Fox of France

Using this method, the attacking French army quickly broke through the minefield. At this time, the French artillery began to use shrapnel to suppress the first trench simulation on the defensive side-because the French soldiers were almost close to the barbed wire. Of course, at this time, the defensive side also began to shoot continuously—of course, blank ammunition—and then French soldiers were randomly forced out of the exercise by the director department in proportion.

These French soldiers who quit the exercise took off their jackets, revealing their white shirts, then walked away from the "battlefield" swaggeringly, sat down on a grass not far away, put the guns in their hands aside, and shot them from their waists. From the cowhide bag in the room—it was used to hold bandages, triangular towels, etc.—he took out sausages and a small bottle of brandy, and while eating, he sent a proud smile to the comrades who had not yet "dead" laughter.

However, the comrades-in-arms who were not lucky enough to "die" could ignore these happy "dead people", and they quickly approached the first barbed wire fence. A few soldiers stuffed something like an iron rod in their hands under the barbed wire, then yanked the fuse, and then turned around and ran away—the bullets on the practice field were all virtual, and most of the shells It is also virtual, but the barbed wire and the smoking blasting tube stuffed under the barbed wire are real!

Following a series of explosions, dozens of gaps were blown out of the barbed wire. Meanwhile, from the trenches yonder, a barrage of training grenades was thrown, and another group of French soldiers joined the sausage-eating procession.

The French returned fire with grenades and rushed into the trenches quickly. Then—a large number of soldiers of the Rhine Union happily walked to the dead French soldiers and sat down, exchanging food, wine, and various tobacco products, and then watching a play together.

"No, why is the exchange ratio of fighting in the trenches so beneficial to the French?" The Austrian standing next to Bagration was dissatisfied again, "Even if the French army is a little braver, the exchange ratio should not That's right."

Bagration was actually full of doubts in his heart, but he felt that the French should not make such a mistake in the military exercise that was open to everyone, which smacked of demonstrations. So he didn't express his opinion immediately, but continued to watch through the binoculars.

Bagration soon discovered that the French army was different.

"Alyosha, help me remember." Bagration continued to hold up the binoculars, staring at the "battlefield" ahead, and said to his adjutant at the same time.

"Yes, General." His adjutant produced a notebook, and a pencil—both of which were also French.

"French troops entering the trenches formed a fighting group of five men. Two of them were armed with bayonet rifles, and the other three were armed with a shorter type of gun—probably a weapon specially prepared for fighting in the trenches." Baba Gradion said.

Bagration's guess was very correct. Those French soldiers were holding pump-action shotguns specially prepared for close combat in the trenches. Compared with the average Mini rifle, its range is a big hole, but in the trenches, this is not a problem at all. And it can load eight bullets at a time, and every time the front handguard is pulled, it can complete an action of ejecting and loading, which makes it have a rate of fire almost as high as that of a revolver. And the characteristics of firing shotguns make their hit rate far exceed that of revolvers when shooting. In the trenches, this thing is simply an artifact.

In trench warfare, most of the soldiers who used rifles had already fired the last bullet before again, so in the battle at this time, they could only rely on bayonets or French-made multifunctional engineering shovels for hand-to-hand combat. At this time, two soldiers with bayonet rifles stopped the enemy a little in front, and the shotguns behind them hit their heads and faces, and then the Fritzes on the opposite side happily took off their shirts and jumped out of the trench. I went to the grass next to me to eat, brag, and watch a play.

Almost in the blink of an eye, before the picnic spectators had time to finish a bottle of beer, the first trench changed owners, and the tricolor flag was already flying here.

"Long live France!" the roosters shouted one after another.

"Cheers to France!"

"Whoever doesn't drink is a bitch!"

"What's the matter with girls? Let's compare if we have the skills? One cup against one cup, dare you?" Occasionally, a girl from Montmartre shouted like this.

"Margaret, there is always a bet on the game, right? What is the bet?"

