The distance between the two sides was only about 400 meters, which was already within the effective range of MacDonald's 1857 rifle, plus another salvo, (the effective range of the salvo was much larger) and the Austrians' queue was very dense, and as a result, in this round of salvo, Neville's men knocked down more than 100 Austrians.

"Quick! While they are loaded, hurry forward...... "A commander who appears to be an Austrian is waving a command knife to cheer up the stunned soldiers. He was only halfway through his sentence when a bullet that flew from an unknown point hit him directly in the head. The bullet entered the forehead, exploded a small bowl-sized hole in the back of the head and flew out. The brains and blood in the officer's head spurted out of the big hole, spilling over the faces of several people in the back row.

Gioule saw through the telescope that almost in the blink of an eye, the officers in their more ornate uniforms had been knocked down one by one—it was no coincidence, it must have been intentional!

"These scoundrels! They broke the gentleman's rule that one should not deliberately attack an officer on the battlefield! General Gioulai scolded angrily, and at the same time he realized with frustration that this round of tentative attacks would definitely not be able to attack, because the army could not fight without a commander. Of course, the so-called gentleman's rule of not attacking officers or something, in fact, is completely that kind of anger, in the previous battles, the reason why there was no large-scale attack on officers, the real reason is actually because of technical limitations. In the era of smoothbore guns, the bullet was almost entirely in Brownian motion after it was discharged, and beyond fifty meters, where the bullet could fly was completely determined by God's will. With such technical limitations, it is almost impossible to snipe officers on a large scale. Later, the advent of front-loading rifled guns using Mini rounds gave a certain guarantee of rifle accuracy, but the accuracy of these rifles was still far from that of modern rifles. Sniper operations are still very difficult. Therefore, the practice of deliberately attacking officers is rare.

Later generations of historical inventors who had nothing but a conscience often expressed a look of distress when they talked about this battle of the Italian War of Independence. They accuse the civilized Europeans of destroying the standards of gentlemen's warfare that have been built up for thousands of years. Think about it, before that, how civilized the war of the Europeans was, when the armies of the two countries faced off on the battlefield, the civilized Europeans did not even want to take the initiative to shoot each other, but thought of the other side and shouted: "Gentlemen on the other side, please shoot first!" And the gentleman on the other side naturally didn't want to praise this cheapness, so he also shouted very humbly: "Gentlemen over there, please shoot first!" "Look at how harmonious, how fraternal, how gentle and frugal! Ah, Europa! You are truly a collection of human virtues! But is this really the case? If you really want such harmony and friendship, why are you still fighting? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to have a party, have a picnic, have a big meal, and then dance with their rifles, and then ask the judges to score and use the final score to decide the winner, and then go home separately? The real reason is actually very simple, because the guns at that time had low long-range accuracy and slow reloading, so if the opponent fired a salvo at a long distance, a few people could not die on his side, and his own side took advantage of the opponent's loading time to get closer, and the strike effect was much better in a round of return fire, so there would be a matter of inviting the opponent to shoot first. Just like Lü Buwei said, the ancient and the modern are different, and people are the same as me, so don't think about the ancients too noble or too stupid. Especially don't teach students such things invented by brain supplements, otherwise, if they accidentally run into something about crossing, they will definitely be killed by you.

Just as General Gioulet had predicted, the Austrian soldiers at the front, who had lost their commanders, were in disarray, and all along, they had been trained to do whatever the commander said, and we would do whatever the commander said. The commanders are suddenly gone, what to do now? We've never practiced before.

A certain fat national treasure that has only sold cuteness for Sichuan and attracted attention for China has divided the historical army into three categories: the feudal army that can be called the strongest army in the world if the casualties of personal bravery reach one-tenth without collapsing, the modern army that can complete the order to the letter, and the modern army that can continue to fight even if the casualties are nearly half of the casualties, and the modern army that every soldier understands the meaning of battle and can take the initiative to fight, even after the destruction of the establishment, can continue to take the initiative to fight the enemy.

According to this classification, the current Austrian army is a modern army like a man. Compared with the army in the feudal era, it can withstand much greater casualties, but once it loses the command of the officer, it is like a computer malfunctioning and suddenly losing its adaptability. Many soldiers stood there blankly, not knowing what to do, some wanted to move on, some wanted to turn their heads and run back, and some wanted to go to the side to take out the ambush cannon. More stood there motionless waiting for the order.

