Just a few minutes later, when the rebels ran to a distance of two or three hundred meters, a crisp whistle sounded on the ground of the Republican Army.

"Wufeng, the artillery No. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 will be loaded with a red hot bullet according to the predetermined position." The artillery lieutenant on the central position first issued combat orders.

The two loaders who received the order quickly filled the huge spherical solid bullet of 16 or 24 pounds red from the smooth bore muzzle into the barrel. Then the gun brush hand pounded the shell into the firing position, and then a fire door hand pierced the cartridge of the shell and inserted an ignition tube. Because the elevation angle and ruler of the fired solid bullet were already proofread before dark, there was no need to aim.

After completing the above preparations, under the order of the second lieutenant fire, the gunner directly touched the ignition tube with a torch. After a few seconds, the heavy red hot core bullet rushed out of the cannon chamber under the push of the fire, whistling through the silent sky, and flew like fireballs toward the predetermined target, for the pile of wood used for position lighting.

"Arson reset." The second lieutenant continued to issue an order.

After firing, the powerful resilience after the artillery generates will cause the gun body to move about 2 meters back from the firing position, and more than a dozen gunners struggle to push the gun into its original position.

"Cleaning the cannon chamber."

The gun brusher dips the push rod covered with wool (like objects) in water, and then use it to clean the barrel to ensure that there is no spark in the barrel.

"The observer provides the ruler and angle to prepare for correction of the orientation!"

"Prepare for flowering bullets!"

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As the commander of the legion artillery column, Andrew delegated his command authority long before the battle, and the actual combat command was still under the charge of the lieutenant of the artillery position. The reason why Andrew stayed in the central position was that it had a good position, a broad vision, and could calmly observe the entire battlefield state; the second was that he wanted to see the great power of new weapons in the best position; the third was that his strange psychology was caused by Napoleon's use of artillery as the god of war, and Andrew was also intern.

Judging from the expression, Andrew was obviously not satisfied with the complex operation of the artillery. A large-caliber 16-pound artillery equipped with a large caliber is as high as 13 people, and a small caliber also requires 4 to 6 people. Moreover, the hit rate of this smoothbore gun without rifles is too poor. Although the specific position was corrected in advance, the shells that were released were rolling randomly in the air. Even if five cannons were fired at the same time, only 2 shells fell accurately at the pile of materials, and the rest hit more than ten meters of the target. However, it doesn't matter. Eight huge piles of materials on the plains were connected to each other with flammable grease, one of which led to the other burning. A few minutes later, several red suns rose beside the rebels, and the blazing flames illuminated the entire battlefield.

After the launch was ready for another launch, the lieutenant looked at the commander and waited for his superiors to give orders. According to General Andrew's pre-war arrangements, all the launches of flowering bullets needed to be approved by him.

From the monocular, Andrew discovered that the first wave of attacking tens of thousands of rebels rushed to a position less than 600 meters away from the infantry position. With the help of the dazzling flames released when the pile of materials burned, Andrew could clearly identify the position signs set on the battlefield.

"Original, straight ahead; distance, 600 meters; target, rebel infantry; order, all artillery continue to fire flowering bullets." Andrew gave the order.

“No wind, ruler four, elevation angle 12!”

"All artillery, fill a flowering bullet and insert the lead 3 inches!"

"emission!"

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Shaweit was still following his lieutenant, less than one meter apart. When the artillery position in front fired the first round of incendiary bombs, he suddenly realized that the lieutenant's pace had slowed down. Unconsciously, Shaweit also slowed down and trotted to walk. At the same time, at the position where the shells were landing, several huge fires quickly ignited around him. In a short while, the fiery red light reflected the entire sky, and the whereabouts of the rebels who were still rushing forward on the plain were undoubtedly exposed.

Shavet was just a farmer who had just grabbed his weapons. Faced with such a situation, he was as confused as other rebels. They stopped and looked at all in a daze. During this period, several officers who saw that the situation was wrong shouted at the rebel soldiers who were staunched:

"In the name of the king, keep moving forward!"

"Keep on! God will bless us."

"Damn bastards, keep moving forward and don't wait for the Republican army's shells to hit your pig's head!"

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The officers' reprimands were effective, and the trembling soldiers began to rush forward again, but from time to time, they looked at the burning fire beside them and the quiet enemy positions ahead, and an inexplicable fear rushed into their hearts.

