The starting point is about one thousand meters away from Wilf Hill. The queue was relatively orderly for the first two hundred meters. Everyone knew that this distance was considered safe. Following Lieutenant Colonel Rosler's brass whistle, the attacking team approached the enemy's position step by step.
Claude stood in the middle of the first row. The speed and parallelism of the teams on both sides were based on him. He walked numbly with his legs into the 800-meter shelling range. At this time, Claude was very nervous. This was a gamble of life. No one knew whether he would be the one to survive the enemy's fire.
Claude was not the only one, almost all the soldiers were nervous. The steps began to become stiff and heavy, and he moved forward step by step amid the sharp copper whistle next to him. As a soldier, it is an inevitable fate to go to the battlefield. What Claude regrets is that he was caught by Lieutenant Colonel Rosler and did not have the opportunity to try his own offensive method.
But Lieutenant Colonel Rosler had been ordered by the Grand Prince to lead the Ranger Battalion to attack. As a member of the Ranger Battalion, Claude could not resist him. If there is a conflict with Lieutenant Colonel Rosler at this time, he will only suffer the loss. In the face of a powerful enemy, no one will care about the opinion of a petty sergeant. Lieutenant Colonel Rosler is more willing to treat himself as a chicken.
Seven hundred meters, the enemy did not fire, six hundred meters, the enemy still did not fire artillery. The atmosphere became more and more tense, and the sweat on Claude's forehead dropped drop by drop. At this moment, he felt that time was so long, and everything seemed to be still in his mind, except for the sharp copper whistle. It was so harsh and clear, urging me to move forward involuntarily.
After another very long and very short moment, four loud noises were heard in Claude's ears, and four plumes of white smoke rose from the Wilf Hill position in the distance. Claude's eyes saw four black dots growing from small to large, flashing through the air slowly and really quickly. Behind him came the sound of watermelons being smashed, uncontrollable screams, and continuous There was a constant commotion and the shouting of officers.
The enemy fired artillery. For some reason, Claude suddenly felt less panicked, his feet felt like he was walking, and his steps became stronger. The copper whistle was still urging in the ears, and the team continued to move forward.
After a minute or two, the artillery on the hilltop fired again. Claude heard four loud noises and saw four plumes of white smoke. He saw the black cannonballs approaching from far away, growing from small to large, and plunged into the queue behind him. This time Claude also heard the shrill whistling sound of artillery shells flying in the air, and screams and howls came from behind again. It seemed that some soldiers fled back, but soon, a scream was accompanied by the officer. A loud warning: "Anyone who escapes will be killed without mercy."
Perhaps the first five attacks caused them to consume too many artillery shells. The enemy position on Wilf Hill fired a total of six or seven rounds of artillery before they ceased fire. However, these rounds of artillery still brought heavy casualties to the attacking team. After walking for a long time, Claude could still hear the screams from behind. They were the painful wails of dying soldiers who were injured by the shelling. Voice
Claude swore that he would never forget what he had just seen, and of course he had to survive the offensive battle first. In the enemy's last round of shelling, he almost thought that he would die. The cannonball clearly grew in size in his eyes, and he felt that the cannonball was aimed at him.
At that moment Claude felt that he had been frozen in this scene. He forgot everything and his mind went blank. He just watched the speed of the cannonball in the air becoming very slow and very clear. He could even see It was clear that the cannonball was rotating slowly, and the cast lines on the iron ball were faintly discernible. Claude wanted to avoid it, but found that he couldn't move his body and could only watch the cannonball rushing toward him.
But in the end, the cannonball passed by a foot away from Claude, and then Claude found that his consciousness returned to his body. He felt that he was walking forward again, and at the same time, he heard the sounds around him and There was a "plop" sound of a body falling to the ground and screams and screams behind him. A stream of warm liquid splashed onto Claude's back, and the smell of blood hit his nostrils.
Three hundred meters away, Claude was still walking forward. He saw that the enemies on the Wilf Hill defensive position had already formed up, and pointed the muzzle of their muskets at the attacking attackers who were pressing forward step by step on the gentle hillside. Team. At the same time, I also saw people busy next to the four artillery pieces, stuffing a gray-white cloth bag into the muzzle, and then pushing it deep into the artillery with a long push rod.
It was shotgun, and the soldiers in the front row tensed up, including Claude. If you walk another two hundred meters, you will face an attack by shotgun shells. The artillery fires solid shells based on luck. It depends on who is lucky enough to win the prize. Facing this large amount of shotshells, the soldiers at the front know that death is near. At present, no one can avoid it.
Claude was still rational. He stretched out his hand to instruct the soldiers in the same queue to keep up and not move slower and slower. He quietly ordered: "Send the order. When you are close to 100 meters, lie down and shoot. The first target is four artillery pieces."
The sharp copper whistle seemed to have become a little softer. Claude looked sideways to the left, only to see Lieutenant Colonel Rosler walking diagonally to the left, lengthening the distance from the queue. This time with Claude and the others The queue is five or six meters away. No wonder he came back intact from the first two attacks. Paralysis, you are so far away from the queue, the enemy must be aiming at the queue when shooting on the position, not you alone next to it.
He led the attack and showed his bravery in front of the eldest prince. At the last moment of the attack, he distanced himself to save his own life. At this moment, Claude was gnashing his teeth in hatred for Lieutenant Colonel Rosler. It was so beautiful that he allowed so many soldiers to die, but he was able to retreat with his life saved. If he were not in the front row, Claude really wanted to shoot Lieutenant Colonel Rosler's black gun, but he could only think about it now. In full view of the public, if he really did this, even if he did so, he would be killed in this battle. Even those who survive cannot escape the severe punishment of military law.
