Humans use fire, humans are also afraid of fire, and although the memory genes inherited from the age of beasts have been consumed for hundreds of thousands of years, no one is immune.

If the fire in front of the trench is only a scattered small piece, then the Austrians can still grit their teeth and rush over, even if they are partially burned, they will eventually rush over. But they underestimated Xiao Letian's madness, and they also underestimated the huge power of gasoline incendiary bottles.

In this wave of Molotov cocktail attack, the task force smashed out more than 1,800 bottles, and if it had not been for the final death order of officers at all levels to stop it, I am afraid that the more than 2,000 bottles of incendiary bombs brought with it would have been completely consumed in this wave of attacks.

Originally, Xiao Lotian was able to go to the battlefield to improve morale, which was a good thing, but in the end, Xiao Letian was red-eyed, and the chaotic life under him was a bit chaotic.

Xiao Hexin and Sima Yun rushed to Xiao Letian, pointed to the fire in front of him and shouted, "My lord... You don't want to see what this fire has burned, and you still order it to be thrown away? How can you just have fun fighting a war? Please go back to the headquarters immediately, and that is your position......

Xiao Letian smiled wryly, and then looked at the sea of fire in front of him, he also knew that he was a little too fanatical, the overfire belt in front of the entire trench was ten meters wide, and the beating flames were full of rolling and struggling dying Austrians.

Look at the fire in front of Xiao Letian, a burning fire man is climbing forward helplessly, his burning arm stretching forward, and his dark fingers are aimed at Xiao Letian, as if he is going to strangle him in the next second.

It's a pity that people are flesh and blood after all, and when his fingers were about to touch the edge of the trench, Xiao Hexin raised his hand and shot two shots at the burning man's head, finally ending his pain.

"Master Long, take the adults out of the trenches...... Go to the headquarters to rest, the Prime Minister's responsibility is to formulate strategies and tactics, not to execute them personally, please don't rob us of our jobs......"

Long Ye embarrassedly held Xiao Letian's arm and whispered, "My lord, in fact, when the width of the fire field reaches six or seven meters, it is enough, and there is no need to throw incendiary bombs...... What a waste..."

Xiao Letian's face turned red, he didn't say anything, he knew that he was a little out of control just now, just thinking about how to enjoy the fight, but he didn't think about the issue of ammunition consumption.

In the final analysis, Xiao Letian is a master of strategy and tactics, and he is still very good at commanding large corps operations or specifying national policies or something, and it is not suitable for him to be an ordinary grassroots officer such as a company platoon commander or battalion commander.

In the final analysis, Xiao Lotian still kills too little, and he can't be calm after encountering blood and killing, and it's easy to fall into frenzy, and this shortcoming can't be made up for overnight.

In the bloody night of Naha, on the battlefield where cold weapons dominate, there is still some use for blood bravery, but in the face of modern warfare such as the European War, soldiers still need calm officers, such as Xiao Hexin, Sima Yun and others.

"I'll leave it to you, I can trust you......" After speaking, Xiao Letian turned his head and left.

At this time, the battlefield had fallen into a strange atmosphere, and the three thousand charging Austrians had stopped, and they looked at the raging fire, watching their miserable comrades being burned alive, and everyone's faces showed horror.

I don't know how, the rear command did not force everyone to continue the charge, nor did it order everyone to retreat, and the Prussian troops on the opposite side also stopped shooting, and the men and horses on both sides looked at each other across the fire.

Time passed minute by minute, not even three minutes, and at the edge of the charging military formation, soldiers who could not bear the pressure began to quietly retreat, and they subconsciously wanted to leave this killing place.

One, two, innumerable, the terror spread rapidly like a powerful flu virus, and in a short time the entire charging army completely collapsed, this time the intensive charge of three thousand warriors lost thousands of soldiers, plus the corpses of the previous two waves of stragglers, and now the trench is full of three thousand broken corpses.

The battlefield was as silent as death, all the spectators didn't even have the strength to scold, the huge casualties made everyone shudder, and they understood at this time that the Chinese on the other side were completely different from the Chinese in European rumors, and everyone thought wrong.

"Let go of me... I want to see my teacher...... I want to see the Earl...... Let me in, I have a way to defeat the enemy......" Outside the headquarters of the Austrian army, at the door of the grass-green canvas tent, a captain was charged by the soldiers of the guard company, but the captain seemed to have forgotten military discipline and was shouting desperately.

"Commander...... I know the secrets of the Chinese, I know the reason for the defeat in the artillery battle, please give me a chance to speak......" the captain shouted hoarsely.

At this time, the old earl, who was so angry that he vomited blood and was unconscious, had just come to his senses, and he struggled to get the soldiers to help him up, and whispered, "I don't care, I can still hold on, this blow will not bother me...... Let him in, I'd like to hear what he has to say......"

The old earl sat down in his chair and drank some water to refresh himself, and at this time the captain named Huan was also pushed in.

