1855 United States Tycoon

Clyde quickly stood still, raised his gun, and aimed at the Austrian in front of him. The distance between them was so close that he could clearly see the Austrian’s face. And the big beads of sweat on the face that was pale and twisted from fear.

"Pray to God!" Clyde said in his heart, while continuing to point his gun at the poor guy. The guy was in a panic trying to load the gun in his hand. With a trembling hand, he tried hard to use the cleaning rod to make the gunpowder firmer, but he just couldn't put the cleaning rod into the muzzle.

"Prepare!" The prolonged voice of Company Commander Coral came over, and Clyde firmly pointed his gun at the sweating Austrian.

"Prepare!" The Austrian suddenly dropped the gun, turned around and wanted to run, but was blocked by someone behind him, and couldn't get past him for a while. Claude's gun was still ruthlessly pointed at the guy's vest.

"Fire!" "Bang!"

The sound of gunfire became a whole. "What a beautiful volley, all the rifles almost made a sound." As he thought, Claude quickly put the rifle down, the butt of the rifle was on the ground, and the bayonet sleeve hung around his waist. A bayonet was taken out of it. Insert it into the barrel of the rifle.

"All bayonet..." The company commander's voice dragged on for a long time, as if it had emerged from the grave of the last century, "...Charge!"

"The glory of Rome!" Claude yelled, listening to the bayonet, rushing forward through the fog of the battlefield created by their salvo just now.

The salvo just now was like peeling an onion, and almost wiped out the Austrian soldiers in the first row. The guy who was panicked in front of Clyde's gun finally calmed down. Like other people, he was silent on the foreign soil, and the blood coming out of him stained the land around him red.

The Austrians in the second row and the third row stared at the scene dumbly. At this time, an unforgettable scene appeared for them: from behind the heavy white gunpowder mist, there was a roar, and then, one after another, the enemies with their bayonet-equipped rifles passed through the mist-just Thinking of them like a legendary cannibal demon, he leaped forward.

In the blink of an eye, these monsters rushed into their queue. Most of the soldiers in the first row now had no time to mount the bayonet on the rifle. Even if they were mounted, they didn’t have time to make a bayonet. In preparation, the enemy's bayonet stabbed them in the chest. Almost in the blink of an eye, countless people fell down crying in pain. Bayonet battles are always short-lived, because generally speaking, in such battles, there is always one party that will quickly collapse. Under the Sardinian desperate bayonet assault, the Austrians, who hadn't taken the pills, collapsed. The remaining people shouted in horror, threw their guns to the ground, turned and ran. Some people simply knelt to the ground with their hands high. But those Sardinians who were so red-eyed didn't care about this, and they stabbed them with a bayonet and knocked them to the ground. As for those who ran away, although they ran fast, the Sardinians chased him faster, chasing behind him in a blink of an eye, and then easily bayoneted... On the other side of the battle, the same situation was almost the same. Performed at the same time.

The changing situation on the battlefield stunned both sides commanding operations. King Emaluel II stood on the high ground and said to the guard beside him: "Come here." The guard walked over. The king suddenly stretched out his hand and slammed a punch on the arm of the guard, and then said, "Sure enough, it's not right, because I don't feel any pain at all."

"Your Majesty, that's because I was beaten." The guard said.

"I know," said King Emaluel II. "I wonder why my hands don't hurt at all?"

"This... this... this... how is this possible? This is the Sardinian army?" General Guiule felt like he was in a dream. "How could the Sardinians have such an elite army? No, this is definitely not a Sardinian, it must be a foreigner in Sardinian military uniform. By the way, this kind of shot does not fire, walks to the front of your nose, and then shoots a volley on your nose with the top of the gun. Then, how come the tactics of bayonet charge are so familiar?"

So a terrible term suddenly came out of the general's mind: "British army! They must be the British army! Only those British barbarians like to play such tricks! Fortunately, this is only a tentative attack."

"General, should we send out cavalry to respond so that those soldiers can run back safely." Another officer asked.

"Okay." General Guiule thought for a while and replied: "Leonto, you and Dulles will take your regiment to meet you, let the enemy shrink, don't attack!"

"We know." The officer saluted the general and rode away.

"It's beautiful! I didn't expect the effect of Daliwan to be so good. This is really a miracle of vigor! It is a pity that we put the most elite troops behind, otherwise, maybe we really have a chance here. The Austrian army was defeated in World War I." Emmaruel II thought.

At this time, Austrian cavalry appeared on the battlefield. The situation on the battlefield at this time is chaotic. The Austrians are running desperately, and the Sardinians are desperately chasing. After the stab, the defeated Austrians are of course no formation at all, but the Sardinians have already made the team early. Forget about the shape or something. After all, "Daliwan" can make these "cannon fodder" full of courage and make them think a little faster, but it can't give them combat experience and corresponding tactical skills.

