"No..." Earl Tablis let out a howl like a wolf. He looked at the retreating crowd and roared angrily. The Earl, who had lost his mind, even took out his pistol and fired three times, hitting the retreating soldiers at the front. Knocked to the ground.
"Go back! Everyone, go back! Shame, you are a shame to the empire... Look up at your enemies, there are only three hundred people, only three hundred people..."
Yes, the old earl was right. There were only three hundred enemies, but it was questionable whether they were human beings. I have never seen such tenacious soldiers, and I have never encountered such a crazy density of fire coverage.
Once the more than 300 Mauser rifles started firing at full speed, they instantly fired with the momentum of thousands of muzzle-loading rifles. Coupled with the countless grenades and incendiary bombs in the special mixed camp, the charging Austrian army suffered the ultimate blow. Heavy casualties.
It's not that we can't accept sacrifices. We also know that there are only so many enemies, but as a commander, you also have to consider the psychological pressure that increased casualties will put on soldiers. No matter how strong their nerves are, there will be a moment when their nerves collapse.
If one charge is unsuccessful, we can charge a second or third time... However, when we have failed for the fifth or sixth time, as a commander you must always consider the feelings of the soldiers.
The enemy is already invincible, why do you want us to die in vain? Why don't you nobles die in front?
The corpses of the three defeated soldiers not only did not shock these soldiers, but instead made everyone feel strange emotions in their hearts. At this time, a sweaty colonel and battalion commander rushed to the old count along the crowd, grabbed the reins of the war horse and shouted loudly.
"Commander, we can't continue fighting like this. The casualties of the soldiers are too heavy... The people on the other side are not human at all, they are just a group of devils!"
"The new rifles fire quickly and accurately, and when one incendiary bomb hits a sea of fire, there are also their grenades. I have lost count of how many types they have. There are even smoke bombs that explode with yellow poisonous smoke. All brothers who smell the poisonous gas will die..."
"Lord Earl! We can't continue fighting like this, I'm confused? Do we have to have this high ground? We rush across the stone bridge, can't we set up defenses on the plain..."
There was a crisp sound, and the old earl whipped his horse whip down at an angle, and a line of blood suddenly appeared on the colonel's face.
"Shut up! You coward...you want me to go to the plains to set up defenses? Damn it, there is such a spike threatening us behind us, how do you think we can set up defenses? What will happen when they and the Second Army attack us from both sides?"
The old earl was already crazy. He suddenly raised his pistol and put it on the colonel's forehead and said coldly, "I will give you one last chance to fight back with the defeated troops...or I will shoot you!"
"Division Commander... you can't!" All the surrounding officers gathered around. "Baron George is not a coward. He has been following you for six years. When did he become a deserter? He is your most loyal warrior!"
When a group of nobles saw that the old count was going crazy, they rushed forward to grab his waist and grab his gun. They are not harming the old count, they are saving him.
"Calm down, my lord, please calm down..." Baron Penka, who was holding the old earl's wrist, said in a low voice, "Are you crazy? George is a very famous nobleman in the Prague area, and he is someone you have always valued. How can you kill me, my subordinates?"
"Calm down, calm down! It doesn't matter if you shoot a few deserters. If you shoot a noble, it will shock the whole of Europe. Even His Majesty the King will not be able to save you..."
"I don't care... I can't control that much. I only want this high ground now, woo woo hoo... Take a look at everything in front of you. If we can't take it, we, the Thorn Flower Master, will probably be disbanded immediately. In this life, we I can’t even think of returning to the military world again…”
"Don't forget my military order. When the soldiers retreat, I will shoot the squad leader. When the squad leader retreats, I will shoot the platoon leader...and so on until I myself. When the time comes, His Majesty the King will personally give me a bullet..."
The old count was going crazy. His face was red and foaming at the mouth. A group of officers were trying to control him and he couldn't hold it down anymore. At this time, the soldiers who retreated also stopped and looked at the angry man with doubtful eyes. Teacher.
The soldiers were confused about the situation. They didn't know whether the division commander was serious, but they knew very well that if Baron George was shot, there would not be a single deserter among the soldiers present.
The soldiers will follow the general, and the grass will follow the wind! As long as the big shots are willing to throw away their lives, what choice do other soldiers have?
At this time, Baron George looked at the furious teacher, and he was also scared. He knew that today it would be impossible if he did not give the earl a step down. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, you don't have to do anything, I will lead people to rush back." ! Isn’t it okay if I die on the battlefield? What are you watching? If the division commander wants to shoot me, I will shoot you first..."
Baron George turned around and rushed towards the battlefield like a furious lion. His move really boosted morale. At least the defeated soldiers in front of the teacher turned around and followed him, launching an attack on the high ground.
"Huh huh..." The old earl's angry chest rose and fell violently like a bellows. Watching Baron George's back rush up to the high ground, he felt a little more comfortable.
But before Earl Tablis could completely calm down, the scene on the battlefield drove him completely crazy. Baron George and hundreds of deserters had just rushed to the trench a hundred meters away when they encountered a group of Chinese soldiers. The Knife's counterattack.
More than 200 Austrian soldiers met the blockade of more than 40 sword-drawing troops. After three or four yellow-smoking grenades exploded in the crowd, the charging crowd suddenly stagnated.
When the light of the cold weapon was waved again, Baron George turned around and ran away without even farting. He didn't even have the courage to look back. However, he was still smart and did not run away in the direction of the old earl. He got into the crowd and fled towards the east.