"Captain Company Commander of the Second Battalion of the Artillery Regiment, Vincent reports to you......"

"Please take a break, don't waste time, you can state..."

Without saying a word, Vincent pulled out a blank piece of paper from his bosom, and when he opened it, one saw that it was a simple cross-sectional view of an enemy trench.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the style of the trenches dug by the Prussian army on the opposite side, and we have suffered a loss on this strange trench more than two meters deep......"

"As we all know, artillery can be classified according to its trajectory into two types, one is flat-fire direct-aim artillery, and the other is curved artillery. A large number of heavy cannons and howitzers assembled in our division belong to the category of flat-fire direct-aim artillery......"

"If you look closely, because our artillery is a powerful flat-fire gun, most of the shells are grazing over the trenches and exploding on the land on both sides of the trenches, unless they explode right over the trenches, fragments and shock waves cannot hit the enemy in the dead corners of the trenches......"

"Sir, we need curved artillery, we need mortars... Only the kind of attack with shells falling vertically can improve the effective destruction of the trenches, we have all been deceived by the spectacular scene of the shelling before, and most of our ammunition has been wasted......"

The old earl, not knowing where he had the strength, jumped up from his chair and snatched the simple cross-sectional view, following Vincent's train of thought and tracing it with his fingers.

The officers present were all graduates of regular military academies, and although there were many nobles and nobles, it was undeniable that the education of these people was still very high, and they understood the theory that Vincent said as soon as they heard it.

In fact, they are not to blame for this, after all, the era in which they live is an era of great development in military science and technology and theory, and it is inevitable that there will be certain omissions when old and new ideas collide with each other.

Not to mention them, in fact, in real history, until the First World War more than 50 years later, when the Battle of the Marne, when mankind entered the trench position war on an unprecedented scale, the old thinking still existed.

At that time, the British and French commanders found more than once that after their own frantic artillery bombardment, the German troops in the opposite trenches did not suffer many casualties at all, and were always able to resist stubbornly when the follow-up infantry charged.

The British and French commanders, who were puzzled, mobilized a large number of artillery experts and even mathematicians to analyze the situation, and finally discovered that the key to the problem was the firing trajectory of the artillery.

In the trench more than two meters deep, the side facing the enemy is the so-called shooting blind spot, as long as the enemy curls up and hides in this dead corner, it is difficult for the fragments and shock waves above his head to hurt him, unless the shell explodes very coincidentally over the trench, and only then can it cause certain casualties.

It was from that moment that the army began to massively popularize field mountain artillery, that is, mortars. Howitzers and cannons aimed at them are more likely to destroy fixed fortifications on the battlefield.

"Commander...... We can't afford to waste ammunition like this, and if we double the number of artillery, we may be able to plow the battlefield completely with brute force, but we don't have that many artillery...... Now we don't have that time to mobilize mortars in the rear......"

"What about the way, since you have been able to find the key point, I think you must have a solution," the old earl asked anxiously.

"Yes, of course I have a way...... Let our cavalry, let the most primitive grenadiers return to the stage of war, and since we cannot change the ballistics of the artillery, we will throw the explosive bags into it by manpower......"

"The artillery divided half of the ammunition out and bundled it into explosives packs, let the artillery regiment open fire and bombard the trenches first, and the enemy will definitely continue to hide in the defensive corners, at this time let the cavalry approach the battlefield with explosives packs and blow them up when they are defenseless......"

"Then the whole army will assault, don't just send infantry, continue to let the infantry assault in the trench area of the southern front, and let the cavalry go up the trenches on the east and west sides, what we need now is time, we can't take into account the casualty rate anymore, we have wasted more than an hour in these three waves of attacks, we don't have time......"

Count Tarbis looked at him with satisfaction, "Okay, your name is Vincent, right? I accept your Jianyì, and now you are in charge of this attack...... If you succeed, I will guarantee you to the Imperial Military Department, and I promise you a position as an artillery commander at the minimum......"

Vincent's eyes lit up immediately, and he snapped a military salute, "Resolutely complete the task, please rest assured, sir..."

At this time, Count Tablis's face finally regained a trace of blood, he looked at the high ground opposite, sighed and said, "Xiao Letian, right? I admit that I underestimated you Chinese, your appearance is so surprising to me, you not only rely on advanced rifles to fight us, but even the tactics in your mind are extremely advanced......"

"I really can't figure it out, how can you, the soldiers who came out of the Chinese battlefield where cold weapons dominate, have a more advanced concept of war than us Europeans?"

"I absolutely don't believe that you dug this kind of trench to meet the battle, it is a hot impulse in your brain, since you can come up with such a defensive means, then you must have a whole set of mature tactical experience in your head...... It really makes me wonder, who did you learn from, or did you just have a lot of talent and studied it on your own?"

Thinking of this, the old earl hurriedly shook his head desperately: "No, no, no, what's wrong with me? It's just a group of Chinese on the other side, how can that backward nation have such an outstanding talent......?"

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