Soon, something the rebels were worried about happened.

They were shocked to find that several more shells were heard from the enemy's central artillery position. But these shells felt strange. They flew very slowly, and each with a burning tail rolled happily in the dark night sky, marking a series of gorgeous smoke screens.

Unfortunately, these black and round guys are not the colorful fireworks of the festival, but the sons of demons. When they are nine strange shells that are moving irregularly, they fly to two to five meters above the head of the rebels, the fire inside the fuse contact bullet explodes and blooms in an instant. Their belly is filled with iron projectiles of various sizes, forming a large number of fragments with the powerful impact force of the fire, and bravely fighting towards the dense crowd.

The rebels who looked up at the head still mistakenly thought that these shells were just solid bullets and did not make any concealment preparations (in the 18th century European battlefield, concealment was a timid behavior that was despised by others, mostly standing upright or squatting at the same time). However, the officers once told them that in such a soft and slippery grassland, solid bullets would not hit the attacking crowd everywhere, and as long as they were not directly hit, the shells could not pose an effective threat to themselves.

So, a disaster occurred.

The broken shrapnel and various iron balls rushed towards the heads and bodies of the soldiers without any defense, while more fatal injuries were concentrated on their faces and eyes. Within a few meters of the downward detonation of each shell, a huge group of corpses formed. Countless people fell in pools of blood and could no longer get up. Only more than a dozen soldiers who escaped by chance crawled on the grass because of their faces or eyes were injured by blows. Some of them lost their nature because of the piercing pain. In order to relieve the pain, they dug out their eyes. Some of them got up in the dark and grabbed a living comrade and bit them down. Most of them were unable to distinguish the position ahead and actually crashed into the fire. They struggled hard in the raging fire, shouting for comrades to rescue them.

Unfortunately, the rebels around were already frightened by the huge power produced by the terrifying shells, and hurriedly hurriedly hid in the air, but they were afraid of avoiding it, but they turned a deaf ear to their companions' call for help.

After a spell, when a new round of flowering bullets fell on the rebels' heads, the number of casualties continued to increase. After five rounds of 9 large-caliber artillery fired, more than 40 shells caused a thousand casualties, far exceeding the results of Ravashi's experimental results. Of course, most of the factors were attributed to the rebels' own curiosity and ignorance, and they actually looked up at the flowering bullet bursting on their heads.

Chavet was very lucky. After seeing the lieutenant's first move, he immediately subconsciously followed the example, thus avoiding the disaster in time. When he looked up, he noticed that there were many people around him, and only the lieutenant looked at him. Both of them saw fear and extraordinary fear on their expressions. Under the threat of death, the two quickly got up again, staggered and turned around and ran towards their positions at the same time.

One person took the lead in escaping, just like Domeer domino. The demonstration effect of the officer immediately aroused strong response from other rebels. Everyone shouted at each other and turned around to flee to the position he came. At first, he ran away in a few seconds, as if countless devils were chasing the people of God who believed in Catholicism behind them.

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The battle in the Yamaguchi Plain has been on the ground for more than twenty minutes. The nine heavy artillery on the central artillery position are still firing on the side of the Republic's position. Because there is no order from superior officers, the infantry hold their rifles tightly and squat under the chest wall, or look up at the huge bullet bodies passing by their eyes.

The rumbling sound of cannons and the extremely terrifying screams of the enemy behind him kept coming. I thought I could start fighting immediately, but the rebels were so weak that they completely lost their combat effectiveness after a few rounds of flowering bullets. They were scared more than 500 meters away from their chest wall, so they fled together, three times faster than when they came, and quickly left the battlefield.

"Continue to stay ready!" Seeing the rebels fleeing everywhere and not entering their own range, the officers issued previous instructions in disappointment.

But the soldiers were not very happy. While shouting upwards that the artillery soldiers were eating alone, they also shouted at the deserters who were escorting.

"Damn guys, come here!"

"Come here, rebels, let me love you!"

"Haha, yes, come here, brave cowards!"

…

Looking at the unbridled provocation of the Republic Army and the embarrassment of countless soldiers fleeing back to their side, Hustle was about to get angry. He suppressed his anger and turned to ask Colonel Fang Soto, who was extremely panicked:

"Damn Andrew Devil! Colonel, tell me what kind of terrifying shell this is, it is so powerful. Colonel! Colonel Fonsoto!"

