Clyde quickly stood to his feet, and at the same time raised his gun, aiming at the Austrian in front of him, and the distance between them was so close that he could clearly see the Austrian's face, and the bean-sized beads of sweat on the face that had turned pale and distorted with fear.

"Pray to God!" Clyde said inwardly as he continued to point his gun at the poor fellow. The guy was frantically trying to reload the gun in his hand, and with his trembling hands he tried to press the gunpowder a little stronger with the strip, but he just couldn't put the strip at the muzzle of the gun.

"Ready!" The long voice of the company commander Coral was heard, and Clyde pointed the gun firmly at the sweaty Austrian.

"Ready!" The Austrian suddenly threw down his gun, turned around and tried to run, but was blocked by the people behind him, and could not squeeze through it for a while. Claude's gun was still ruthlessly aimed at the guy's vest.

"Fire!" "Bang!"

Gunshots rang out. "What a beautiful salvo, all the rifles, almost with one sound." Claude thought as he quickly lowered his rifle, the butt resting on the ground, and pulled the bayonet from the bayonet holster that hung from his waist. Insert it into the barrel of the rifle.

"All on the bayonet......" The company commander's voice dragged on for a long time, as if it had come out of a grave of the last century, "...... Charge! ”

"Glory to Rome!" Claude shouted, listened to the bayonet, and rushed straight forward through the fog of the battlefield created by the salvo they had just fired.

The salvo just now, like peeling an onion, almost swept away the soldiers of the first platoon of the Austrians. The guy who had been flustered at Clyde's gun finally quieted down. He, like everyone else, walked silently on the dirt of a foreign land, and the blood that came out of his body stained the land around him red.

The Austrians in the second and third rows stared at the scene in amazement, trembling and opening their mouths wide, but unable to make any sound. At this time, a scene that they will never forget appeared: from behind the heavy white smoke and fog, there was a wild roar, and then one after another, the enemies with their rifles with bayonets in their hands pierced through the fog - like the legendary man-eating demons and monsters, thinking of them and rushing straight at them.

In the blink of an eye, these monsters rushed into their ranks, and most of the soldiers in the first row did not even have time to load their bayonets into their rifles, and some of them did not have time to prepare for the fight with bayonets, and the enemy's bayonets stabbed them in the chest. Almost in the blink of an eye, countless people collapsed with cries of pain. The time of bayonet battles is always short, because, in general, in such a battle, there is always one side that will quickly collapse. Under the desperate bayonet assault of the Sardinians, the Austrians, who had not taken the pill, collapsed, and those who remained shouted in terror, threw their guns on the ground, turned and ran. Some simply threw their hands up in the air and fell to their knees. But the red-eyed Sardinians did not care about this, and stabbed them to the ground with a bayonet. As for those who fled, although they ran fast, the Sardinians pursued him even faster, and in a blink of an eye they caught up with him behind him, and then with a bayonet with ease...... On the other side of the battle, the same situation was playing out almost simultaneously.

The change in shape on the battlefield left both sides in command of the battle dumbfounded. King Emaroel II stood on the high ground and said to the guards beside him, "Come here." The guard came over. The king suddenly reached out and punched the guard in the arm, and then said, "Sure enough, it's not right, because I don't feel any pain at all." ”

"Your Majesty, that's because I was the one who was beaten." The guard said.

"I know," said King Emaroel II, "I wonder why my hand doesn't hurt at all. ”

……

"This ...... This...... This...... How is this possible? This is the army of the Sardinians? General Gioule felt as if he were in a dream, "How could the Sardinians have such elite troops?" No, this is by no means a Sardinian, it must be a foreigner in a Sardinian uniform, by the way, how is this tactic of not firing a shot, going all the way to your nose, then firing a volley with a gun on your nose, and then charging with a bayonet? ”

And then a terrible term suddenly popped up in the general's head: "British army! They must be British troops! Only those English barbarians like to play such tricks the most! Fortunately, it was only a tentative attack. ”

"General, should we send out cavalry to answer them, so that those soldiers can run back safely." Another officer asked.

"Okay." General Gioule thought for a moment and replied: "Leonto, you and Dulles take your regiment to meet it, let the enemy shrink a little, and don't attack rashly!" ”

"We know." The officer saluted the general, mounted his horse and left.

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"Beautiful! I really didn't expect that the effect of Diana Pill was so good. This is truly a 'miracle'! Unfortunately, we have left our best troops behind, otherwise we might have a chance to crush the Austrian army in this battle. Emmaruel II thought.

At this time, the cavalry of the Austrians appeared on the battlefield. The situation on the battlefield at this time was chaotic, the Austrians were running desperately, the Sardinians were desperately chasing, after the stabbing stab, the defeated Austrians certainly had no formation to speak of, but the Sardinians had already forgotten the formation or something. After all, "Mighty Pill" can make these "cannon fodder" full of courage and make their thinking speed a little faster, but it can't give them combat experience and corresponding tactical literacy.

