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Soon after the sun rose the next day, the Austrian army appeared on the plain in the distance, where the morning fog had just lifted. Lieutenant Colonel Neville came first, with one flag after another, and then a whole row of soldiers. The soldiers lined up in neat formations, one after another, in Neville's field of vision, and new ones were constantly appearing behind them, as if they would never end until the end of the world.

Neville put down his binoculars and felt a little bitter in his mouth. He fumbled in his pocket, where there was a pill that would help him muster up his courage. He wanted to take it out and swallow it, but he turned to look at Robson, who was watching the battle, and saw that he was holding his arms over his chest, looking nonchalantly at the Austrian military formation in the distance, as if he didn't feel anything. So he took his hand away from his pocket again—it was still early, and it was not the time to use it.

King Emaroel II rode a white horse and ran back and forth in front of his army, shouting loudly to cheer his army, and the soldiers responded with fanatical cheers. King Emmaruel II had never seen his army so demoralized, and he felt as if the invincible legions of ancient Rome had been attached to his soldiers.

"Even Caesar's troops won't have a higher morale than this, right?" King Emaroel II thought that if it weren't for the "Mighty Pill", his troops would have such morale, and then Rome Chongguang might not be a lie.

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"The Sardinians on the other side seem to have a good morale!" Putting down the binoculars, the commander of the Austrian army, General Gioulet, said to his adjutant, "This battle may not be easy to fight!" ”

"General, the morale of the Italians is like a bubble of soap, blowing loudly and looking colorful, but as long as you touch it lightly, snap it, there will be nothing." The adjutant replied disappreciatively.

"Well, I hope so." General Gioulai nodded, "But don't despise the enemy at any time. Be prepared for a tough battle - give the soldiers a little rest, and then we'll attack from the left and right flanks! ”

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"Your Majesty, the enemy's military formation is moving like us." An officer said to King Emaroel II.

"I see it, get the artillery ready." King Emaroel II ordered.

More than twenty Napoleonic cannons have entered the gun position, the cannon's armor has been taken off, and the muzzle of the black hole is pointed diagonally to the sky. The observation posts constantly reported the distance of the Austrian troops - they had marked the plain yesterday and conducted test firing to ensure the efficiency of the artillery attack. That's one of the advantages of being at home.

"Prepare for ......," the commander shouted in a prolonged voice, looking at the approaching Austrian troops.

The "ready ......" artillerymen have already loaded their ammunition, aimed at the target, and are ready to shoot.

"Fire!" The order finally came out of the officer's mouth. So a soldier stretched a red-hot iron hammer toward the fire door. With a "boom", a puff of white smoke erupted from the muzzle of the cannon, and the entire cannon also retreated to the rear.

Several soldiers did not have time to see the results of the shooting, so they rushed forward to reset the cannon. Some people began to clear the cannons, and others were preparing to fill the silk-wrapped medicine packages.

Lieutenant Colonel Kohler, the artillery commander who was still standing on a slightly higher earthen platform behind him, saw dozens of small black dots flying up like a swarm of black flies at once, and from his point of view, these small black dots flew very fast at first, but soon their degree became very slow, especially when they rose to the highest point, they looked almost like they stopped in mid-air, and then, these small black dots suddenly sank, and they fell into the Austrian army.

"Well played! Hit! Lieutenant Colonel Kohler clenched his fists.

The first round of shells fired by the Sardinians hit the Austrians with great accuracy. One of the shells landed on the ground, then bounced and crashed headlong into the Austrians' ranks, unceremoniously wading through several bloody alleys. The soldiers who were hit in the head and chest by the shell were immediately torn apart, and although they died miserably, they still died all at once. And some soldiers were shot in the leg, and the whole leg did not know where it flew. He fell headlong to the ground, then hugged his broken leg and wailed loudly in a strange voice that did not seem to be human. Countless soldiers who were lucky enough not to be shelled bypassed him or stepped directly over him and continued to move forward.

At this time, the Austrians' cannons also sounded, but because their artillery had not been ranged and test-fired before, the shooting accuracy was still far inferior to that of the Sardinians. However, because the Austrians had more cannons, they managed to get a lot of shells into the ranks of the Sardinians.

