The starting point was about one kilometer away from Wilf Hill. During the first two hundred meters, the queue was relatively orderly. Everyone knew that this distance was still safe. Following Lieutenant Colonel Roessler's bronze whistle, the attacking team moved step by step.
approaching the enemy's position.
Claude stood in the middle of the first row. The speed and parallelism of the teams on both sides were based on him. He walked numbly with his legs into the 800-meter shelling range. At this time,
Claude's spirit was very tense. This was a gamble of life. No one knew whether he would be the one to survive the enemy's fire.
Claude was not the only one, almost all the soldiers were nervous. Their steps also began to become stiff and heavy, and they moved forward step by step amidst the sharp copper whistle next to them. As a soldier, when you step onto the battlefield, this is
Unable to escape his fate, what Claude regretted was that he was caught by Lieutenant Colonel Rosler and did not have the chance to try his own offensive method...
But Lieutenant Colonel Rosler has been ordered by the Grand Prince to lead the Ranger Battalion to attack. As a member of the Ranger Battalion, Claude cannot resist him. If there is a conflict with Lieutenant Colonel Rosler at this time, the only one who will suffer is
In the face of a formidable enemy, no one cares about the opinions of a petty sergeant chief. Lieutenant Colonel Rosler is more willing to treat himself as a chicken...
Seven hundred meters, the enemy did not fire, six hundred meters, the enemy still did not fire the artillery. The atmosphere became more and more tense, and the sweat on Claude's forehead dropped drop by drop. At this moment, he felt that time was so long, and everything seemed to be gone.
Still in his mind, only the sharp copper whistle became so harsh and clear, urging him to move forward involuntarily...
After a very long and very short moment, four loud noises were heard in Claude's ears, and four plumes of white smoke rose from the Wilf Hill position in the distance. Claude's eyes saw four
The black dot grew from small to large, flashing through the air slowly but really quickly. Behind him came the sound of watermelons being smashed, uncontrollable screams, continuous commotion and the scolding of officers.
Voice.
The enemy fired artillery. For some reason, Claude suddenly felt less panicked, his feet also felt like he was walking, and his steps became stronger. The copper whistle was still urging in his ears.
, the team still continues to move forward.
After a minute or two, the artillery on the hilltop fired again. Claude heard four loud noises and saw four plumes of white smoke. He saw the black cannonballs coming closer from far away, then from small to small.
He dove headlong into the queue behind him. This time Claude also heard the shrill whistling sound of the artillery shells flying in the air, and screams and cries came from behind again. It seemed that there were soldiers running back, but
Soon, a scream was accompanied by the officer's loud warning: "Anyone who escapes will be killed without mercy!"
Perhaps the first five attacks caused them to consume too many artillery shells. The enemy position on Wilf Hill fired a total of six or seven rounds of artillery and then ceased fire. But these rounds of artillery still brought a lot of damage to the attacking team.
There were heavy casualties. Even after walking for a long time, Claude could still hear the screams coming from behind. They were the painful wails before death caused by soldiers injured in the shelling...
Claude swore that he would never forget what he had just seen. Of course, he had to survive the offensive battle first. During the enemy's last round of shelling, he almost thought he would die.
.The cannonball clearly grew larger in his eyes, and he felt that the cannonball was aimed at him.
At that moment Claude felt that he had been frozen in this scene. He forgot everything and his mind went blank. He just watched the speed of the cannonball in the air becoming very slow and very clear. He could even see
It was clear that the cannonball was spinning slowly, and the cast lines on the iron ball were faintly discernible. Claude wanted to avoid it, but found that his body could not move, and he could only watch the cannonball rushing towards him...
But in the end, the cannonball passed by a foot away from Claude. Then Claude found that his consciousness returned to his body, and he felt that he was walking forward again, and at the same time, he heard the sounds around him and
There was a "plop" sound of a body falling to the ground and screams and screams from behind. A stream of warm liquid splashed onto Claude's back, and the smell of blood hit his nostrils.