"Or else, if Margaret loses, Margaret will listen to Denis everything tonight; if Denis loses, who will Margaret ask Denis to sleep with tonight, Denis Just sleep with whoever, what do you think?"

Amid such laughter, the French artillery began to extend their firepower, and the French were ready to attack the two lines of defense behind.

The subsequent battle process was almost the same as the previous one, but the roosters watching were very happy. As for more things, the loudest cockerels can't understand. But observers from all over the world watched in cold sweat. The French army had a very short pause between organizing the first round of attack and the second round of attack. In such a short period of time, they were ready to consolidate the existing positions, readjust the position of the artillery, and do a good job. Ready to launch a new round of attacks, the organizational skills shown in this have frightened these really knowledgeable people.

"Aside from other things, can our army keep up with the rhythm of the French in battle? This is still in the situation of defensive warfare. If it is in a field battle, how many divisions do we need to match the French army? Competing with each other?"

In the evening, the French army successfully broke through the three lines of defense of the opponent with the same strength, and the exercise for this day was basically over. At least the part that can make the little cocks happy is basically over.

All that remains is to invite those observers to visit the French army. But it was getting late at this time, so this matter will be left until tomorrow.

But the setting sun is on the mountain, and the shadows of people are scattered. After playing for a day, the very happy little roosters got into the carriage one after another and returned to Paris, exchanging opinions on today's knowledge along the way. Of course, what they say is basically: "We are so powerful in France, hahaha..." or: "Wars are really fun, hahaha..."

On the second day, when visiting the French barracks, the doubts of the observers were gradually resolved. First of all, why the French artillery fires so fast is because they use rear-loading guns, and the reloading speed is faster than the front-loading guns. And they have a set of specially designed sighting system, even in the case of indirect aiming, the artillery can get a pretty good hit accuracy.

In addition, Bagration also noticed that the wheels used by French cannons are different from ordinary wheels. These wheels are not made of wood, but are made of a black material with special elasticity.

"There may be the secret of the French army's ability to move artillery quickly." Bagration thought. But I heard someone in Beijing and Shanghai: "This gun, this gun can do this!"

Bagration hurriedly looked over and saw an Austrian officer exclaiming with a much shorter half rifle which he had noticed yesterday.

Bagration hurried over and asked, "What kind of gun is this?"

"Type 1801 shotgun." A French captain saluted him and replied, "This gun can load eight bullets at a time..."

As he spoke, the captain took the shotgun from the Austrian and began to show them how to use them.

"Look, the pipe under the barrel is actually a magazine. It can hold seven bullets in total, and one more bullet can be loaded in the gun chamber. Up to eight bullets can be loaded at a time."

As he spoke, the captain was loading the gun, and Bagration noticed that the bullets were a paper cylinder with a small metal plate at the bottom. It didn't take much time for the captain to stuff them one by one into the magazine.

Then he pulled the handguard, and with a "click", the bullet was loaded. Then he raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the sky, and said to several foreign generals who were watching: "Look, this is a good bullet, and then you can shoot at the target. Every time you shoot, you pull Click here, and you can start the next shot. Well, anyone want to try it?"

"I! I want to try!" Bagration shouted immediately. At the same time, he took a step forward, using his broad torso to block the other spectators behind.

The captain handed the gun to Bagration: "General, the bullet is loaded."

Bagration took the gun, looked at the human-shaped target about forty meters away, nodded, raised the gun for a little aim, and fired a shot, which was immediately knocked down. Bagration pulled the handguard again, fired again, and hit another target.

"How far can this gun go?" Bagration asked.

"Sixty or seventy meters is still usable," the captain replied, "It will not be very useful if it is further away."

"Well," Bagration nodded. He had actually noticed that the French army was equipped with ordinary rifles the most, presumably because of this reason.

"Have your cavalry used this as their main combat weapon now?" Bagration asked again suddenly.

The French captain froze for a moment, then stammered: "General, about this question, um, I can't answer you..."