"A true warrior should brave the bullets and bayonets of the enemy, and only the faint of heart should hide in the trenches. ”

Before the start of the war, Major General Parkinson commented on the defense system of the Principality Army and the Riga Fortress, and the officers agreed.

The Principality's failure to intercept the landing on the beach has proved the incompetence of this army, and the behavior of the woolly bears at this moment shows how cowardly they are.

The great power of the Seven Days War, instilled in them by the advisers of the V.E Company, had already taken root in their heads, and all of them became loyal fans of infantry line tactics, and the new armies of all countries were training infantry ranks day after day, emphasizing discipline and indomitable bravery.

This "progress" is now full of maniacs who admire the "romance of men" such as "lining up to be shot", and when they see a group of cowards huddled in a trench, they certainly do not doubt their victory, and they throw more than 2,000 men into the first attack, turning a tentative attack into a real assault.

"These hillbillies are stupid and will make us win without honor. ”

Looking at the battlefield in a far-reaching manner, Major General Lambert shook his head and sighed, and the officers laughed together, with a little jealousy in their eyes - at the forefront were the two battalions of Major General Lambert, who were approaching the enemy's first trench with an overwhelming momentum, and would soon break through it and become the first force to storm the fortress of Riga, such good fortune could not keep people calm.

Even after receiving a salvo from the other side, this mentality did not change much. Although the Albion army maintained a dense formation, the smoothbore gun's pit hit rate caused only minor troubles and did not affect the final victory.

"Forward!"

The commander of the front row waved his command knife as a bullet drilled into his head.

It's easy for a trained young hunter to pick out a guy who looks like an officer in a group of lobster soldiers, not to mention that he's still standing in the front row, and if he doesn't come to make a shot, he's really sorry.

"Forward!"

The officers who came up met the same fate, followed by a third, then a fourth......

Until now, no one in Albians has realized that someone is deliberately shooting officers. The soldiers had a hint of foreboding. However, under the urging of military music, they still maintained a perfect formation to assault, and the rear did not know that the attacking troops had lost many officers one after another, but they were satisfied to appreciate the very visually striking scene in front of them.

It's this disconnect. In the delicate moment when the troops relied on inertia to continue their advance. The mines exploded.

Private Zaitsev, who had just knocked down the fourth target, lowered his gun. Looking out at the minefield, most of the soldiers of both armies were the same, and everyone's attention was drawn to what was happening.

No one has ever seen that. Bloody scenery that has never been imagined.

Without warning, the explosions began in twos and threes, each of which was not very powerful, but after the fire, one soldier must have fallen. Those people didn't die on the spot, but that doesn't mean they're lucky. They rolled around in the mud with their blown-up soles or shins, and their screams of misery came and went, and more and more. Even soldiers who have undergone rigorous training can't help but feel creepy after hearing so many screams.

Zaitsev and his companions were pale, and the initial excitement had been replaced by fear, which was the only thing in the hearts of many soldiers of the Principality, even though it was the retribution that the enemy deserved, and their achievements.

A weapon designed to create a cripple. Literally, you can feel the strong malice of the designer, as well as the dark thoughts behind it. Seeing the consequences of the actual use of such weapons, no one can help but be terrified of those gadgets like metal cans. Even if it is constantly inflicting losses on the enemy at the moment, no one can guarantee that one day in the future, it will face such a dangerous weapon.

"Mother Goddess, I don't want to encounter this thing. ”

Many soldiers shuddered, and quickly drew a cross on their chests.

This was the common idea of the soldiers, and it was at this moment that the concerto of the explosion of the mines officially entered its climax.

When the Albians stepped on anti-infantry mines, it meant that they had entered the core of the minefield, and before that they had already stepped on more dangerous mines, which did not immediately explode due to the effect of the time-delay fuse. And now, it's their turn.

In addition to the part used for frontal attack, there are also many of these tile-shaped gadgets that are arranged in imitation of the back-hitting and side-firing vitality points, aiming the raised side at the back and sides of the enemy entering the minefield. It exploded as the Albiong procession came to a standstill, and the flying steel balls instantly created a large thick fog of bright red. Before the corpses that had turned into a colander fell, the S-shaped jumping thunderbolt joined in, and according to the height of the Albians, the "Bounce Betty" were bounced into the air by gunpowder 1.2 meters above the ground, and then the explosives in the small can detonated, and hundreds of steel balls flew out and drilled into the vital parts of the human body......

"God, who came up with this shit?"

An officer grunted, his legs tucked tightly together in the hem of his military coat. Around him, many colleagues and subordinates are also doing this action. The same was true of the Albiang army, which was not engaged in battle.

It's normal for a man to have that kind of subconscious action after witnessing so many chrysanthemums that withered miserably under the all-metal storm, eggs that were broken all over the ground, and those guys with blurred lower bodies and extremely distorted expressions.

The next moves are also extremely similar.

"Fire!!"

A captain of the Principality's Forces nouvelles brandished a pistol and kicked the nearest soldier in the ass.

"You goddamn fools, what are you doing in a daze, killing all the hairless monkeys!!"

At the same moment, Major General Lambert was also roaring at the artillerymen.

"Hurry up! Shoot all the shells out! Blasting the hairy mongrel to pieces!"

In order to emphasize the strictness of the matter, he also added.

"Otherwise, all the soldiers will die!!"

The vigorous firing began again, and the exchange of fire became more intense than ever in order to compete for the infantry trapped in the minefield and to cover up the miserable wails. The sound of thousands of rifles exchanging bullets resounded across the battlefield, followed by cannons.

First Albion covered the artillery fire of the retreating two battalions, and then the fortress artillery of the Principality Army, which had been silent. It was only at this point that Albion realized how far he had deviated from his opponent's strength.

"They have at least 50 or more heavy guns!"

Brigadier General Samuel Gibbs said sadly, as soon as the words fell, a whole dozen grapeshot swept across the battlefield, thanks to the double advantage of artillery caliber and high gun position, the artillery of the Principality Army could cover the battlefield lightly, but the light artillery of the Albion Army could not pose a threat to the battery, and the one-sided artillery battle at the beginning was completely reversed at this moment.

Hardly anyone noticed that in the midst of the chaotic firing there was a sound that was distinctly different from the shots of the muskets of the two belligerents, and every time that distinctive sound sounded, officers and heralds fell headlong. Units that had lost their commanders were immobilized under heavy fire and mines, some were fighting back, some were retreating with the wounded, and many more were scurrying around like headless flies. After 15 minutes of barrage, the red wall of people became thinner and thinner, and soon, the wall disappeared and the land was dyed red.

The Duchy soldiers, daunted by the smoke and adrenaline, continued to fire, not because they loved to fight, nor because they had an endless supply of bullets, but because they felt that they could make the terrible sounds disappear.

Eventually, the gunfire died down amid the shouts of the officers, and more than 2,000 Albians were left there, not a single one of them escaped.

The smile receded from the faces of Albion's generals and was replaced by a deathly, stupid silence, and Major General Parkinson scanned the battlefield with a resolute gaze that bordered on coldness, his hands tucked in his sleeves trembling slightly.

"Gentlemen. ”

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the major general, and the officers who were swept by that gaze couldn't help but shudder.

"Preparing for the second offensive, this time we threw 4 battalions. ”

Since 2 battalions are not enough, then put 4 battalions, if 4 battalions are not enough, then put 8 or even more, and if the soldiers here run out, then contact the native and let them send more soldiers...... Whatever the cost, for Major General Parkinson, the only thing that matters is the result.

"I want that fortress. ”

The cold voice hissed, and cold sweat ran down the heads of every officer present. (To be continued......)