All the onlookers, including Lieutenant Most, Lieutenant Quemondo, Lieutenant Colonel Leoncro and the fat Major Morimede, were running towards the defensive position on the hillside. They couldn't wait for Claude to ask his soldiers to move the fallen human wooden targets to the mound for inspection, but ran over to take a sneak peek.
It's incredible. The entire offensive drill was like a joke. Claude led a security team of more than 20 people to first pass through the artillery attack area in a dispersed formation, rendering the defender's artillery useless, and then They lay down on the ground and crawled forward at the maximum range of 300-meter musket fire, leaving the defenders with no target to aim at and could only prepare for close combat. As a result, Claude and the others stopped moving forward at a distance of about 150 to 200 meters. Instead, they lay down on the ground and aimed and shot.
This is simply target practice. Even though the defenders have an artillery piece, all onlookers are clearly aware that in the face of such an attack, the artillery has no effect at all. Even if it hits 100 times, it can only fire five rounds at this time. , and Claude's attacker could only reduce the number of five soldiers at most, but this still could not change the ending of the defender's total annihilation.
We can't blame the human wooden target on the defensive position for standing there motionless. This is the current military regulations. It is strictly stipulated that soldiers must also line up during defense and use volley fire and musket shooting far beyond the enemy's range to eliminate or destroy the enemy. It is to defeat the enemy's attack. Even if a comrade is hit by a stray bullet and falls to the ground, injured or even killed, the remaining soldiers must still line up closely, fill the gaps in the queue, and continue to obey the orders of their commanders to load their ammunition and fire in unison.
Sixty-one human-shaped wooden targets on the defensive position are neatly arranged on the hillside. Because it is a field confrontation exercise, these human-shaped wooden targets are brand new just brought out from the warehouse. Onlookers can see these human-shaped wooden targets. The clear and brand-new bullet marks left by being hit on the wooden target.
The shooting accuracy of the garrison soldiers trained by Claude is still very good, although it is not like target practice in the large yard behind the treatment center, and the distance is more than a hundred meters. But because I was used to lying on the ground and shooting, I could still suppress the muzzle of the gun. In addition, the human-shaped wooden targets that are closely arranged and clustered together on the defensive position look relatively large as aiming targets. Even if you miss the target you are aiming at, you don’t have to worry about where the gun will fly, because this shot is likely to Will hit the human wooden target next to it.
Most of the targets of the first and second rounds of musket shooting were the human-shaped wooden targets surrounding the tree that served as the cannon. It seemed that the soldiers in the guard kept in mind what Claude said in advance. On the battlefield, Artillery poses the greatest threat and must be struck as soon as possible. As long as those gun crew members are eliminated, the artillery will become a decoration and will not pose a threat to everyone's life safety.
The third and fourth rounds of musket shooting swept away most of the human-shaped wooden targets lined up in three rows. There were a total of twenty-seven muskets. The fat-bellied Gimi was tall and powerful, and Claude asked him to carry five He followed him with the spare musket that had been loaded with gunpowder. When he started shooting, Claude only needed to light the match rope to shoot six times in one breath. He was very confident that he hit five in the first round of shooting. It was a target. It was not clear whether the last shot hit Claude. It was very likely that it hit the human-shaped wooden target that had already been shot once.
The last two rounds of musket shooting were purely a matter of picking up the pieces, because there were not many human-shaped targets left. Before the fifth round of shooting, Claude remembered that there were still six or seven erected, but before the last round of shooting, only six or seven were left on the defensive position. Of the next three human-shaped wooden targets, two were only hit by two or three shots. The last human-shaped wooden target was the worst, with seven or eight bullet holes in it.
Looking at the bullet marks left on the 61 human-shaped wooden targets arranged on the hillside, many onlookers were amazed. They did not expect that Claude could use this method to defeat the weak and the strong. This was a habit for many. It was a big surprise for officers who used the method of fighting such as marching in formation and firing together. Many people have begun to think about whether Claude's offensive method can be introduced into large battles.
Lieutenant Kemondo looked at the human-shaped wooden target on the ground, his face turning green and white. He was still very confident when he first started practicing, but he didn't expect that his face would be hit so quickly, and it would be his side that failed. With superior strength and artillery support, the result was that the entire army was annihilated.
"I don't accept it, Chief Claude. You are just cheating by fighting like this. You should line up openly and openly and attack my soldiers with volley fire. Only by annihilating our defenders can we truly gain." "Victory" Captain Kemeng was a bit arrogant.
Claude shook his head: "That means letting my soldiers die. My troops are at a disadvantage. In addition, my task is to occupy the position, not to line up to fight you. Now that I have occupied the position, it explains my attack. The method is very effective and feasible”
"If you think that you can win this field confrontation exercise by letting your soldiers crawl around like maggots on the ground, then I have no objection to your self-righteous victory." Lieutenant Cmondeau blushed and retorted: "I regard you as a I am a soldier of the glorious Blue Feather Legion, so I want to compete with you openly, but you disappoint me. Look at yourself, do you still have the dignity of a soldier
Our soldiers of the Blue Feather Legion must keep their appearance neat and tidy even if they die in battle. But look at your soldiers, do they still have the dignity of soldiers like this? They are soldiers, not beggars, lying on the ground and sneaking around. Shoot, there's nothing glorious about such a victory. If we also learn your fighting style in the war, even if we win, it will become a joke to the entire Farea continent. We are the Blue Feather Army, not the Maggot Army."
The April rainy season has just ended, and although the mountains are green, the soil is still a little wet. When Claude was rehearsing the attack, he led his security team to first run prone, and then crawl forward on the ground. To be honest, the quality of military uniforms in this era was not that wear-resistant. In just over a hundred meters, the knees and elbows of many police soldiers had been worn out, and a few of them had their uniforms worn by those on the ground. Rocks, vines and the like made big holes.
