Cannons have always been known as the king of the battlefield. Even in this day and age, in the context of extremely rudimentary manufacturing processes, this title is well deserved.

After two volleys, the middle of the battlefield suddenly fell silent. Amid the crackling of flames and the burning sound, there was a mess everywhere. Fragments of corpses were scattered everywhere, and even a corpse that had lost its abdominal cavity was still twitching a few times unconsciously.

The armies on both sides retreated, but the losses on the side of the North Battalion were obviously much greater than those of the rebels of Paz. After all, the Paz rebels had the advantage of being one step ahead, so that they could block the offensive of the Northern Battalion with a very small number of people.

The distinctive rhythmic beat of the drums sounded, and the auxiliaries used their hands and feet to push the cart towing the artillery slowly forward.

The soldiers of the Beida Battalion, who came back and withdrew, showed resentment in their eyes when they missed each other with the artillery battalion. How can many of their brothers turn a blind eye to the fact that they did not die under the enemy's sword and gun, but died in vain at the mouth of their own guns?

Kamili didn't dare to look at the miserable image in the middle of the field, and shouted loudly for the retreating soldiers to assemble behind. He can empathize with the grievances of the soldiers, but there is nothing he can do.

This is war, and there will always be sacrifices. Although the sacrifice was somewhat tragic, it is clear that the effect is obvious.

The rebels on the opposite side seemed to be intimidated, and several figures could be faintly seen fleeing backwards in embarrassment.

Kamili breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, the decision of His Excellency the Legion Commander had been fulfilled. The enemy is in a rout, and we are moving forward firmly.

In fact, Kamili was very worried, as Moritz's herald, he was not only responsible for delivering orders, but also taking care of duties similar to those of the chief. Therefore, he clearly knew that the entire artillery battalion was only five main guns, and the other two multi-barreled guns and shotguns were basically decorations.

The reason for this is the problem of ammunition.

Shotguns are not guns at all, shotguns of this era are not guns at all, at best they are just a large firecracker, and they shoot iron sand and gravel at close range to kill and injure the enemy.

And because its range is too short and the rate of fire is too slow, its real power is even less effective than that of platoon guns. Moreover, compared with a single musket, each shot of the shotgun consumes a huge amount of *, and the output ratio is completely incompatible.

Therefore, at this time, the shotgun existed as a secondary weapon when attacking the walled fortress. The power of the multi-barreled cannon is indeed large enough, but the super power comes from more barrels, and each launch not only consumes a huge amount of money, but even the projectile is several times that of ordinary artillery. Under normal circumstances, it might still be powerful. But at the moment, relying only on the shells of a few main guns, it is impossible to meet the power of multi-barreled guns.

How many shells are there in a base number? Five! Only five.

The so-called ammunition base is a unit of calculation for the supply of ammunition, and the base quantity is the quantity or weight of a base number specified for a single piece of equipment. Its criteria are constant according to the level of industrial production, the carrying capacity of troops, the tactical and technical performance of weapons, and the general law of attrition.

The reason why the number of individual cannons in later generations reached dozens of rounds was because of its extremely strong transportation capacity. Just like a 155 caliber * gun of the US Army in later generations, the ammunition base of each gun is 50 rounds, and the eight * guns of a company are 400 rounds. But to meet this base number, it would take a full eight trucks to transport it. And this is again when the shooting is required to have irregular intervals.

At this time, each gun can have a five-round ammunition base, which is already the largest carrying capacity in this era. Therefore, the amount of ammunition for a battalion of five guns, 25 rounds of ammunition, plus some auxiliary ammunition, is really insignificant. If you want to continue to exert your power, you must rely on the continuous delivery of follow-up baggage to the front line.

But in the current situation, the entire rear camp was in chaos, and it was impossible to open up a channel to get supplies. In this way, once all five rounds of ammunition are exhausted, the artillery will not only not be a help, but will become a burden.

Fortunately, it only took two rounds of firing to repel the enemy on the opposite side. Even if the sacrifice is huge, as long as the supply route of the rear battalion can be opened, then this counterinsurgency battle will be won.

There were still sporadic gunshots on the opposite side, which sometimes brought down the soldiers who were advancing on this side. But every time a man fell, there was always a soldier who stepped forward to make up for it, and the pace of the troops' advance was not slowed down much.

The battle of this era is actually a continuation of the ancient dense array, and for such injuries, every soldier is commonplace, and it will not cause anything wrong. In such a situation, the only thing the soldiers who went into battle could do was to pray that they would be lucky enough so that the enemy's bullets would not fall on their heads.

The team marched slowly, slowly but surely. After gradually passing through the thick smoke, suddenly the drum beat changed, and everyone stopped hearing the sound.

In a large area of shadows on the opposite side, it was obvious that the rebels had gathered their men again and killed them again.