"It seems that the morale of the Sardinians is still really high." "With so many shells hitting their array, and the array can be maintained so well, it seems that the Sardinians have really put an effort into it." I'm sure these guys in front of us are definitely the most elite troops in Sardinia. Kill them and we'll win the war! ”

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"If only these troops were also equipped with MacDonald 1857, now we can fire a salvo at the enemy." Standing on the high ground behind him, looking at the Austrian troops approaching from both flanks, King Emaroel II thought, and he looked at the "cannon fodder" soldiers who were standing straight with old-fashioned front-loading rifles, and he knew that the number of artillery in his hands was far inferior to that of his opponents, and now the Austrians' cannons were not very accurate, but if they were allowed to fight a few more rounds, their accuracy would become higher. The soldiers relied on the "Mighty Pill" to boost their morale, but the "Mighty Pill" had not yet made them completely irrational. Standing like this and being bombarded will definitely hit morale. So he gave the order to the herald beside him, "Let our wings meet us." The two horsemen immediately took the order out of the high ground and galloped towards the two wings.

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"Hey, brothers, let's move forward! Go and tell those Austrian barbarians the result of daring to fight against Rome! A captain shouted. The Sardinian ranks began to move in a neat direction towards the array of Austrians.

Clyde was a new private, and before the battle began, he was so nervous that he could barely move. Fortunately, at this time, he was given a pill, saying that it could relieve tension, refresh his mind, and replenish his body. Strange to say, when Clyde ate ate that small pill, he really didn't feel nervous, fear seemed to be swept away by that magic pill, a brand new power that didn't seem to belong to him in the first place, quickly filled his body, making him tremble all over, eager to rush up immediately and beat those guys on the other side. He even had to suppress himself so that he wouldn't pick up the butt of his rifle and put the guy in front of him so that he could stand in front.

At this moment, a cannonball whizzed into their ranks, and a bloody arm flew over and hung on the brass button on his shoulder. In this case, in normal times, Clyde might scream like a woman, and then faint as a lady should do. But now, Clyde, who was surging in every vein, withdrew the severed arm without caring and threw it to the ground without squinting.

At this time, the order to advance finally came. Clyde followed the beat of the drum intently, striding forward. At this time, the soldier in front of him suddenly fell, and Clyde didn't even think about it, so he hurried up according to the regulations, and walked in the original position of the fallen comrade.

Now that Clyde was in the front row, his vision widened. The long queue of the Austrians was not far away, only fifty meters away. They were already standing still, guns being aimed at them. If it was a normal time, Clyde would have turned around and ran away in such a situation, but now, he was strangely not nervous at all, and even had this thought: "These cowards, how can they shoot accurately from such a distance?" ”

"These soldiers of ours don't have much training, and of course, they can't beat the Austrians in medium and long-range shooting. However, after taking the "Mighty Pill", their courage was almost no less than that of the elite troops under the Iron Duke of England back then. So, Your Majesty, I simply adopted the tactics of the 'Iron Duke' back then, firing no shots until approaching twenty meters from the enemy, and then crushing the enemy with a swift salvo and subsequent bayonet charge. "This was the advice of King Emaroel II's staff on how to train and use cannon fodder before the war, and this opinion was adopted. So, Clyde they did not stop, they continued to march towards the guns of the Austrians.

"Bang!" There was a loud sound on the opposite side, and puffs of white smoke came out of the muzzles of the Austrians, and the opposing army was immediately drowned in this fog.

"Smack!" The soldier to Clyde's left fell silently, and Clyde's hat flew somewhere, and he felt as if a stream of heat was running down his head, wetting his brows, and then covering his eyes.

"Hell!" He wiped it with his sleeve, which was suddenly stained with blood—a buckshot flew past his scalp, making a cut in it.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the smoke cleared somewhat, and Clyde saw that the Austrians were panicking with their bullets. The Austrians originally used the method of three rounds of shooting, although the firepower of each round was not large, but the firepower output was indeed continuous, but when these Sardinians did not make a sound, and did not shoot closer and closer, their firing began to become slower and slower, and the salvo became scattered, and many people were even too nervous to complete the action of reloading.

"Bang!" The Austrians fired again, but this time they shot and not even a salvo, and the gunfire was sparse, not at all crisp and neat.

"The Austrian bunnies are going home crying to find their mother, right? They must want to hold her mother's ** like a baby and eat, right? "Did Clyde get hit this time, he continued to move on, but for some reason, a series of inappropriate things popped up in his head. (One of the side effects of the virus: **** surge)

"Stand! Raise your gun! Aim! The long-awaited voice finally rang in Clyde's ears.