Three hundred meters away, Claude was still walking forward. He saw that the enemies on the Wilf Hill defensive position had already formed up, and pointed the muzzles of their muskets at the attacking attackers who were pressing forward step by step on the gentle hillside.
The team also saw people busy beside the four artillery pieces, stuffing a gray-white cloth bag into the muzzle of the artillery piece, and then pushing it deep into the artillery piece with a long push rod...
Those were shotgun shells. The soldiers in the front row tensed up, and Claude was no exception. If he walked another two hundred meters, he would face the attack of shotgun shells. The artillery fired solid shells based on luck. Whoever was lucky would win the prize.
, and facing this large swath of shotgun, the soldiers at the front all knew that death was close at hand, and no one could avoid it.
Claude was still rational. He reached out to instruct the soldiers in the same queue to keep up and not move slower and slower. He quietly ordered: "Send the order. When you are close to 100 meters, lie down and shoot. The first target is four artillery pieces...
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The sharp copper whistle seemed to have become a little softer. Claude looked sideways to the left, only to see Lieutenant Colonel Rosler walking diagonally to the left, lengthening the distance from the queue. This time with Claude and the others
The queue is already five or six meters away. No wonder he retreated intact from the first two attacks. Numb, you are so far away from the queue, the enemy must be targeting the queue when shooting on the position and not you alone next to it.
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He led the attack and showed his bravery in front of the prince. At the last moment of the attack, he distanced himself to save his own life. At this moment, Claude gritted his teeth in hatred for Lieutenant Colonel Rosler for letting so many soldiers go.
It's so beautiful to think that you could risk your own life and retreat with your own life. If he wasn't in the front row, Claude would really want to shoot Lieutenant Colonel Rosler's black gun, but he can only think about it now, in full view of everyone
Under this circumstance, if he does this, even if he survives this battle, he will not be able to escape the severe punishment of military law.
Two hundred meters away, the enemy formation on Wilf Hill raised their muskets and aimed at the approaching formation on the hillside. Claude's heart began to beat wildly, and he seemed to feel that all the enemy's guns were aimed at them.
He saved himself... and continued to move forward, but in fact the pace of the first row of people had begun to slow down, and the left and right sides were already two positions behind unknowingly...
"Fire!" A command sounded from the enemy's position, and then a cloud of white gunpowder smoke rose up from the neatly arranged troops. Three consecutive bursts of gunfire, and the white gunpowder smoke almost filled the entire position.
No one can underestimate the oncoming gun, but Claude felt as if he was driving a small boat on a stormy sea. The man on the left fell to the ground, not knowing where he was hit. The soldier on the right was.
He opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily as if he was suffocating, making a breathing sound of "hehehe". Claude glanced at him, only to find that his face was distorted, but his footsteps were still moving forward with him...
An unfamiliar soldier in the back row hurriedly took two steps to fill the vacant position on Claude's left side. This was not something he came up willingly, but a subconscious reaction caused by the long-term brainwashing training of marching in formation. First
The vacancies in the platoon were quickly filled by soldiers coming from behind, and everyone was still marching forward step by step.
More than 130 meters away, the enemy team at Wilf Hill had loaded ammunition and raised their muskets again. Claude heard the newly added soldiers on the left praying to the God of War to bless him or give him a shot.
To be beaten to death, so as not to stay in the world and suffer the pain, or to return to his hometown intact and reunite with his family...
Claude glanced at him. He was a soldier in his thirties. The military uniform he wore was the uniform of a local army guard battalion soldier. He walked forward with his eyes closed while praying...
"Fire!" The enemy's command he heard this time was clearer. There were three consecutive gunshots and another violent blow. Claude found that the first row had been riddled with holes.
Almost half of the soldiers were missing at once, and the remaining soldiers were in a daze, staying where they were and not moving forward.
Claude was still not shot, and so was the soldier praying next to him. The unlucky one this time was the soldier with a distorted face on the right. He no longer had to be nervous. A gun hit his chest.
