Chapter 292 Forward! Assault!
"Damn it!" Marbury spit fiercely. The 20 infantry guns in his hand were all three-pound guns. Although they were very light and moved quickly, its disadvantage was that its power was too small to penetrate the sand wall of the other party.
"Continue to shell!" Marbury looked back at the sky. The originally distant cloud line was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it would arrive in a flash. The wind was getting wilder and wilder, blowing their war flags fiercely.
Marbury did not expect that these 20 infantry guns could destroy the opponent's position, but he still hoped to make some gaps so that his subordinates could attack more parts of the opponent and cause greater casualties.
"Well, let's fight back, but this kind of gun is really not a threat to this kind of scattered line." Liang Pengfei gave instructions to the gunners who had already prepared for stimulants. Soon, Liang's artillery began to fight back.
The guns on both sides are all small cannons. The positions on the side of the Liang family army were smashed by the Dutch cannons. Although the guns on this side could not cause major casualties, it was still possible to bring down one or two people with one shot.
" Major, we don't have much time." At this time, an officer walked to a gloomy face and looked at the artillery of both sides beside Major Marbury. I suggest attacking, preferably now. I'm afraid that after firing a few more rounds of artillery, we won't have a chance to fire.
"Okay." Marbury sighed deeply. This kind of ill-prepared battle was the most reluctant for him, but Colonel Michels' strict order and the damn ghostly weather forced him to launch an attack in advance.
"All soldiers, move forward!" Major Marbury's messengers began to run behind the team on horseback, loudly conveying Major Marbury's orders. Soon, the team of 3,000 people marched forward again. This time, their pace, accompanied by more compact and exciting drum beats, approached the position.
This kind of Liang Pengfei has seen a lot of war films describing this era in later generations. However, when he saw these guys drumming, he stepped forward like a zombie, which gave him the feeling that it was not as exciting as in a blockbuster with music. He only felt that he was facing three. Thousands of idiots who are about to die.
Looking at the Dutch soldier on the opposite side being hit backwards by a shell, and then a terrible empty wound appeared on his body. The soldier who was hit in the chest and abdomen at this distance had no hope of survival at all. However, Marbury turned a blind eye to the casualties of morale and continued to call on the soldiers to move forward.
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"Attention! Check the guns in your hands for the last time, all, bayonet, forward," Major Marbury, who strode in the middle of the team, loudly reminded his subordinates, waving the saber in his hand and pointing diagonally forward.
And their opponent, the army led by the Chinese pirate Liang Pengfei, is still hiding behind the position. However, the iron-black helmets are exposed again, and the muzzles of the muzzles are aiming this way. From the side, it looks like a row of black keys of the piano, but there is no end. It is so dense that people can stand on it and jump on the black button of a ballet.
The Dutch soldiers still strode towards the gun forest in front of them, which not only showed their courage, but also showed their strict military discipline and desire to fight.
Through the center of the sight, he looked at the Dutch soldiers on the opposite side. Although they were trying to keep calm, they still showed their inner nervous and uneasy faces. The special shooter Mei Acai's eyes hidden under the steel helmet narrowed thinner. In the end, he set his goal slightly to the right. On an officer's chest, the other party's progress suddenly stopped at this time, which made Mei Acai curse in his heart fiercely, took a deep breath of the more humid air, and continued to maintain the aiming posture.
At this time, the long horizontal line of the Dutchmen began to change. Their left wing continued to move forward, but the Chinese army and the right wing had stopped outside the shooting range of the musket.
"All, raise your gun, the first row forward, shoot!" Captain Merlin, who commanded the left wing attack, stopped when he was about to reach the range, ignored the shells that continued to roar and gave the order loudly.
The long-term and excellent training of the Dutch soldiers showed at this moment. They neatly lined up and aimed forward and opened fire. Then, the second row of soldiers crossed their comrades-in-arms and raised their guns to shoot. Then, the third row moved forward and also opened fire on the position.
This distance cannot be accurately shot, but the bullets fired will still cause harm to the human body, and Captain Merlin needs this effect. Bullets shot small gunshots on the sandbag position and raised small yellow flowers made of sand. From time to time, some bullets hit the soldiers of the Special First Battalion, knocking on their helmets, making a crisp sound, beating the soldiers back slightly, except for a few unlucky ones. In addition, almost all the soldiers were safe and sound. They still quietly aimed at the front, looking for the targets that were about to enter their range.