Two hundred meters away, the enemy formation on Wilf Hill raised their muskets and aimed at the approaching formation on the hillside. Claude's heart began to beat wildly. He seemed to feel that all the enemy's guns were pointed at him and continued to move forward. But in fact, the pace of the first line of troops had begun to slow down, and the left and right sides had unknowingly moved forward. Two positions behind
"Fire!" a command sounded from the enemy's position, and then a cloud of white gunpowder smoke rose up from the neatly arranged team. With three consecutive bursts of gunfire, the white gunpowder smoke almost filled the entire position.
No one can underestimate the oncoming gun, but Claude felt as if he was driving a small boat on a stormy sea. The person on the left fell to the ground, and he didn't know where he was hit. The soldier on the right opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily as if he was suffocating, making a breathing sound of "hehehe". Claude glanced at him, only to find that his face was distorted, but his footsteps were still moving forward with him.
An unfamiliar soldier in the back row hurriedly took two steps to fill the vacant position on Claude's left side. This was not something he came up willingly, but a subconscious reaction caused by the long-term brainwashing training of marching in formation. The vacancies in the first row were quickly filled by soldiers coming from behind, and everyone was still moving forward step by step.
More than 130 meters away, the enemy team at Wilf Hill had loaded ammunition and raised their muskets again. Claude heard the soldier who had just been added to the left praying to the God of War, hoping that he would either be shot to death and avoid being left in the world to suffer pain, or that he could return to his hometown intact and be reunited with his family.
Claude glanced at him. He was a soldier in his thirties. The military uniform he wore was the uniform of a soldier from the local army's garrison battalion. He walked forward with his eyes closed while praying.
"Fire!" The enemy's command he heard this time was clearer. There were three consecutive bursts of gunfire and another storm-like blow. Claude found that the first row had been riddled with holes, almost Suddenly more than half of the soldiers were missing, and the remaining soldiers were in a daze, staying where they were and not moving forward.
Claude still wasn't hit, and neither was the soldier praying next to him. The unlucky one this time was the soldier with a distorted face on the right. He no longer had to be nervous. A gun hit his chest. He fell to the ground pale, with a very peaceful expression and no life left.
The copper whistle became sharper and harsher, and soon came the hoarse roar of Lieutenant Colonel Roessler: "Why are you so dazed? Keep moving forward."
The enemy queue on Wilf Hill was nervously loading their muskets. They could fire together again before approaching a distance of 100 meters, but even within a distance of 100 meters, it was still impossible to capture Wilf Hill. Position, because there are four cannons loaded with shotgun waiting for the attackers to arrive. The hillside is so big. Two artillery can cover this hillside. Four artillery fires in turns. The attackers can't even think of rushing to the position.
I can't go up and die in vain. I can use my own methods to conquer Wilf's Hill. But the problem is that Lieutenant Colonel Rosler is really in the way. I have to find a way to get rid of him.
Perhaps the enemy on the position was loading the muskets, and because the first row suffered a lot of losses, the queue had stopped at this position. This time Lieutenant Colonel Rosler couldn't stay nearby. He had no choice but to rush to the front of the team, waved the command knife loudly and shouted: "Form the team immediately and continue to move forward. Ignore the wounded soldiers on the ground, move forward, behind you Follow up, fill it in, move quickly."
There were a lot of corpses lying on the ground on the hillside. They were the corpses of soldiers who had died in the previous five attacks, and they were all confiscated. Although it was June and the sun was shining in the sky, Claude could feel the wind blowing on the hillside and a biting coldness. Looking at Lieutenant Colonel Rosler's distorted face, Claude's heart moved. He stood up and shouted loudly: "The people behind you will make up for it quickly. Use me as the benchmark and line up in a horizontal line. Hurry up!"
Then Claude held the gun in his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand began to outline the pattern of the magic talisman in mid-air under the cover of the gun. At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Roesler began to walk to the left. He also wanted to distance himself from the formation to avoid becoming the target of fire from the enemy's position.
Strange soldiers stepped in from behind and stood in a row with Claude. Claude used his right index finger to touch Lieutenant Colonel Rosler a little, cast the spell he was silently chanting in his heart, and then shouted: "Follow me, move forward."
Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, who had just walked to the left side of the queue, was suddenly stunned. A transparent foam cover appeared around his body. Under the sunlight, the foam cover flashed with colorful lights.
Almost all the enemy soldiers who had loaded ammunition on Wilf's Hill pointed their guns at the big bubble shining in the sun. Many impatient soldiers opened fire directly without even waiting for the officer's order. The gunshots were fired in succession, and the body of Lieutenant Colonel Rosler, who was in this big bubble, could not help but tremble, and he was beaten into a hornet's nest.
"Get down," Claude shouted. He didn't know how many people in his squadron were still alive. Maybe the soldiers in the ranger camp would understand what he meant by shouting "get down," but the soldiers in other units didn't understand and only knew When he fell to the ground injured, he continued to move forward stupidly.
There were two corpses of soldiers where Claude chose to lie down, which could be used as cover for Claude. The distance was about 120 meters. Claude clamped the lit match rope to the cover of the medicine box, then set up a musket on the corpse, aimed at the figure around one of the four artillery pieces, and pulled the trigger.
As the gunfire rang out, Claude soon heard dozens of gunshots coming from beside and behind him. There were several missing figures next to the four artillery pieces, and panicked shouts rang out from the enemy's position. , one artillery even fired, firing out a swarm of shotgun shells, but no one was within its coverage, and it returned in vain.
There was a continuous sound of gunfire behind him. Claude looked back and saw that the soldiers of the Grand Prince's guard battalion were lined up in a neat formation, using the maximum range of their muskets to shoot at Wilf Hill from 300 meters away. Fire a salvo at the enemy's position. It's just that their results didn't seem to be very good. It seemed that only five or six of the enemy's ranks fell down on the position.