The soldiers did not take this level of shelling seriously, but the officers could hear something different from the sound of artillery on this scale.
An officer gently tapped the edge of the table with his fingers. During the brief interval of shelling, he looked at his colleagues and said, "It's not a small scale. There are at least 50 front-loading field guns!"
"My calculation is about the same, about 50 artillery pieces. It seems that the opponent has assembled at least five legions of artillery..." Another officer also agreed with his companion's judgment.
"Is it worth a round of counterattack?" The officer who spoke first looked at the artillery commander beside him and asked.
The artillery commander nodded slightly and ordered the signal flag bearer standing not far away: "Let the battalion artillery fire! Give the enemy an appetizer!"
"You are so stingy." The officer on the side laughed at the artillery commander and said, "The enemy has revealed half of their cannons, and you are still reluctant to use the C80?"
"They deserve it?!" The artillery commander curled his lips in disdain, and countered the ridicule of several comrades with contempt: "I asked the artillerymen of the battalion to bully them. There is also a C80. I am afraid of the C80 cannon.
It was so loud that it scared those bastards away!"
"Hahahaha!" A group of officers just laughed. In their laughter, the artillery of the two battalions deployed behind the position and the 10 C64 breech field mounts retreated and let out their roars.
"Boom!" On the position, the air waves from the cannon's muzzle blew away the sand, raised dust, and filled the entire artillery position.
The ballistic trajectories of these retractable cannons are actually not very good. According to classification, they are all cannons with straight trajectories.
However, Tang Mo's C64 artillery uses breech loading, which has good air tightness, long range, accurate shooting, and most importantly - it uses grenades!
Compared to solid bullets, the explosive power of grenades is terrifying. The ten artillery pieces roared together, and their momentum was not inferior to those of the Cyric muzzle-loading cannons that were firing in a new round.
For a moment, there was a rumble of artillery fire on the battlefield, and then dust and columns of smoke rose from Cyric's artillery position.
The grenade fell, hit the ground and triggered the impact fuse, detonating the shell and exploding on Cyric's artillery position.
The shells kicked up dirt, damaged cannons, and killed many unfortunate Cyric artillerymen.
Just after a salvo, Tang Mo's artillery had the advantage of rapid reloading. While the fifty Cyric front-loading field guns were still cleaning the barrels, Tang Mo's cannon opened fire again.
Smokeless gunpowder allowed Tang Mo's artillerymen to save a lot of time when cleaning the gun barrels, and the new artillery shells also made loading very convenient.
In short, the weapons of both sides have actually formed a generation gap. Under this situation, Cyric's side is naturally very passive.
Just when Cyric's artillerymen were preparing for their third salvo despite the enemy's intensive artillery fire, the fifth round of Datang Group's artillery shells fell on top of their heads.
A shell detonated the gunpowder stored next to a cannon, and the explosion blew away all the surrounding artillery and two cannons that were preparing to fire.
The wheels of the two loaded cannons were blown out, and the entire artillery fell down in the field, looking so miserable and miserable.
The soldiers hiding around stood up in twos and threes, dusted off their bodies, and shook their heads to restore their hearing.
Under the supervision of the officers, these artillerymen, who had become somewhat numb and accustomed to it, returned to their artillery in fear, fired, and fired their third salvo.
But this time the salvo fired, the sound of artillery on Cyric's side seemed a little sparse. There were about 20 artillery fires, and the impact points of the artillery shells were still in those empty open spaces...
"Are there any wounded? Is anyone injured?" In the trench, a medical soldier with a white cuff on his arm, carrying a medicine box and holding a revolver on his waist, passed by one bored soldier after another.
He drawled and seemed bored.
There is no way, since the war started, it seems that the entire Datang Group's security forces have not even had a single wounded person. The battle has been like this, and everyone feels a little bored.
So far, Tang Mo has only exposed two machine gun positions, and the total number of people involved in the counterattack is 10 75mm field guns. The enemy on the opposite side is already showing signs of collapse.
Now that things are like this, can everyone not be embarrassed? When we walked out of the barracks and entered the defensive position, everyone was determined to fight bloody battles for the Datang Group. However, when the fight started, everyone realized that training at home would be more interesting...
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The tactical ideas taught by the instructors are much more advanced than the combat literacy shown by the opponent: during the drill, the imaginary enemy was a pervert with machine guns and artillery, but in the actual battle, the opponent was a group of fools who couldn't even lay down...
The gap was too big. A group of warriors who had learned dragon-slaying skills went out to rescue the princess. In the end, they discovered that the person who kidnapped the princess was a little pine tree...
"Is anyone injured? Even those with sprained feet!" the medical soldier shouted, and he couldn't help laughing.