At this time, Liang Pengfei, who had retreated to the rear and was closely protected by his personal guards, frowned slightly. The Dutch commander opposite seemed to be really long-lasting and very old-fashioned.
Their 18th century attack method really opened Liang Pengfei's eyes. This is indeed a good way to launch an attack. It is simply a three-stage attack, relying on continuous firepower strikes to suppress the defense, and can also take the opportunity to push forward.
"Enter the shooting distance!" At this time, a special battalion officer responsible for measuring the progress of the other party shouted loudly. At this time, Liang Shuisheng, the commander of the special 1st battalion, the supreme commander in the position, shouted "Shoot!"
Almost at the moment when Liang Shuisheng's order was given, the right wing of the special first battalion position, which was still dead, suddenly spewed out a row of dense white smoke. The Dutch soldiers who stood and shot alternately as if they had hit a wall, collapsing blood, screaming, and the musket that flew out of their hands seemed to It confirms the fierceness and accuracy of the special battalion's firepower.
"Go ahead and keep shooting!" Captain Merlin roared loudly, inspiring his soldiers to move forward. The Dutch officers who stood in the middle of the team and bravely straightened their chests with the soldiers to face the bullets also roared, and their short fire was already fired.
Rows of shooting formed rows of wild smoke, but they were soon dispersed by the strong wind. The dark clouds that were originally far away in the sky have now rolled up, wantonly spreading its figure that is enough to cover the sky, as if to swallow up the whole earth into black. Night.
In the gloomy clouds, thunder and lightning shuttled brightly. At this time, Major Marbury knew that if he would not launch a full-scale attack, he was afraid that his subordinates could not shoot with a single shot. His command knife was raised high again, and then waved down and pointed straight ahead. Almost at the same time, it was originally quiet. The Chinese army and the right wing acted at the same time, towards the front, using the same attack as the left wing, and launched an attack on the special camp ahead.
Boom! ... And the sudden dense and heinous explosion from the left wing made the command knife in Major Marbury's hand almost slip to the ground. He suddenly turned around and looked at the left wing, where countless small black spots appeared from behind the enemy's position, and then fell to the line of brave Dutch soldiers who were advancing, and there was another dense fire. Light and smoke, as well as the deafening explosion.
"God!" Marbury reflected for a long time. Grenadier, that's a Grenadier. They actually have grenadiers? He shouted in disbelief.
Grenadier was a unit of the European army in the mid-17th century. Grenadier was an early short-range artillery unit. Their combat mode was more like infantry, and they were also the first combat unit to successfully blow up buildings. Because the volume and weight of grenades at that time were similar to small shells, it was necessary to select soldiers with excessive arms among the infantry to throw them. In battle, these soldiers needed to throw grenades at the enemy in front of their own fronts. Therefore, in the European army, the title of grenadier was used as an honor for the heroic combat performance of soldiers. The reputation also shows that the grenadier is the elite and the best among the infantry.
However, in addition to appearing in the European battlefield, Marbury, who has been in the East for nearly ten years, has never seen any Eastern opponent has such a system, but it actually appeared here.
Looking at the brave robes being swallowed up by the orange flame and then torn into pieces, watching them scream and holding the broken limbs on the way forward, Marbury's gray eyes were full of angry flames.
Whether to move forward or retreat is a difficult choice for Marbury. If you retreat, it is bound to cause an immeasurable blow to the morale of the troops trapped on the Kendavan bank. Moving forward, the powerful short-range killing unit of the opponent's grenadiers will bloom Pandora's roses on their way forward. The way of the attack caused huge casualties to the soldiers.
Marbury looked back behind him. In the distance, he saw vague figures standing on the wall, which were robes that expected them to win. At the gate of the castle, horses were moving to the northeast under the cover of the gray sky.
"Yes, we still have cavalry, and we have more than each other. We can't lose this war." Marbury clenched his fist fiercely and gave the order loudly: "Brave Dutch soldiers, move forward! Assault!"
(to be continued)