"Assemble!" The officer, with his hands behind his back and wearing a gray-green military uniform and an M35 helmet, raised his chin and looked at his soldiers gathering into a neat square in front of him.
"Check the equipment!" Not far away, a company commander shouted loudly to the soldiers assembled in the entire barracks.
Then, a rustling sound rang out, and all the soldiers lowered their heads to check their equipment, as well as all the equipment they were required to carry with them.
According to the requirements of the Datang Group, each soldier must carry 90 rounds of ammunition. These bullets are stored in ammunition bags on both sides, as well as spare ammunition bags behind him, and in the luggage.
There are three ammunition bags under the ribs on one side, and each ammunition bag contains 10 rounds of ammunition, so the ammunition carrying capacity under the ribs on one side is 30 rounds, and the same on the other side, so the number of ammunition on the chest is 60 rounds.
There is also a spare ammunition bag behind him, which contains 10 rounds of emergency ammunition. Under normal circumstances, it is not allowed to be used easily.
Hanging under this ammunition reserve is an engineering shovel. The remaining 25 rounds of ammunition are usually placed in the luggage bag, but many soldiers prefer to scatter them in their own pockets. There is no hard requirement for this.
In addition, in order to increase the survival rate on the battlefield, each soldier is also issued 6 spare bullets for the revolver, but there are no regulations on where these bullets should be placed.
There are 12 soldiers in an infantry squad. The squad leader's weapons are completely different. He is equipped with a lever rifle, and the barrel is short and can only hold 7 bullets at a time.
Under normal circumstances, this squad leader is not responsible for long-range firing tasks. He is mostly responsible for command work, so the weapons he distributes pursue firing efficiency.
In fact, Tang Mo plans to equip these commanders with submachine guns or assault rifles in the future. Unfortunately, he has not yet produced these weapons, so he can only use the existing equipment at hand to strengthen them as much as possible.
Already.
Although the lever rifle had many flaws on the battlefield, Tang Mo liked its ability to fire continuously, so he temporarily took it over and used it for a while.
The amount of ammunition each squad leader has to carry is a bit more. Each of them has to carry 150 rounds of revolver bullets, which are used to load lever rifles and revolvers of the same model.
In addition, every soldier of the Datang Group must carry three days' worth of dry food, including three pieces of bread, related butter and dried meat, candies, and jars of ingredients, placed in cloth pockets
Fried noodles, dried radish and sun-dried and chopped vegetables - these are used to make soup.
Similarly, in the bag behind the soldier, there was a change of underwear, two pairs of dry socks, and a simple first aid kit.
This first aid kit contains clean gauze, a strong tourniquet, some hemostatic powder, small scissors and tweezers.
You must know that no army in the world is willing to distribute these things to soldiers that basically cannot improve combat effectiveness.
But Tang Mo actually distributed these expensive items as necessities to every soldier.
This kind of action is equivalent to showing to all the soldiers "I value you very much", so everyone is very moved and willing to sacrifice their lives for such a master.
Not to mention, Tang Mo taught these soldiers knowledge and trained them into real warriors. Now they have to use their actual actions to prove their loyalty, so every one of them is very excited.
"Do you know what I'm most excited about right now?" A soldier inserted a grenade into his belt, twisted his neck and asked his comrades beside him.
His comrade was inserting a sharp dagger into the scabbard hidden in the edge of his boot on the side of his calf, and subconsciously asked, "What?"
The soldier who asked the question grinned: "I am finally qualified to fight for Mr. Tang!"
The soldier who had just hidden the dagger licked his lips and said with the same smile: "Come on! Let them see how terrible what we have learned is!"
Near the outskirts of Bunas, in an inconspicuous field full of weeds, a cover board was carefully removed on a small mound covered with weeds.
"Signal Corps! Go tell the company commander that we have entered the position!" A platoon-level officer with a leather tube holding a monocular on his chest blew away the bugs on the grass blades in front of him and looked into the distance.
The official road below.
Here they could overlook the entire road, which was extremely clear, and the shooting range was also very good. And right behind him, in a well-camouflaged concrete bunker, a shooter had just opened the receiver of the weapon in front of him.
The deputy shooter put the canvas belt of the Maxim heavy machine gun on without saying a word, and the shooter skillfully suppressed the belt.