Kamili was a little suspicious, these rebels were brought in by his own hands, and according to the current time, the number was only a few dozen. In the previous battle, if there was no mistake, at least nearly half of their manpower should have been consumed. But now looking at the opposite side, there are more than twenty or thirty people, and there are clearly hundreds of people. Where did these people come from? A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Kamiri's heart.

"Bastard, damn it, how dare they do this!" This ominous premonition soon became a reality as the two sides continued to get closer, and it also made Camilli rarely angry, and shouted angrily.

There were indeed hundreds of people on the other side, and even more than a hundred. Whining, supporting, and carrying, I'm afraid there will be three or four hundred. It's just that these people are all covered in blood, and they look miserable, and they don't have any weapons in their hands.

Wounded soldiers, these people turned out to be all wounded soldiers, wounded soldiers belonging to the Beida Battalion! From the eyes of these wounded soldiers, there was a look of despair and numbness, although they had seen their own robes on the other side, but no one showed any joy, but the color of fear deepened a little.

They were forcibly driven by the rebels, and they wanted to use these wounded soldiers as meat shields! With so many meat shields in front of them, the Beida Battalion used artillery shelling again, and these wounded soldiers were the first to die, while the rebels could have hid behind and take the opportunity to inflict damage on this side.

It's so vicious, it's so inhuman! Not only was he angry, but the soldiers of the entire Beida battalion were in a commotion.

They are not afraid of fighting, and even endure being accidentally injured by their own people in order to win. But seeing their injured robes being treated like this, they couldn't bear it anymore.

They can kill the enemy, they can sacrifice, but they can't attack the brothers who have been wounded and have withdrawn from the battlefield.

Moritz's face was still calm, but if you looked closely, you could find that the hands behind him at the moment were already clenched hard, and the force was so great that all the joints were blue and white.

"Your Excellency, this ......" Kamili looked at Moritz in a hoarse voice with blood-red eyes and a pleading expression in his eyes.

"The musketeers stepped forward and fired to disperse them. The artillery is ready, and it is fired after another fifty paces. Moritz's cheeks twitched slightly, and then he gave an indifferent order.

Kamili was shocked and said in a trembling voice: "No, Your Excellency, no, that's ...... That's our wounded. ”

Moritz's temples jumped, his eyelids fell slightly, but his mouth issued a cold order: "Herald, carry out my military orders!"

“…… Yes, Your Excellency!" Camilli burst into tears, her lips trembled and trembled, and she closed her eyes in despair, and then opened them again, and answered in a loud voice of pain.

The messy gunshots began to ring, but they were completely out of order. With puffs of white smoke rising, the wounded soldiers on the opposite side fell down with a wail.

Cursing, howling, crying and begging for mercy were incessant, and everyone's faces showed unbearable expressions, and the already uneven gunfire withered a lot again, which was caused by many soldiers of the Beida Battalion lowering their guns.

"Bastard, don't stop, shoot, keep shooting! Violators, court-martial!" Moritz suddenly opened his eyes in anger, and Huo Ran shouted.

At the same time, there were also people behind the opposite side who burst into laughter. With smugness and madness in his laughter, he shouted: "Come on, son of a bitch, keep killing, don't stop." What about the cannons, what about your cannons, firing the cannons, the debris. Let's go to hell together, let's go to hell!hahahaha......."

With this wild laughter, a rapid burst of gunfire followed, and the wounded soldiers in the middle, who had begun to retreat, suddenly turned again, pushed and crowded and moved forward. It's just that this time it stopped just a few steps ahead, and the people in front were full of horror and desperately squeezed backwards.

Puffs of white smoke rose from the North Battalion again, and under Moritz's cold and stern orders, the soldiers who had no choice but to continue shooting with tears in their eyes.

Advancing is death, retreating is death, and the fear and despair of the wounded soldiers have finally reached a critical point. In the midst of countless cries, someone suddenly screamed bitterly, which was completely frightened crazy. This emotion spread like a plague very quickly, and with a bang, all the wounded soldiers suddenly ignored everything else, and exploded in all directions like headless flies.

Dense gunfire rang out from the rear, and the rebels did not hesitate to shoot, killing all the wounded soldiers who were attacking their own side, driving the people who had lost their minds to turn around and rush towards the opposite side at a faster speed.

"Fire! Moritz closed his eyes lightly and gave the order in a deep voice. It's just that this time there was a trace of pain and helplessness in the voice that couldn't be concealed.

Boom –

The artillery was once again in full swing, singing the music of hell. Seeing the already crazy wounded soldiers rushing on the opposite side, the soldiers of the North Battalion finally came to their senses. No longer hesitated, they raised their guns and shot.

At this time, it is no longer possible to think rationally. Either you die or I die, they, no choice!

Boom –

The tremor continued, and even the ground began to shake slightly. Moritz, who had a depressed face, was suddenly stunned, and then his face changed wildly, and he suddenly looked back into the distance.