Chapter 970 Open the champagne in advance

"How is this possible! What is that!"

Bono de Cullen roared. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. The heroic French soldiers actually fell in pieces.

This power is completely different from what is recorded in the book. If the British rockets really had this power, then tens of thousands of rockets would not have burned Copenhagen to the ground, but would have directly blown it up.

The surrounding staff officers also looked at each other, and the optimism before the war was wiped out. The explosion of these rockets was now more powerful than a direct shot from a six-pounder.

At this time, in order to ensure the lethality, the six-pounder gun usually only used shotgun shells within 150 meters.

But at this time, the Austrian rockets were at least seven or eight hundred meters away from the French army. It would be too much to have such terrible power at such a distance.

The French soldiers at the front were even more surprised than Bono de Cullen, because their comrades were blown to pieces right next to them.

The lethality of these rockets is even greater than those of heavy artillery.

Poor Benoit Valentin once again encountered misfortune. Although his comrades in front blocked him from fragmentation damage, he was still swept up by the air wave of the anti-infantry rocket, thrown into the sky again, and fell headlong into the soft ground. on the grass.

Those French soldiers who were hit by fragments were not so lucky. Under the action of a large amount of gunpowder, a large number of fragments could easily penetrate clothing and penetrate the skin and muscles of the human body like bullets, carrying huge kinetic energy and traveling randomly in the human body.

Being able to die on the spot is a kind of luck. Those who do not die on the spot will have to endure tremendous pain, and most of them will die because they cannot receive timely treatment or due to excessive blood loss, or they will be directly injured alive. die.

The few people who can be saved and receive timely treatment will most likely die of postoperative infection within a month.

Captain Pierre, who failed to fall under the double cover of Austrian artillery fire and rockets, was even more desperate.

There were almost no people still standing around him, and there were wailing and corpses that couldn't even utter wailing everywhere.

Finally he saw a figure still standing in front of him, that was his old friend Captain Hook.

Captain Hook is a tough guy who wiped out an Algerian village with only five men in Algeria.

Captain Pierre immediately quickened his pace when he saw the back of his old friend, walked to Captain Hook and patted him on the shoulder.

“Although the German pig’s firepower was fierce, it still couldn’t knock down the French man.

It’s just a pity for those young boys and sons.”

Captain Pierre was talking to himself, but Captain Hook's body suddenly fell straight back.

Captain Hook had already lost his life. There was a huge piece of unbroken shrapnel stuck in his body, and his death was very horrifying.

Captain Hook stared, the fear before death still lingering on his face.

This made Captain Pierre take a breath of air. No one is not afraid of death.

It's just that the French army's military discipline was too strict at this time, but he couldn't help but look back.

Captain Pierre had already put some distance between himself and the large army, and that distance was filled with dead bodies.

When he looked ahead, there was no one there. At this time, Captain Pierre did not feel as lonely as "thinking about the world and crying alone with sadness".

The first thought that flashed through his mind was "Where have the skirmishers gone?" However, the next second a bullet accurately hit his face.

Four hundred meters away, a young Austrian officer put down his rifle and said to the orderly on the side.

"Ninth one, this time it's a headshot!"

"Yes, sir."

After the orderly answered, he ran to a blackboard and deftly drew an afro mark under Heinzel's name.

In addition to Heinzel, there are more than a dozen names, and they are all sharpshooters selected from hundreds of thousands of Austrian soldiers.

Of course, even for a sharpshooter who is one in a million, shooting a target from a distance of about 400 meters is a bit exaggerated in this era.

But if you take a closer look at the guns in their hands, you will see that all they use are the latest sniper rifles.

After several years of development, the Austrian sniper program has initially acquired the ability to manufacture high-power sniper scopes.

However, based on the actual battlefield conditions at the time, firearm data, and the habits of the soldiers, a 2.5x lens was ultimately adopted.

Those who can be selected as snipers are all born hunters. Most of their physical skills such as eyesight are far superior to ordinary people. In the eyes of ordinary people, small objects that are undetectable in the distance are so obviously big in the eyes of these guys. .

Too high magnification will affect the sniping efficiency of these people. In actual wars, the targets they shoot at usually do not exceed 500 meters.

There is only a small chance that these people will need to perform ultra-long-range shooting when dealing with enemy artillery.

Due to the limitations of the times and the pursuit of range, the barrel length of the sniper rifle they used was close to 1.2 meters, the total length was close to 1.6 meters, and the total combat weight reached an astonishing 7 kilograms.

The British main rifle of the same era, the M1840 Brunswick, was only 1.4 meters long and weighed 4.5 kilograms. The French Charleville M1842 rifle was 1.5 meters long and weighed 5.2 kilograms.

This may not be intuitive enough. In other words, the heavy anti-material sniper rifle Barrett with a special silencer has a total length of 1.63 meters, and the famous sniper rifle AWP in Counter-Strike weighs 6.9 kilograms.

Although it seems a bit funny, it is indeed the best rifle of the Austrian Arms Development Agency at this time, and it also occupies an absolute advantage in the world.

The main rifle of the French army has been the Charleville rifle since 1717. The Charleville 1777 is the most produced flintlock rifle in human history.

Eight million Charlevilles accompanied France in its southern and northern campaigns in 1777 and participated in almost all wars from 1777 to 1850.

The American Revolutionary War, the French Revolution, the Napoleonic Wars, and the bloody massacres in countless colonies made Charleville 1777 famous.

It was not until 1842 that the French discovered that this gun was a bit outdated, so they changed the ignition method from flintlock to percussion and it has been used ever since.

The arrogance of the French also doomed them to failure. These antiques from 70 to 80 years ago are naturally inferior to the era-changing lever-action rifles equipped by the Austrian army at this time.

The battle between the skirmishers on both sides was a massacre. The number of Austrian skirmishers, whose rate of fire and accuracy was several times that of the French army, was also several times that of the French army's skirmishers.

Coupled with the baptism of snipers, artillery, and rockets in the rear, Bono de Cullen's elite skirmishers did not play their due role, and they were completely wiped out before even waiting for the large forces in the rear.

The skirmishers on one side were completely wiped out, something that had never happened on the battlefield. Moreover, the imagined firepower vacuum period of the Austrian army did not appear. The heavy artillery roared continuously and the rockets were overwhelming.

Less than thirty minutes into the battle, Bono de Cullen lost six of his best battalions.

He stared at what was happening in front of him. He couldn't understand it at all. It had nothing to do with the war histories he had read and the wars he had observed.

At the German Allied Forces Command, a young aristocratic officer shook the wine bottle in his hand excitedly and flicked his fingers hard.

With a "pop" sound, the cork drew a graceful arc, and the foam and the fragrant wine shot out together.

"For victory!"

"For glory!"

"For justice!"

"To our dear His Highness Franz! May he lead us to victory forever!"

"Long live!"

What made Franz even more helpless was that the melody of Shinra music "God Save Our Emperor Franz" sounded in the venue at the right time.