Colonel Fonsoto was unaware of it. Obviously, he was also frightened by the huge destructive power of the flower bomb. It was not until Houster urged him to react for the third time and hurriedly explained:

"Sorry, Lord Earl. I don't understand very well. But those I can be sure of are definitely not grape bombs. Even the grape bombs fired by 24-pound large caliber heavy artillery are less than 400 meters. From the current perspective, their range is definitely more than 800 meters. What's more terrifying is that it can set the explosion time and accurately land on the soldiers' heads and explode. It's so terrifying and incredible. This must be Satan's performance! O kind God, please give us guidance for victory!" Colonel Fang Soto became more and more scared as he spoke, and he made a cross on his chest regardless of everything.

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Note: The effective range of grape bullets is related to factors such as the caliber of the gun and filling ammunition. The grape bullets fired by large-caliber artillery can be more than 200 meters, while the small-caliber may be only a few dozen meters. European countries are not consistent in reference standards.

Grenades, commonly known as flowering bombs, are bombs that use fragments and shock waves generated after the explosion of the projectile to kill or explode. According to the structure and "skills", people divide them into three types: kill bombs, blasting bombs and killing blasting bombs. Currently, Andrew uses kill bombs that effectively strike enemy infantry.

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"Coward!" Looking at the Spanish's panicked behavior, Huster cursed in his heart. But he immediately asked, "How do we attack next?"

"Retreat, Count Houster. This type of shell is not only its lethality, but also its terrifying psychological destruction of the soldiers. Retreat, return to the forest, maybe we still have a chance to escape." Colonel Fang Soto advised Houster, begging him not to conduct suicide attacks. Although rescue of the princess was related to his future, the current crisis was more likely to kill himself. After comparing the two, Fang Soto resolutely decided to give up the former.

"Coward! Bastard! Spanish coward!" Seeing that Colonel Fonsoto, who was once extremely brave, was so timid, Hustle finally vented his inner words and cursed extremely angrily.

Fang Soto was completely numb and didn't care about the other party's insults at all, but the Spanish soldiers around him were unwilling to accept it. They all glared at Hustle. Several sergeants with agitated temperament even took up weapons and pointed them at the rude French nobles. Seeing this, the French rebels around also aimed their weapons at the ready Spanish. An internal strife seemed to be about to begin.

Fang Soto finally woke up in time, stopped his subordinates' reckless behavior, and did not apologize to Huster, who insulted him first. He just silently took hundreds of Spanish reinforcements and evacuated towards the city of Laroche.

"The commander, I am sending me the order: the supervisory team stepped forward and executed the first 100 deserters running back to the position, and let the second echelon prepare for attack. No matter what shells it is, I ask to seize the enemy's position immediately according to the predetermined plan!" Looking at Xiri's allies fleeing at this time, Houster shouted hysterically at the commander who was still standing around, with his blood-red mouth as if he wanted to swallow the officer in front of him alive.

Seeing this, the commander shivered and hurriedly replied: "Yes, Lord Earl!" As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap the horse and leave quickly, but was stopped by Hust. "Order the two echelons on the left and right sides to launch an attack on the Republican army in his own position at the same time. In addition, keep the gap between the soldiers as large as possible!"

Twenty minutes later, the rebels finally mustered up the courage to cross the bodies of more than a hundred companions who had just been shot by the supervised team. The second echelon on the front of the battlefield launched an attack again, and the defeated first echelon soldiers were incorporated into the reserve echelon for reorganization. At the same time, in order to support the attack on the middle lane, the left and right echelons also launched an attack at the same time.

It was still at a 300-meter position, and the huge shells carried whistling sounds, hitting the heads of the rebels in the middle. After the violent explosion, a large circle of air formed, with corpses covered with bullet marks or wounded soldiers who could not stand. Under the sudden blow of storms, many soldiers still turned around and wanted to escape, while more people shrank and stopped moving forward, and took the initiative to slow down. A rebel colonel who was angry and embarrassed hurriedly commanded the supervision team to put the formation behind. More than a dozen soldiers who wanted to retreat were beaten to death on the spot. He raised his throat and shouted:

"Damn it, stop running!"

"Please calm down and don't be messed up!"

"The enemy is right in front of us, we can defeat them as long as we run a few more steps!"

