Chapter 173: 173 Ridicule on the battlefield

Chapter 173: 173 Ridicule on the battlefield

Chapter 173 173 Ridicule on the battlefield

"Hey! Aren't these lunatics afraid of death?" A soldier from the Tang Group's security force was lying on the edge of the trench, looking at the Cyric soldiers who were pressing up again, and murmured with a wonderful expression on his face.

"We have charged twice, and they can't even disperse...Are they all fools?" Another soldier looked at the dense phalanx and said disdainfully.

They had already discussed this matter in advance when they were in class. Once the attack was suppressed by new weapons, they had to find a way to solve the problem instead of rigidly implementing outdated tactics and wasting the lives of soldiers.

For example, when Tang Mo assumed that the enemy had automatic weapons, all the soldiers must come up with their own corresponding tactics if they wanted to pass the exam.

 The most primitive methods include: spreading out the troops, crawling forward, covering each other alternately, and using hunters with excellent shooting skills to continuously fire to suppress the opponent's firepower.

These tactics can reduce one's own losses as much as possible, and can be regarded as countermeasures that can get a passing score.

 More reasonable tactics are to organize artillery fire coverage, dig in to shorten the charging distance, use the terrain to make bold insertions, etc.

Of course, Tang Mo asked his students to do their best to regularly think of more advanced tactics, improve weapons and equipment, and strive not to fall behind in technology.

Under such training, it is simply impossible for the commanders of the Datang Group to use the old-fashioned square formation tactics to charge into the enemy's machine gun positions.

These officers will not be so rigid in their thinking. Let alone attacking three times in a row, they will play more tricks before the first attack is launched.

  It can be said unceremoniously that in front of Tang Mo's students, the so-called famous generals of this era are almost all NPCs in the novice teaching mode, and they are simply "young" for free.

"We attacked twice in a row and lost at least two legions. As a result, we couldn't even touch our position... It's really bad." He squinted his eyes and looked at the people stepping on them through the gaps in the weeds. The enemy whose corpses are advancing, complained a soldier of the Datang Group's security force who was a blacksmith.

The monitor next to him even commented speechlessly: "If this were put to our class for assessment, let alone pass, we wouldn't even get thirty points, okay?"

"Thirty points? Stop making trouble. Did you read the thirty-point paper last time? At least they know how to suppress it by firing two rounds of grenades first, right?" Another soldier sneered.

Every soldier in the trenches is actually trained as a battalion commander or even a regiment commander, so each of them can see some clues at this moment.

 In fact, this war is also a large-scale exercise and assessment for them. Tang Mo once told them that after this assessment, they would have the opportunity to be selected to perform more important tasks.

"At least... let us have a chance to fight... What is this?" Behind this trench, in another trench, the platoon leader responsible for covering the machine gun position complained anxiously.

 From the beginning of the battle until now, his troops have been almost in concealment. In other words, until now, Cyric's troops have not even figured out where the core defensive positions of the Datang Group's troops are.

As a frontline commander, he hopes that his troops and the men he trains will have the opportunity to prove themselves and learn more in such a precious battle.

 It is a pity that until now, they have not had the chance to fire at the enemy, and most soldiers have not even had the chance to fire a shot.

Chasseurs deployed in front of the trenches still have the opportunity to fire a few shots to prove their presence. But the soldiers guarding the trenches in front of the machine gun positions really didn't have a chance to fire a serious shot.

Not to mention, they had previously wanted to test grenades, test the concealment performance of trenches, and verify various tactical coordination...

As a result, none of these tests were completed because the enemy's artillery was too old and there was not even enough verification data for the trench's explosion resistance...

The only time the opponent's artillery shell hit the trench did not cause huge casualties, but no one could prove whether such an isolated case could represent an accurate result.

Amidst the commotion, the enemy approached the machine gun position again this time, and the sound of strafing began again.

 This time, the enemy seems to be more experienced. When the machine guns started firing, these soldiers began to bend down and hide. The phalanxes on the two wings began to collapse. Most of the soldiers in the phalanx in the middle found a suitable position and lay down in the sea of ​​blood.

Reasonable evasion allowed these soldiers to avoid the incoming bullets, but they had to have close contact with the dead bodies, which must have caused a lot of psychological trauma.

