"Hey, hey, look! It's a stake, I see a stake! There, over there! ”

On the wooden boat, an officer shouted excitedly.

"Shhh Was it to attract Prussians? ”

Orlov angrily slapped the man with his hat.

"Oh sorry, sorry, it's me who's bad... But we're finally on the right track."

"yes, we'll be ashore soon, this damn swamp is so wet and sticky!"

Orlov turned his head and spat at the dark green water.

"Okay, turn 30 degrees to the left from here, row at this pace for 3 minutes, then turn right again, and in a short time we'll be on the ground."

The younger brother Alexey said while holding an oil lamp and carefully examining the hand-drawn map in his hand.

"Tell the brothers in the back to get ready, all grab the rack, this is already the territory of the Prussians, and there may be a battle at any time!"

Orlov commanded towards the stern.

"Huh? What the hell is that? ”

"Is it the chariot that the Russians are going to use to attack the heights? Hehe, what era is it, the Russians still play such an ancient method, it's really low-end, hahaha-"

At the top of the hill, several senior Prussian generals looked through binoculars and observed that dozens of wooden carts slowly appeared in the Russian positions opposite, stretched out in a long line side by side, and pressed towards the hill under the cover of artillery, and they all laughed and disdained.

"Hey, it's still driven by manpower, it's a very interesting idea hahaha! I thought the Russians had vodka in their heads, hehehehe-"

"I don't think Russians have brains! Do they think that our Prussian artillery can't even break this kind of improvised wooden rags? ”

"Hehe, then let the Russians taste the power of 12-pound shells! Go and tell the artillery to get ready and open fire as soon as it comes into range! ”

Prussian coach Lewald ordered with a smile.

Crunch crunch crunch –

Although it is a wooden chariot, even the wheels are made of solid wood due to limited conditions and time to build it, so it is not light.

What's more, the front of the car is also covered with a layer of copper plates, and many sacks filled with sand are hung on the copper plates and around the chariot, which significantly increases the weight of the whole vehicle.

If you add in the small-caliber guns and several artillerymen and commanders on the tank, it will have to add a few hundred kilograms.

Therefore, even if 10 strong soldiers push the cart together, it is still very slow, which will inevitably increase the chance of being killed by artillery fire and bullets.

Bang bang bang!

Knock knock!

From time to time, 12-pound shells stirred up large clouds of smoke and dust in front of and around the combat vehicle.

Even if it is not directly blasted into meat sauce, the flying sand and rocks of high-speed movement will scratch the human body wearing only wool and fabric.

Fortunately, the designers of the chariot considered this, except for the two soldiers who pushed the rear wheels a little sadly, the rest of the people were in the 'U'-shaped notch at the rear of the car, and unless they were directly hit by the shell, the probability of survival was still quite large.

Of course, if these chariots had really managed to be pushed under the hill and ready to rush the mountain, the Prussians would have sent grenadiers to throw grenades frantically, and then it would have been all a matter of character.

Puff –

The front of a wooden chariot was hit directly, and the body shook violently, but except for a few sacks of sand leaking, it was really unharmed.

"Keep pushing! Don't stop, give me a push! ”

The junior officer, crouched in the car, yelled at the back of the car.

"Why didn't you eat in the morning, or what's wrong? Why are you so grinding? All of them are like! Give me the strength to feed, fools! ”

Knock knock knock!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Braving the rain of bullets that kept flying, many soldiers had already ripped off their shirts, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed along the curves of their bodies from their foreheads, ears, necks, and necks to their chests.

But apart from heavy gasps and muffled slogans, no one complained.

This was not only because the car was followed by the Commander and the Overseer, ready to shoot or hack to death the cowards who wanted to escape, but more importantly, because the resistance of the Prussian senior officer class, which had long been pressing on the Russian army, was finally vented.

The Prussian army's tyrannical abuse of its own soldiers naturally intensified in Russia, and all kinds of punishment and abuse methods seriously undermined the enthusiasm of soldiers and middle and low-ranking officers, and there was no chance of promotion and advancement.

However, now, as long as there is a battle, the opportunity to change one's life and become a master with a medal is just around the corner, how can anyone be willing to miss it? Even if his companion was seriously injured and fell, he could only sigh that he was unlucky, and then continued to hope that God would give him a chance to soar.

Bang –

A shrill musket fire broke the calm over the swamp.

"Fucking dead! Nima didn't know where to jump out, and she ran very fast! ”

Grigory. Orlov held the spear standing on the ground in one hand and raised his foot to examine his boots, which were covered in foul sludge.

"It's disgusting, this sludge has been rotting for hundreds of years!"

Eager to chase the Prussian soldier who suddenly appeared, Grigory jumped off before the ship could dock, and the ground of what he thought was a flat meadow turned out to be a sticky sludge that had been soaked in water by rotting plants for many years, and he almost didn't sink into it.

"I don't know if this guy has any companions, listening to the sound of the sound this place is all empty, I'm afraid it has already aroused the alarm of the Prussians"

His brother, Alexey . Orlov, after the wooden boat was firmly attached to the shore on the ground, walked down cautiously and quickly.

"Wipe your boots with this unlucky bastard's clothes, they stink..."

As soon as he smelled the 'fragrant' smell of the refreshing grass and mud, Alexei took three steps back and pinched his nose until he vomited.

"Damn it, why did you hide! My 'good' brother? ”

As if stunned, Grigory reacted and angrily walked into the Prussian soldier who had been killed by one shot.

"your old sister's Frederick Pure! This is what you Prussians deserve! Ahh

Gregory muttered as he rubbed his muddy boots on the Prussian soldiers' bodies, clothes, faces, and hair, and the other guards looked at them with a smile in return.

"Let's wipe it with a hat, how long do you have to get it like this?"

Alexei couldn't stand this stunned brother anymore.

"You guys go push the cannon, I'll go to the front to scout later"

"Cut, come on, you can smell the smell of your choking throat from three miles away!"

"you!"

Grigory. Orlov had already switched to wiping his boots with a Prussian triangular cap.

"Damn, maybe I have a nose problem, I'm used to the smell now, and I don't feel so smelly."

"Okay bro, come on, I'm optimistic about you"

Alexei patted him on the shoulder, then turned and ran.

“... Ahem, ahem, ahem, damn it—"

Stunned, Grigory raised the hat to his eyes, inhaled sharply through his nose, and let out a loud cough.