If the howling Sardinians were really British, as General Guioulet feared, their first reaction to seeing the cavalry appear on the battlefield would be to form a hollow phalanx against the cavalry. However, these guys are just some new recruits who have only been trained for a few months and have never been on the battlefield before. In addition, in the fanatical pursuit, they have long been chaotic in formation. (Due to the lack of training time, during these months of training, they did not train at all about the pursuit and what to do if they were counterattacked by the enemy cavalry during the pursuit.) So, after seeing the enemy cavalry rushing towards them, the heads of the gang of guys crashed at once.

The team commander shouted for the soldiers to form a team, but the soldiers couldn't find where their squad leader was, and of course, the squad leader couldn't find the soldiers. As a result, until the Austrian cavalry rushed to the front, the Sardinians still did not put their formation in order. Seeing that there was an opportunity, the cavalry of the Austrians, of course, would not let go of the opportunity.

"Draw your sword, charge!" Commander Leonto drew his sword and shouted. The cavalry quickly formed two dense shock formations and rushed towards the Sardinians, who were still in disarray.

When the infantry formed a well-organized hollow phalanx, the phalanx's strong defensive and offensive power would make the cavalry fearful. Even the cuirassiers, with the strongest impact, were invincible in the face of such an opponent, and even the old guards of Emperor Napoleon failed to break through the hollow phalanx of the Iron Duke's infantry.

However, if the infantry fails to organize an effective formation, then in the face of the onslaught of the cavalry, it is almost no different from the lamb to the slaughter, and the cavalry charging in the wall is not something that the unorganized infantry can stop by bravery or something.

"Quick! Let's let our cavalry pin it down! Otherwise, none of these guys will come back! Frightened, Emmaruel II hastened to give the order.

Leonto led the cavalry regiment straight into the ranks of the Sardinians who were in disarray, and a Sardinian soldier met him with a bayonet held high, as if he wanted to fight him, but before Leonto could make a move on him, a cavalryman who swept past him flatly stretched out his saber and cut off his head like a mowing grass.

When the first platoon of cavalry rushed through the ranks of the Sardinians, only a few Sardinian soldiers were still standing in the line they had passed, and these people were quickly cut down to the ground by the second platoon of cavalry rushing immediately after them.

……

When the Austrian cavalry quickly routed the Sardinian infantry with a devastating attack, General Guiule, who was watching the battle from afar, simply thought that the world was crazy.

"How is this possible? How is this possible! General Giulai stared at the battlefield in the distance. Yes, how is this possible, how could an elite division with discipline, capable of withstanding round after round of fire, approaching a distance of 25 meters, and then making a salvo and bayonet charge, be so chaotic, how could it take so long, and not be in good formation, and then easily defeated by the cavalry? Giulai really wanted to call God out of heaven and ask him, "Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

However, General Gioule decided that the stern philosophical question of whether God was mad or himself was mad could be left for discussion after the war, and now he had to take the opportunity to regain control of the situation - the cavalry of the Sardinians had also been dispatched, and whether these Sardinians could fight? Will it be like the same infantry ten minutes ago, or the same infantry now?

"Go and give orders to Leonto and Dulles to pay attention to the Sardinian cavalry, and not to attack these infantry any more. As long as the Sardinian cavalry had no intention of attacking actively, do not fight them. Oh, let them take a few captives and come back, and I'm going to interrogate them myself! ”

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The Sardinian cavalry did not take the initiative to attack, and King Emaroel II did not intend to expend his best and most valuable cavalry in a battle that was not a decisive battle. So they just pinned down the Austrians from afar. Of course, if the Austrian cavalry dared to continue attacking those infantry, they would not stand idly by. The body of the cavalry's war horse has a limit, and the charge is very horsepower-consuming. And when storming the infantry, the scattering of the ranks was inevitable. If the Austrian cavalry continued to charge, then the Sardinian cavalry only had to rush to give them a flank when they had just completed a charge and had not had time to form a formation, and with the double advantage of formation and horsepower, the result would definitely be unforgettable for those Austrians.

The cavalry stopped, the Austrians' broken infantry had long since run back, and the remnants of Sardinia's cannon fodder were safely retreating under the protection of their own cavalry. At this time, the Austrian army began to retreat slowly, and it was evident that the battle ahead, full of strange and difficult problems, made General Giullet mutter, and he decided to stabilize it first and learn more about the situation.

For King Emaroel II, the purpose of the battle had been achieved, although he did not win, and even had little advantage in casualties, (too many were later killed by the Austrian cavalry), but this battle at least showed that his army could be fought and was worth the investment. He also needs to be steady now, so that those who are interested in investing will hurry up and make additional investments. So Sardinia's troops began to retreat slowly, and the day's fighting ended inexplicably.