Under the leadership of the colonel, the officers in the echelon gathered their spirits and tried their best to cheer up their soldiers. They set an example, drew out their swords, waved and ran, and took the lead in rushing towards the position of the Republic Army. Therefore, the entire echelon maintained a forward movement, but the fear of death was still hanging on the faces of all the soldiers.

The middle echelon was completely threatened by the flowering bullets fired by nine heavy artillery on the central artillery position of the Republic Army. After moving forward for 400 meters, the number of casualties reached as high as 3,000. In the echelons on the left and right wings, the rebels rushed to the front of the enemy's position without any injuries.

At 180 meters away from the chest wall, the infantry finally heard the officers' whistle.

"Everyone stands up and take their place." The commanders ordered.

"150 meters, raise the gun!"

“100 meters, aim!”

"80 meters, free fire!"

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In accordance with the previous tactical arrangements, the infantry stood neatly on the inner side of the chest wall, with a distance of 1 meter from the left and right. They used their weapons to release their previous depression in a timely manner so that they could feel the joy of fighting, rather than the artillery soldiers' exclusive enjoyment.

On one side, there were dense and regular volleys. Every time the Republican soldiers in the front row fired, they immediately retreated, allowing the second row of soldiers to fill the remaining gap and continue shooting, while they ran to the original third row to continue loading, waiting for the first two companions to finish shooting; on the other side, they were unorganized and shot sporadically. The rebels began to set off guns 150 meters away from the chest wall, and the officers ignored the orders. They only hurriedly held empty guns and shouted and continued to move forward while their partners came.

Within 80 meters, the lead bullets of the Blue Army began to efficiently tear apart the weak bodies of the judges' soldiers. The wailing sounds of soldiers before their death and the strong roars of officers filled every corner of the crowd.

One row fell down and the other row was pushed forward again. After huge casualties, the rebels were finally approaching the two wings of the Republic Army, but there was an insurmountable trench in front of them.

"Let's go!" There was an order to come to the flanking artillery positions of the Republic Army, which were equipped with small-caliber artillery artillery in the army, and they fired close-range grape bombs.

Countless projectiles were shot out from the muzzle and rushed towards the head, face and body of the rebels who were constantly approaching the trench. After each gun was fired, a long and wide blood trench would form in front of them, and the broken hands and feet would splash around, falling slightly on the body of the living rebels.

Shivering, the rebels behind were trapped again. It was when they saw the bloody battle scene in front of them. The companion who was talking to them a minute ago had been permanently lying in front of them. The wounded soldiers lying on the ground made a harsh cry, covered in blood, waiting for the god of death to come in amid the crying...

The supervising team stepped forward again, waved the saber, and pushed the soldiers in front to continue charging. The helpless rebel soldiers jumped down the deep trench in the rain of bullets. One, two, one, two. The rebels who jumped down the trench screamed in pain, because they realized that they had fallen into another trap.

The trenches were covered with sharp iron chisels, each standing upright to meet the impact of fresh flesh. They left the soldiers inside without exception and could no longer stand up. Two minutes later, the corpses were piled up; five minutes later, there were five layers; 15 minutes later, the rebel soldiers who followed could actually step on the corpses of their previous friends and cross the trenches that were 3 meters deep.

It was only less than 60 meters away from the Republican Army's defensive position in front of him. With just a few more steps, you could rush under the chest wall and fight with the damn Blue Army without losing. After such a huge casualty, almost all the rebels thought of this thing that finally made them excited at the same time.

Unfortunately, they always think of phantoms.

The attacks between the Republic infantry and artillery behind the chest wall were still done without any gap. The dense smoothbore lead bullets combined with fierce grape bullets made the rebel infantry who launched multiple charges at close range at a loss and stopped 40 meters away for a long time. The casualties and the unsuitable defeat from the middle echelon were the beginning of their bad news.

That was when the latter had lost half of his troops as soon as he rushed to the trench and was unable to fill the defensive infantry trench more than 3 meters deep with the corpses of the soldiers. Under the continuous bombardment of flowering bullets above his head, and the Republican infantry fired at close range with smoothbore guns. The rebels finally couldn't stand such suffering and retreated spontaneously again. Even if the supervisor team fought desperately to suppress the enemy in the rear, it would be useless.

The consequences of the defeat of the middle echelon team were extremely serious. They not only seriously affected the morale of the rebels fighting on the entire two wings, but also allowed the nine heavy artillery on the central artillery position of the Republic Army to free up time to support friendly forces in other directions.
Chapter completed!