"I may have had insomnia, I haven't even fallen asleep yet!" A soldier holding a gun joked amid the sound of cannons, and the laughter of several soldiers around him became even louder.
"Shut up, everyone! You're still laughing! Shut up! Be serious! This is a war!" the squad leader, carrying a lever rifle while patrolling the position, scolded while holding back his laughter.
"Someone is wounded in front! Someone is wounded here!" Finally, a solid shell hit the trench, raising a cloud of dust. The soldiers shouted from the front, urgent and nervous: "Medic! Medic!
Soldier!"
Upon hearing the call, the medical soldier who had been bored just now immediately became energetic, as if he was recharged. He held the medical box in one hand and rushed forward.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He was so excited that he took three strides and rushed to the side of the soldier who called the medic. He asked loudly and happily: "The wounded man
Here! Where are the wounded?"
The soldier was patting the dirt off his shoulders, squinting and pointing to the other side of the trench where a piece of the trench had collapsed.
The medical soldier rushed over, jumped over the round shells embedded in the soil, knelt down on one knee, and nervously looked at the body of the soldier sitting on the ground.
The soldier was a little embarrassed and very embarrassed. When the medic asked him for the third time, he handed a hand to the medic who had finally found a job: "This... hurts here."
The medical soldier took a closer look and finally found the wound: some skin was scratched on the fist bones on the back of the soldier's hand.
"No, it doesn't matter, right?" The soldier seemed to feel that his comrade was making a fuss out of a molehill. The soldier asked a little embarrassed.
"Thankfully I'm here..." The medical soldier took out the hemostatic powder and a piece of cut gauze from his pocket, lowered his head and bandaged the soldier and said.
"Ah? Is it serious?" The so-called wounded soldier was a little confused. When he was working as a cobbler, he would occasionally get injuries on his hands, and sometimes it would be much more serious than this. At that time, he didn't even bandage it, so he thought it was a minor injury.
Totally unnecessary.
But from what the medical soldier said, it seemed as if this inconspicuous injury was serious.
"Fortunately, I ran here...otherwise everything would have been fine." The medical soldier said while wrapping gauze on the soldier's hand while gasping.
"Pfft... Hahahaha!" A group of soldiers hiding in the trench with their guns couldn't bear it anymore and laughed together. They laughed wildly, just like a group of children laughing on a spring outing.
Finally, the sound of artillery began to gradually subside. Cyric finally couldn't bear the losses and ordered the artillery to withdraw from the battle in embarrassment.
The 10 artillery pieces of the Datang Group fired nearly 100 rounds of grenades at extremely fast speeds, teaching Cyric's private army how to behave.
After leaving behind the bodies of more than 300 soldiers and the wreckage of 29 artillery pieces, Cyric's troops retreated one kilometer before stopping to regroup.
As a result, almost one-tenth of Cyric's troops were wiped out, and one-third of the cannons were lost...
And they don't even know what their opponents are like, what weapons they have, and what trump cards they have.
What annoys Giss the most is that what he was most worried about has happened. Datang Group has risen from every aspect and is no longer so easy to deal with.
And in terms of artillery, where he felt the gap was the smallest, Cyric was no longer a match for Datang Group.
"Sir! You can't make fun of our capital! Letting the soldiers die in vain will cause more trouble." Baron Stella persuaded Guise with a guilty conscience.
He was unwilling to let his troops go up to die, and he had just seen the enemy's artillery fire with his own eyes. He felt that he should not bury all his capital in this poor place.
"Then what should we do? Say sorry to that bastard Tang Mo, I went to the wrong place and disturbed you?" Guis clenched his fists, stared at Baron Stella and asked: "Since you want a share of the pie, and
You came here with your troops, do you still expect to go back? Do you think Wright VII can let you go?"
Stella felt dizzy when she mentioned this matter - after all, he made the bet too early. If he knew that Datang Group was so difficult to deal with, he would definitely not follow Cyric to cause trouble.
Thinking of this, he sighed and asked with some confusion: "So, sir, what should we do now...?"
"My people charge first! If one legion doesn't come down, it's your turn to continue attacking! If you still can't bring it down, I'll let another legion go up! I don't believe it! Three legions took turns to attack, but they still can't take it down
Tang Mo’s first line of defense for that bastard!” Gis said through gritted teeth.
Baron Stella breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his troops did not have to be the first to charge. After thinking about it, he felt that this was the only way to do it, so he stood up and said, "Sir, I will go back to the legion to prepare."
After Stella walked out of the big tent, Giese looked at Chumluo who was standing there doing nothing, and scolded in a low voice: "Why don't you stare at him? Idiot!"