"Shame... this is shame!" The old earl was speechless. A shining white thread suddenly flowed out of the corner of his mouth, which was a long line of saliva.
At 11:40 noon, Earl Tablis suddenly suffered a stroke and fell to the ground.
The division commander fell. He was the only high-ranking noble who could restrain the Thorn Flower Master. When the military doctor escorted the count to retreat to the rear, Pengka and other nobles broke out in a fierce quarrel.
"Retreat, we cannot die in vain here. It is already close to noon and our mission cannot be completed at all. The Prussian Second Army will arrive soon..."
"No, absolutely cannot retreat. Now the Chinese on the highlands have become a group of tired soldiers. We only need to detach a battalion of troops to watch them. We rush across the stone bridge and set up defenses on the plains..."
"Impossible! You are delusional. Now that our artillery ammunition has been exhausted and without the support of heavy weapons, why should we fight against an army of 120,000 people on the plains?"
"Then what do you think we should do? If we don't make contact with the Second Army, it will prove that we were completely defeated by these Chinese people. When the time comes, the military court of the empire will definitely not let us go lightly. Where is your majesty's face?"
Baron Ponca is now the highest-ranking military officer here, but after all, his prestige is not as good as that of the old earl. He can't control these thorny people at all. He yelled at them to shut up several times, but no one listened.
"That's enough, that's enough for you... If you want to retreat, I will rush forward with the death squad. I can't stand such insult. Even if the mission fails completely, I will kill all these Chinese..."
Pengka rushed into the group of broken soldiers, galloped on his horse and shouted loudly, "Soldiers who have been favored by me, Pengka, stand up... Soldiers who have saved their lives by me, Pengka, stand up... Soldiers who owe me Pengka money, stand up Come out...soldiers who are deeply favored by the empire, come out...I will form a death squad! I will personally lead you to fight..."
Not to mention, Brigadier Pengka is very popular on weekdays. He only shouted for three or four minutes and already more than 400 brothers gathered behind him. These are all, as he said, unfinished debts to Pengka.
"Brothers, I will take you to fight. I don't ask you to be warriors. I only hope that you can fight bravely before I retreat. I, Pengka, promise you that I will never abandon you to survive alone!"
"Fight to the death without retreat...Fight to the death without retreat...Fight to the death without retreat..." Encouraged by Pengka, more than 400 suicide squads indeed burst out with the aura of resignation. It seems that the Austrian army still has a lot of courage to fight. .
The bloody battle in Shiqiao Highlands can no longer be called a modern war. The enemy and we are now in a battle of spirits, and everyone is betting and refusing to admit defeat. By the end of the fight, the two sides were fighting like a gang of street gangsters, knives, bayonets, and engineer shovels waving around wildly. Stones, fists, and even teeth were all used.
At this time, Xiao Letian was so tired that he was about to collapse. The saber in his right hand broke in half at some point, and now only half of it was stuck in the soil to help him support his body.
There were only the last two bullets left in the Colt pistol in his left hand. Xiao Letian decided to give one to an Austrian officer and keep the last one for himself. His vow to die here was about to be fulfilled. It's time.
Xiao Letian's chest rose and fell violently, as if all the oxygen on the high ground was being consumed. Too tired and too excited, Xiao Letian's body had squeezed out the last bit of energy, but his nerves were extremely excited. He had a vague feeling that he felt like he could fight to the end of the world.
"King Yi... Brother Shi... you, look below the high ground... they seem to be attacking again... Hahaha, these stubborn people really won't look back until they hit the south wall!"
At this time, Shi Dakai was also very tired. He sat on an empty ammunition box and tried to make his breathing last longer. He sipped the water in the kettle, slowly building up his strength.
"Haha... They are not willing to give in. If the Prussian elites, or the British or the French, are stationed on the high ground, I am afraid that this group of Austrian troops will be defeated... It is not shameful to lose to the powerful European army. , but if they lose to us Chinese, they will definitely not be able to overcome any hurdle in their hearts..."
"Yes, they no longer consider the Second Legion or the military orders on them. All they want now is to kill us all..."
"Then let them try!" Master Long stood up with murderous intent after hearing this. He held an engineer shovel in each hand. The hardened steel mouths on both sides were slightly curled. It can be seen that Master Long just killed How cruel.
Only then did I see the benefits of Chinese martial arts. After a morning of bloody battles, even the strongest Nordic warriors, soldiers who grew up eating venison, were tired and panting. But all those who had learned it since childhood were exhausted. Zhongguan, a master of internal martial arts, still has a long breath and full of energy.
It is precisely because of their tenacious will that they can withstand the enemy's crazy offensives time and time again and turn the position out of danger.
"It's so enjoyable, it's so enjoyable! If I, Xiang Shaolong, hadn't followed you, I would have been nothing more than a local village leader in the mountains west of Beijing. What kind of bullshit is the Northern Dragon and the Southern Eagle? What kind of bullshit rankings are there? If I compare it now, it's all bullshit..."
"I never thought in my life that one day I would come to faraway Europe, nor did I think that I would kill countless foreign devils with my own hands... Hahaha, all the Manchu men in Beijing, you kneel before the foreign devils I can eat shit in front of you, but now I can kill the shit out of the foreign devils...it is worth it to live like this!"
Mr. Long's impassioned spirit immediately ignited the fire in the hearts of all Chinese people. Thinking of the humiliation of Beijing six years ago, and then thinking of every bit of his life in Europe, the entire position was filled with passion.
Everyone had only one sentence at the end: "Following the Prime Minister until today...it was worth it!"
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