Chapter 92: The Battle of Trento - Counterattack

A blue moon is embedded in the night sky like a black screen, and the bright moonlight pours out on the world, and the black world is plated with a layer of silver light veil.

"Whew, Whew, Whew......"

"The wind is blowing!"

The commandos were lucky enough to catch up with such a good weather on the first day.

Grigge is not a military novice, and if he wants to plan a night attack, he naturally has to consider many factors, and the weather is the most important one.

The Venice region has a typical Mediterranean climate, which is controlled by the subtropical high pressure zone in summer, and the water temperature in the Mediterranean Sea is lower than that on land, so a high pressure is formed, which increases the influence of the subtropical high pressure zone.

In winter, the water temperature in the Mediterranean Sea is relatively high, creating a low pressure that attracts westerly winds and greatly strengthens them.

Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Griggi did not know these professional statements, but having been stationed in the Venetian area for a long time, he knew that this season was dry and rainy and windy.

The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing, and all the conditions are met tonight. The night and the wind were just enough to mask the actions of the commandos.

"Let's go!" Grigge immediately ordered

At the sound of an order, the death squad quietly left the barracks, and if anyone noticed, they would have noticed that they were walking quietly.

A closer look reveals that all the members of the death squad are dressed in black, their cuffs tied with ropes, and even the boots on their feet are wrapped in cloth.

Anyone with a little military knowledge knows that this was a professional night raid.

"What, worried?" Ham asked in a low voice

"Aren't you too? Tonight's battle has gambled on our future, and if we succeeded, the road to the general was smooth sailing, and if we failed, we retired early and went home! Grigge said in a deep voice

"Are you worried about these young men, if it's just a personal future, it's the two of us who will be unlucky, you still have the merit of defending the city, Marshal Radkiss is reluctant to let you go home." Hank pretended to be relaxed

Victory or defeat on the battlefield is a common thing in soldiers, and no one can guarantee that they will always win and not be defeated, as long as the defeat in the war is not due to personal factors, it is usually forgivable.

Although Grigge is not a famous general, he has no talent. However, through the previous battles, it has been proven that he is an excellent mid-level commander.

Marshal Radkiss was worshiped as a military god by the Austrian army, not only because of his military command ability, but also because he was fair and fair, and he liked to promote capable juniors, which was respected by the officers and soldiers.

Since this night attack was approved by him, as long as there is no problem with the execution, then there is no need to worry about being pushed out to carry the black cauldron.

This is also the reason why the three of them dared to launch this night attack, there is a boss who is responsible and will not take the credit of his subordinates, of course they have to work hard to fight.

"Nonsense, can you two not worry? These young men were brought out by us, and if they fell here, how would they explain to their families when they went back? Grigge said with a frown

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As the minutes ticked by, the silence of the night was only the howling wind, mixed with the rolling leaves, and Grigge suddenly felt that the wind was so lovely, like a gift from God.

"It's almost time, and it seems that there are no accidents!"

As he said this, the sweat on Grigie's forehead was already dripping, and only he knew how much pressure he had just undergone.

The two of them also looked at the watch in their hands, showing a relaxed smile, as long as they were not discovered by the enemy in advance, then this night attack was half successful.

"Pass the order, order all troops to get up and eat immediately, and attack in an hour!" Grigge said solemnly

"Let everyone pay attention and give me a little quiet!" Hank added uneasily

Although it was still a few miles away from the enemy camp, and ordinary movements could not alarm the other side, they decided to be careful.

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A flare was fired, the horn of the attack sounded, the guns roared, and the Sardinian army, still asleep, was awakened, and by this time the battle had already begun.

General Messer, whose dreams were disturbed, asked angrily: "What is happening outside?" ”

"General, the enemy has attacked!" The guard outside the door replied nervously

Hearing this, General Messer was completely sleepy, got up in a hurry, put on his military uniform with great speed, and hurried to the headquarters.

At this time, the after-effects of the blind expansion of the Sardinian army appeared, and a large number of recruits became headless flies in the dark night, scurrying around.

Confusion is contagious and soon spreads throughout the army. The pressure of bullets flying in the dark of night, but not where the enemy is coming from, is not something these recruits can withstand.

A stray bullet from somewhere hit a soldier, and the soldiers around him habitually pulled the trigger and fired in the direction they thought were enemies.

General Messer quickly made arrangements, and Major General Will, who had just gone out after receiving the order, became the first unlucky guy, and a stray bullet flew from somewhere, which hit him right in the chest.

Looking at Major General Will on the ground, everyone's hearts were cold, and they involuntarily retreated to the headquarters, and a terrible word appeared in their minds - "Camp Roar!" ”

General Messer hesitated for a moment, then immediately pulled out his gun and fired a warning shot, and ordered in a stern tone: "I don't believe that the enemy has already entered the army, their strength is so small, there will definitely not be many people who come to sneak attack."

Everyone will give me back to command the troops, and I will annihilate the enemy who will invade in the future, and if anyone dares to be a deserter, I will kill him now!" ”

In the face of the cruel reality, a group of officers stepped out of the headquarters with trepidation. General Messer judged right, and there were indeed not many enemies who came to sneak attack.

However, that was only when the sneak attack was launched just now, and when he set the mission, the Austrian army had already poured out of the nest at this time.

It's a few miles away, but it doesn't take long. Before they could return to the troops, the decisive battle had already begun.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......"

The Sardinian barracks were already immersed in a sea of slaughter, both by the Austrian army and by internal cannibalism.

The night covered all this, and at this time many people thought of thirty-six strategies to save their lives on the battlefield, and a Sardinian soldier easily extinguished an oil lamp nearby, and soon more soldiers followed suit.

This proved to be very effective, extinguishing the lights and going to the ground, as long as the luck was not too unlucky, it would not be hit.

Well, they are safe in the dark, and the officers looking for the troops have a headache, and it is dark, who knows where their soldiers are?

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