He fell to the ground with a pale face, his expression was very peaceful and lifeless.
The copper whistle became sharper and harsher, and soon came the hoarse roar of Lieutenant Colonel Rosler: "Why are you dazed! Keep moving forward..."
The enemy team on Wilf Hill was nervously loading their muskets. They could fire together again before approaching a distance of 100 meters, but even within a distance of 100 meters, it was still impossible to capture Wilf Hill.
position, because there are four artillery loaded with shotguns waiting for the attackers to arrive. The hillside is so big, two artillery can cover this hillside, and the four artillery fires in turn, and the attackers have no chance of charging.
Go to the battlefield...
I can't go up there and die in vain. I can use my own methods to conquer Wilf's Hill. But the problem is that Lieutenant Colonel Rosler is really in the way. I have to find a way to get rid of him...
Perhaps the enemy on the position was loading the muskets, and because the first row suffered a lot of losses, the queue had stopped at this position. This time Lieutenant Colonel Rosler could not stay nearby, so he had to rush forward
Arriving at the front of the team, he loudly waved the command knife in his hand and shouted: "Form the team immediately and keep moving forward. Don't worry about the wounded soldiers on the ground. Move forward. Those behind will follow and fill up. Move quickly!"
There were a lot of corpses lying on the ground on the hillside. They were the bodies of the soldiers who had died in the previous five attacks. They were all confiscated. Although it was June and the sun was shining in the sky, Claude could feel the cold wind blowing on this hillside.
There was a biting coldness. Looking at Lieutenant Colonel Rosler's distorted face, Claude's heart moved. He stood up and shouted loudly: "The people behind you should make up for it quickly. Use me as the benchmark and line up horizontally. Hurry up!"
Then Claude held the gun in his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand began to draw the pattern of the magic talisman in mid-air under the cover of the gun. At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Rosler began to walk to the left, and he wanted to separate himself from the queue.
distance to avoid becoming the target of fire from enemy positions.
Strange soldiers came up from behind one after another, and stood in a row with Claude. Claude used his right index finger to touch Lieutenant Colonel Rosler a little, cast the spell he was silently chanting in his heart, and then shouted: "Follow me."
I, move forward!"
Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, who had just walked to the left side of the queue, was suddenly stunned. A transparent foam cover appeared around his body. Under the sunlight, the foam cover flashed with colorful lights.
Almost all the enemy soldiers who had loaded ammunition on Wilf's Hill aimed their guns at the big bubble shining in the sun. Many impatient soldiers opened fire directly without even waiting for the officer's order. The gunshots were heard in succession.
Lieutenant Colonel Rosler's body in this big bubble was trembling, and he was beaten into a hornet's nest...
"Get down!" Claude shouted. He didn't know how many people in his squadron were still alive. Maybe the soldiers in the ranger camp would understand what he meant by shouting "get down", but the soldiers in other units didn't understand.
He would treat him as injured and fall to the ground, and continue to move forward stupidly.
There were two corpses of soldiers where Claude chose to lie down, which could be used as cover for Claude. The distance was about 120 meters, Claude clamped the lit match rope to the cover of the medicine box, and then
He set up a musket on the corpse, aimed at the figure around one of the four cannons, and pulled the trigger.
As the gunfire rang out, Claude soon heard dozens of gunshots coming from beside and behind him. There were several missing figures next to the four artillery pieces, and panicked shouts rang out from the enemy's position.
, an artillery even fired, firing out a cloud of shotgun shells, but no one was within its coverage, and it returned in vain.
There was a continuous sound of gunfire behind him. Claude looked back and saw that the soldiers of the Grand Prince's guard battalion were lined up in a neat square formation, using the maximum range of their muskets to shoot at Wilf Hill from 300 meters away.
They launched a volley of fire at the enemy's position. However, their results did not seem to be very good. Only five or six of the enemy's ranks on the position seemed to have fallen...