At this moment, the Sardinians fired another volley, crackling and knocking down more than a hundred people. At this time, the remaining Austrians came to their senses, and they threw away their weapons one after another, and ran back.

The Sardinians did not pursue. Instead, after two more volleys, Neville's command quickly moved from the second line of trenches to the first one. In this round of competition, not even a single one of Neville's troops was injured, so everyone's morale was greatly boosted, the tension just now disappeared a lot, and there were smiles on the faces of each battalion commander.

"This battle has just begun, right? The enemy will still come, and this time, it is estimated that they will come for real. Neville called several of his battalion commanders together and said to them, "When you get back, give each soldier a 'strong pill', and when the enemy approaches, don't shoot at first, and then shoot freely as fast as they can when they are a hundred meters away from the first trench." The first line of trenches was the first to fire, followed by the second and third lines. Rest assured, our target is so small, they can't hit us. ”

"Got it, Captain."

"I'll go back and set it up."

The battalion commanders expressed their confidence in repelling the Austrians.

……

"These damn guys, they're really hiding underground!" General Gioulai looked at the white smoke rising from the second trench and understood what was going on. Apparently, the Sardinians dug a trench in the ground and then hid in the trench and shot. But it seems that what the previous captives said is true, these ground rats are definitely elite, look at their shooting, right? The fact that their shots are still so accurate at such a distance is telling. When a strong opponent is very obscene and shameless, it is really a big problem.

"These cowards! I'm going to get these rats out of their holes and hang them one by one on the lamppoles in Turin! (Here, a tribute to the saddle that is always fluttering in the wind on the pole: the Beidou never falls!) ）

After scolding the cowards and cowards of Sardinia, General Guiulet called the commander of the artillery and ordered him to bombard the place where the Sardinians had just shot.

"Blasting out all those ground rats for me!" General Gioulai said.

"Yes!" The commander of the artillery replied succinctly. Of course, he knew that his cannon was not very lethal to those who were hiding underground, but he also understood that now was not the time to discuss this, even from the point of view of morale, it was necessary to bombard the enemy.

Dozens of cannons refocused their firing targets, and then fired fiercely at the place where the white smoke had just come up. But they didn't know that there was actually no one in the original position.

……

"What are those Austrians fighting? If they knew that all the shells they fired were hitting the air, they would have died of distress. Rossi looked up at the cannonballs flying over his head and said, "Have you counted, how many cannons have been fired?" ”

"Who can count that? When do you think they're going to come and die? Tommy said.

"Hey, Tommy, you're blowing too? What a ......."

"Who blew it? I could see clearly just now that I had killed at least three. Tommy craned his neck and said with a sparkle on his forehead.

"Hahahaha......" everyone around laughed.

"Don't make a fuss, look, the Austrians are coming up again...... Oh my mother! ”

"Attention, now the medicine is dispensing!"

……

General Gioulai has now figured out that the shelling will have little effect on these ground rats. The only way to deal with them is to rely on the superiority of numbers, rush forward, rush to them, and settle the battle with bayonets. So, he sent twelve divisions and 60,000 troops to the two high places in one go. If it weren't for the limited space on the battlefield, he even planned to put more troops into it.

"It's up to you to win or lose, and you will definitely succeed. As long as the resistance of the enemy in front of them is broken, the troops in the rear of the enemy who have not yet recovered from fatigue are meat on the chopping block. General Giulai thought.

……

Listening to the constant sound of cannons coming from behind, King Emaruel II frowned.

"How's the soldiers doing?" The king asked.

"I'm still very tired, and I'm far from recovering." The military medical officer replied.

"How can we get them back quickly?"

"Your Majesty, as far as I know, there is only one way." said the military medical officer.

"What's the solution?"

"It's just to give them another 'strong pill'. Other than that, there's no way to get them back to life quickly. ”

"Well, quartermaster, write it down, in future combat operations, the 'Mighty Pill' must be the most important material priority support, and it must be placed before the ammunition of the grain in the sequence!" King Emaroel II turned his head and said to the quartermaster. Then he sighed to himself:

"From now on, wars can't do without this thing. Look at the current appearance of the army, this medicine really can't be stopped! ”