On the other side of the road, in a quiet position, soldiers wearing steel helmets bent down one after another, moving along the trenches that were winding like earthworms, casually placing an ammunition box they were carrying every few meters away.
Grass has begun to grow in the corners of the trench.
"The crossfire has been arranged! If the other side starts to attack... I don't know how to describe them... disaster? Massacre? In short, they will die. If they don't have time to escape, they will be killed by us." An officer looked at the vigilant chasseurs.
Entering the position, he said to the officer standing next to him.
"We have only deployed three companies on the front line, with just over 600 people." The officer standing there was Loew, the commander of the first line of defense. He said with some regret: "This may be my biggest regret."
"When they enter the crossfire coverage area, they can only pray for themselves." The officer said to Loew with a smile.
"If prayer is useful..." Loew said with a sneer behind the hidden bushes, looking at the flags that had appeared on the horizon in the distance.
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"Bah!" At Factory No. 1 Station, a train that had been waiting here for a long time spurted white smoke from both sides, and the billowing fog immediately engulfed the platform, making the place feel like a fairyland.
In the station, the workers responsible for transporting supplies watched the military train leave the platform with some unhappiness, slowly shaking the wheels and moving away bit by bit.
Behind the front of this train are unprotected flat-bed carriages. On each such carriage, two C80 breech-loading field guns are fixed with ropes!
They are 120mm caliber giant guns that rarely appear in field environments in this era. They can all use the most advanced grenades. Because the breech is loaded with rifling, they have an amazing range and ultra-high accuracy.
One train was equipped with 10 such artillery pieces, and the remaining carriages were filled with ammunition for these cannons.
This train can maneuver along the rails behind Tang Mo's defensive position. When the ammunition is used up, it can return to Factory No. 1 to replenish it immediately.
With the support of these artillery pieces, plus the cannons already equipped by each unit, Tang Mo's defense line can immediately mobilize at least 15 cannons in any direction. This firepower is already quite terrifying.
With just one order, these artillery pieces can project shells onto the battlefield at extremely fast speeds, covering a large area instantly...
An officer walked into the carefully set up command post on the position, stood at attention and saluted, and handed the document to Weiss beside Tang Mo: "The reconnaissance force confirmed that the opponent's leading troops have approached our front-line defense position. They have already
They crossed the border and a few hours ago burned down some of the villages we controlled."
Tang Mo looked at the report that Weiss handed him, and nodded slightly to the officer who sent the letter: "Let each unit fight back independently according to the originally planned plan! Get closer first and then attack, so as to expose the trump card thoroughly and at the same time.
Cripple the opponent!"
"Telegram!" Next to a soldier who was pedaling a bicycle, the soldier sitting in front of the telegraph machine tore off a piece of telegraph paper and handed it to Redman behind him.
Redman read the above content and then reported to Tang Mohui: "The artillery train has left the platform. It is currently patrolling from south to north. It will be behind us in about 15 minutes."
"Sometimes I really want to have a good talk with Guise and show him our weapons, and then he will cry and say sorry to me, admit his mistake to me, and then wrap the rope around the beam while trembling.
Hang yourself in front of me..." Tang Mo looked at the flags popping up one after another on the horizon in the distance, and said coldly to Weiss beside him.
"If he has such courage, then I respect him as a man." Weiss curled his lips disdainfully.
"I'm blaming him. It's him who made me spend so much unjust money! And he made me damn... damn... stand here... wasting such damn time!" Tang Mo gritted his teeth.
He cursed angrily.
"The enemy has entered the artillery coverage!" An artillery observer put down the monocular in front of him and turned around to report loudly to Tang Mo and other commanders.
"Hold still!" Redman ordered loudly: "Let the enemy troops enter the planned strike area! Don't act rashly!"
"The enemy's deep phalanx has entered the range of our artillery strikes!" After a while, another observer reported loudly.
"Don't fire! Stay silent!" Redman glanced at Tang Mo and continued to give instructions loudly.
"The enemy is approaching the Jaeger defense line!" Soon, the third observer shouted loudly.
"Semaphore! Get ready!" Redman glanced at Tang Mo again and ordered nervously. The enemy was only a dozen meters away from the advancing Jaeger defense system.
"Okay, gentlemen! Let our guests cheer for our enthusiasm!" Tang Mo raised his arms and slashed forward: "The machine guns on both wings opened fire, let Cyric's idiots know who is the real one.