If these screaming Sardinians are really British as General Guiule feared, their first reaction when they see cavalry appear on the battlefield is to organize their formation and form a hollow square against the cavalry. Array. However, these guys are just new recruits who have been trained for several months after taking a bit of medicine. They have never been on the battlefield before. Coupled with the fanatical pursuit, they had chased the formation long ago. (Because of the lack of training time, in these months of training, they have not trained at all about the pursuit, and what to do after being counterattacked by the enemy cavalry during the pursuit.) So, after seeing the enemy cavalry After rushing over, the heads of these guys crashed.

The team commander shouted to let the soldiers assemble, but the soldiers couldn't find where the own team leader was. Of course, the team leader couldn't find the soldiers either. As a result, the Austrian cavalry rushed forward, and the Sardinians still did not arrange their formation. Seeing an opportunity, the Austrian cavalry certainly won't let it go.

"Draw your sword, charge!" Head Leonto drew his sword and shouted. The cavalry quickly formed two intensive shock formations and rushed towards the Sardinians, who were still in chaos.

When the infantry formed a rigorous hollow phalanx, the powerful defensive and offensive power of the phalanx would make the cavalry fearful. Even the cuirassiers with the strongest impact are indescribable when facing such opponents. Even the old guards of Emperor Napoleon failed to break through the hollow of the infantry of the Iron Duke. phalanx.

However, if the infantry fails to organize an effective formation, when facing the impact of the cavalry, it is almost no different from the lamb to be slaughtered. It can be blocked by bravery or something."Quick! Let our cavalry check it out! Otherwise, none of these guys can come back!" Emaluel II, who was shocked, gave the order quickly.

Leonto led the cavalry regiment straight into the queue of the Sardinians in chaos. A Sardinian soldier held his bayonet aloft to meet him, as if he wanted to fight him hard, but he hadn't waited for Leon. Tuo moved his hand, and a cavalry who swept past him flatly stretched out his saber and chopped off his head like cutting grass.

When the first row of cavalry rushed through the Sardinian queue, on the route they passed, only a few Sardinian soldiers could still stand there, and these people were quickly rushed. The second row of cavalry who came over chopped to the ground.

When the Austrian cavalry quickly defeated the Sardinian infantry with a devastating offensive, General Guiule, who watched the battle from a distance, felt that the world was crazy.

"How is this possible? How is this possible!" General Jiulei stared at the distant battlefield dumbfounded. Yes, how is this possible. How can a disciplined elite who can withstand rounds of shooting, approaching a distance of 25 meters, and then carry out volleys and bayonet charges, how can it behave? This chaos, how could it take so long, and the formation is not good, and then easily defeated by the cavalry? Jiulai really wanted to call God out of heaven, and then asked him, is it you crazy or I am crazy?

However, General Giulay decided that the serious philosophical question of whether God is crazy or he is crazy can be discussed after the war. Now he must take the opportunity to regain control of the situation-the Sardinian cavalry is also dispatched. Can these Sardinians fight? Will it be like the infantry ten minutes ago, or the same infantry now?

"You send orders to let Leonto and Dulles pay attention to the Sardinian cavalry and stop attacking these infantry. As long as the Sardinian cavalry has no intention to attack, don't fight against them. Oh, let them catch a few. When the captive comes back, I will interrogate myself!"

The Sardinian cavalry did not take the initiative to attack, and King Emaluel II did not intend to consume his most elite and most valuable cavalry in this battle that was not a decisive battle. So they are just holding the Austrians far away. Of course, if the Austrian cavalry dared to continue attacking the infantry, they would not stand by. The physical strength of the horses of the cavalry is limited, and the charge is very horsepower. And when attacking the infantry, the disorganization of the queue is inevitable. If the Austrian cavalry continue to attack, then the Sardinian cavalry will give them a side view when they have just completed a charge and have not had time to assemble the team. Under the dual advantages of formation and horsepower, the result will definitely be Let those Austrians unforgettable for a lifetime.

The cavalry stopped, the Austrian infantry who had collapsed long ago ran back, and under the protection of their cavalry, the remnants of Sardinian cannon fodder also retreated safely. At this time, the Austrian army began to withdraw slowly. Obviously, the battle ahead was full of weird and difficult questions, causing General Giulet to murmur. He decided to settle down first and learn more about the situation.

For King Emaluel II, the goal of this battle has been achieved. Although he did not win, and even the casualties had no advantage, (there were too many people killed by the Austrian cavalry). The First World War at least showed that his army can be fought and it is worth the investment. He also needs to be stable now, so that investors who are interested in investing can quickly make additional investments. So Sardinia's troops also began to withdraw slowly, and the battle for this day ended unclearly.

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