Some soldiers turned around and ran behind them. Compared with their timid appearance when they first attacked, their escape speed could definitely set a world record.

It is precisely because the enemy troops dispersed faster this time that the number of people killed by machine guns was significantly less compared to the previous two times.

 Including the loss of artillery in the first attack, Cyric's side paid a price of almost 1,300 men, while the loss in the second attack was around 1,000 men.

This time, because Baron Stella's troops were defeated at such a lightning speed, they probably only lost less than 500 people.

Although the losses were still heavy and the entire legion almost lost its combat effectiveness, compared to the previous two times, the loss of 500 people was really not that much. When the follow-up troops rushed up again, they saw nearly 3,000 corpses lying on the ground, almost covering the ground.

 The weather temperature at this time was actually very high, so the corpses were crowded and stacked, so the air was still filled with a strange smell.

 In fact, being able to smell such a smell is largely due to psychological effects. Because compared to the stench of sulfur, it is impossible for the corpse to decompose so obviously in just one day, and it is impossible to have a strong smell.

However, these stacked corpses did affect the will of the attackers and made this road difficult to walk.

If possible, Giese wanted to order the soldiers to remove the corpses scattered on the battlefield and dispose of them completely.

After all, it is the season. If you are not careful at all, the body will start to rot and deteriorate. When the time comes, malaria will start to occur again, and the plague will become rampant, it will really be over.

Unfortunately, Jisi also knew that Tang Mo might not agree with his plan to collect the corpses of his soldiers.

The battle entered a fierce rhythm on the first day. Cyric's 4th legion pressed forward across the line, and three battalions of soldiers lined up, pressing aggressively towards the Datang Group's defense line.

The offensive operation began again, but this time after less than three minutes of machine gun fire, the troops gave up and retreated desperately, not even daring to look back.

This time Cyric's troops disintegrated no better than the army of Baron Stella, whose military discipline was lax. They only lasted less than five minutes before they dispersed.

The entire regiment collapsed instantly. Under the ruthless blow of the machine gun, they ran back crying and ran back, and soon they rushed out of the coverage of the machine gun.

 After returning to the starting point and counting, these Cyrics lost more than 500 people, but the injury rate was really high.

On the position of the Datang Group's security forces, a soldier stared dumbly at the Cyric phalanx that was retreating like a tide again. He asked softly and somewhat depressedly: "They... aren't here to cheat, are they?"

"Yeah! Just hit him and run away?" Another soldier also nodded and said in agreement.

"Ha..." The soldier not far away yawned, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes in boredom, and said helplessly: "I'm sleepy! Damn it, can't these guys rush over and let us shoot them too?" How many died?"

 For an outstanding student in his class, this battle was too simple, so simple that he lost interest.

The squad leader pointed to the end of a vertical communication trench protruding in front of their position and said to his men: "What a beautiful thought. Have you seen the chasseurs in front?"

"Yeah, I saw it, what's wrong?" A group of people nodded, as if they were back in their childhood, answering the teacher's questions together.

The squad leader stretched out **** and explained seriously: "He has only fired two shots since the beginning of the war! Only two shots..."

It was indeed two shots. There was no way. The enemies were too dense. Before they had time to fire, most of them had been hit by the machine gun bullets and were unable to fight.

“Standing so close, you only have the chance to fire two shots?” Several soldiers asked in shock and disbelief.

The squad leader pointed at the defeated Cyric soldiers, shook his head and said, "Didn't you see that these people are running more smoothly each time?"

 “Ha! It’s true!” A group of people nodded politely, because they did feel the changes in the enemy.

After all, there are only a few teams that are like steel and attack regardless. The vast majority of Cyric's soldiers who are left are mortal bodies, and they cannot fight in a fierce battle.

Just when everyone was making fun of Cyric's dullness and weakness, a man riding a horse appeared on the horizon in the distance.

This is a private army officer of Cyric, with a strong war horse on his hip, holding a white flag high in his hand, and he is getting closer and closer cautiously.

"I'm here to negotiate!" the Cyric officer shouted loudly: "Don't shoot! I'm here to negotiate!"

While shouting, he was still afraid of being misunderstood by others and waved the white flag in his hand: "I came here to negotiate on the order of Lord Giese!"

 (End of this chapter)