Coupled with the soil stained on it, and his face blackened by gunpowder smoke when he was lying on the ground and shooting, Lieutenant Kemont's accusation was not wrong. After such an offensive drill, the soldiers of the guard did look like those sloppy soldiers. beggar. Even Claude was no exception. There were a lot of muddy stains on his military uniform, and there was a big crack on the outside of his left leg pants. Even the gray-white wool thermal long johns underneath could be seen.
Originally, the onlookers of the legion were surprised by Claude's attack method and results, but after listening to Captain Quemondo's argument and looking at the current appearance of Claude and the guardsmen, they couldn't help but think that Quemont What the ensign said made sense. Although Claude's attack method was very effective, it was also very embarrassing. The victory of crawling on the ground made many onlookers who valued military honor higher than their own lives to think again in their hearts whether it was worth it.
Claude could only smile bitterly. He had no way to convince officers like Lieutenant Cmondeau because of his different ideas. What he wanted to do was to try his best to save the lives of his soldiers on the battlefield, so that he could sacrifice a few less soldiers whose uniforms were in tatters and looked like beggars. The price is already a huge advantage. Isn't the essence of war just to destroy the enemy and preserve oneself to win? Why bother with all the bells and whistles
You would rather die on the battlefield with your soldiers neatly groomed than live on the ground crawling around like maggots. This is bullshit. Do you think all the soldiers under your command are willing to die like you said? If not Military law is harsh. Which soldier is willing to line up in a neat queue and walk towards the enemy's artillery fire to face the threat of death
There are many officers like Lieutenant Kemondo not only in the Blue Feather Legion, but also in the kingdom. They regard the soldiers as nothing more than their own brothers and sisters. For them, when soldiers go to the private sector to recruit young people, many recruits will join the army. They only need to learn to march in formation and fire in unison and obey orders after a short period of training, and then they can go to the battlefield and become a step for them to gain military merit and glory. As for how many soldiers died, they didn't care. At worst, if they all died, they would go back to civilian recruitment.
Although lieutenant-level officers also risk their lives on the battlefield and withstand the test of artillery fire, their survival rate is much higher than that of soldiers who are regarded as cannon fodder, at least higher than that of sergeants like Claude. Just like when marching in a queue, a sergeant like Claude often becomes the dependence of the soldiers. He needs to stand in the middle of the queue and direct the soldiers on both sides to ensure the speed of the queue and the distance from the front row. .
Lieutenant Xiang Kemengduo, on both sides of the queue, two or three meters away from the queue, supervised and blew the bronze whistle in his mouth, so that the queue of soldiers marched to the rhythm of the whistle. After entering the enemy's firing range, everyone can imagine whether the enemy's salvo fire will be aimed at an officer standing alone or at a queue of soldiers clustered together. Unless there is bad luck, a row of soldiers, non-commissioned officers and sergeants have all died, and the officers next to them can still lively direct the subsequent queues to fill the vacancies in front.
There are also medical soldiers and stretcher-bearing teams. When providing first aid to wounded or injured soldiers on the battlefield, the first rule is to save the officers first. If the soldier is seriously injured and the officer is slightly injured, save the officer first. When an officer is killed in battle or a soldier is injured, the officer's body is first removed from the battlefield and placed there, regardless of the life or death of the injured soldier. Only when no officer casualties are found on the battlefield can battlefield rescue be carried out for injured soldiers.
It is precisely such unequal military regulations that have caused the actual contradiction between the two classes of officers and soldiers. Of course, this is also closely related to the large number of noble children in the kingdom who join the army and become formal officers. As a result, the Royal Army had to vigorously promote veterans from among the soldiers to sergeants and sergeants to make up for the tense relationship between officers and soldiers.
Therefore, what Captain Cmondeau said against Claude was very pleasant to the ears of many people. For example, the fat-headed and big-eared Major Maurymed, who loudly agreed: "Well said, our soldiers of the Blue Feather Legion We should line up in a neat queue, take firm steps, stride forward with our heads raised and our chests held high. No matter how fierce the artillery fire is, it cannot destroy our belief in victory. Let the enemy collapse in front of our steely will. Even if we make huge sacrifices, we can carve a heroic image in the hearts of our enemies, so that all enemies will be frightened and flee when they see the blue feathers flying on our caps."
Claude didn't want to argue with a fool. Major Morimede was just a bystander, so he could naturally praise the soldiers who died and talk nonsense. If you ask him to stand in the front row and take a look at the middle of the queue, he might just piss himself when he hears the enemy's artillery fire after walking a few steps. He might even collapse on the ground and dig into the pile of dead bodies.
Instead, it was the conversation between the lieutenant colonel and the other officers next to him that attracted Claude's attention more.
"In fact, building a low wall in front of the defender's queue can withstand most of the attacker's shots, and can effectively reduce the unnecessary casualties of the defender's soldiers. Perhaps we can include this as one of the key points to pay attention to in the defensive position."
"I think it's too rigid for the defenders to line up and wait on the defensive position. In fact, the attackers don't have enough troops. When they start to lie on the ground and shoot, they immediately launch a countercharge and rely on their superiority in strength to rush over and eliminate the enemy in hand-to-hand combat."
Claude walked towards Second Lieutenant Most: "Are we going to conduct defense drills next?"
Second Lieutenant Most shook his head: "No need. Lieutenant Kemondo thinks that as long as you lie down on the ground and shoot and attack in the same way as defense, he will not be able to conduct drills. He thinks this is a rogue and embarrassing way of playing. , without any military grace or honor, so he didn’t want to have the same experience as you, so he took his squadron back to the camp first."