and fell down after walking for a few steps. Dust and smoke enveloped him, and he lay down on the ground face down, thinking that I could stand up after a while. But gradually, the world around him became blurred, and even the continuous explosion sounded hypnotic. Although it was still as crazy as the North Navy's shelling, it gradually retreated like a tide...

Well, Major General Van der Gus fainted from a concussion. However, on the battlefield ahead of him, artillery fire was still raging, stone chips, sand, shrapnel mixed with people shouting and neighing, floating on the battlefield, filling the ears of the servants behind the sandbag forensic work.

Looking at the continuous explosions not far away, Hu De leaned into the second battalion commander beside him and shouted: "Battleman Ma, go to the left wing! Let's take a full attack!"

"Charge on the whole line?" The second battalion commander didn't hear it clearly, so he hurriedly asked.

Hood nodded and said, "After the armored vehicles cease fire, the horn soldiers will blow the charge, and your battalion will rush straight along the left side, rushing to a position 800 meters away, and then surrounded it, and one of them will not let them run away. Pay attention to searching the location of their commander's military flag just now."

"Yes! I understand!"

"Everyone, get the bayonet!"

As the commanders riding horses ran around the fortifications, the soldiers behind the chest wall excitedly took out the bayonets and put them in, and a clang of metal collision sounded.

Finally, the 30mm cannon on the armored vehicle stopped firing. Hood was already standing in the gap between two sections of sandbag walls, and the flag-holding soldiers behind him had already raised the military flag high into the air. He raised his sword and shouted loudly: "Everyone follows me! Go forward!"

The horn soldiers blew the charge, and Hood took the lead in leaving the fortifications. But before he could run a few steps, the adjutants and guards who came behind him blocked him in front. On both sides and behind him, nearly two thousand soldiers also roared like beasts. They gushed out like a tide from the gap between the walls of sandbags like a tide and pressed towards the enemy on the opposite side.

When the enemy's corpses appeared in the soldiers' vision, the originally densely arranged formations became loose, and the soldiers were divided into sections, and the orders to "keep up" sounded from time to time in the team.

The ground was full of corpses, like broken sandbag walls, and pieces were filled with pieces. Countless people in blue and red uniforms fell in pools of blood, making the land under their feet muddy and slippery, and the chargers could only walk around. At this time, on the battlefield, only the woods on the left were still sounding gunfire. It was Quan Baocai's lineup that opened fire on the enemy troops who fled into the forest.

When the thick smoke was blown away by the wind, a blonde soldier in a blue and red uniform appeared in Hood's right field of view. His left hand grabbed his broken arm and looked at the oncoming enemy with a numb expression. He neither expressed surrender nor threw down his broken arm to grab the weapons under his feet. The soldiers passing by him seemed a little hesitant, should they shoot or not?

"This man looks very pitiful."

"Yes, I'm afraid I'm stupid by the shells, right?"

"Don't kill him, keep it as a prisoner."

"The arms are gone, the blood is almost gone, and I can't work."

"Why give him a bayonet."

"Forget it, he's like this, he can't survive."

Several soldiers said this and trotted past the Württemberg wounded soldier. Someone even looked back and saw the wounded soldier sitting on the ground, leaning against a corpse, his head slowly drooped, but his hand was still holding his broken arm.

The people of the Second Battalion ran very quickly. When they were moving forward, they divided a platoon of men and joined the battle in the woods, and carried out a final siege of Quan Baocai's platoon to attack the enemies in the woods. Hundreds of VOC soldiers who fled into the woods had no intention of resisting. They ignored the bullets flying by their side and wanted to pass through the woods and jump into the Urong River to swim to the other side.

Major General Van der Gus finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had forgotten the existence of time. The sound of cannons around him had stopped, and only sporadic gunfire was still ringing.

He forced himself to stand up, kneeling on the ground with his knees, feeling a little dizzy. He suddenly heard footsteps beside him, and a blood-stained officer from Württemberg stumbled over ten meters away, and Van der Gus recognized the rank of lieutenant on the other side.

"Lieutenant, how many people are left of us?"

The lieutenant felt a little unbelievable when he saw the major general who had stood up, but he just hesitated for a moment and ran away to the east without looking back.
Chapter completed!