377 Fire missions of artillery
"Don't you understand? That's not an assassination, it's an execution. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Frederick raised his head and took the ideal messenger handed by Ryan in his hand, and took a closer look at the sword: "After this sword cuts off your head, you have two choices. Choosing A, you fall to the ground, cover up your immortal body, and quietly escape from then on. In that way, Prince Ferdinand will disappear from history, and his appeal, influence, credibility, and command will all be gone. Option B, you get up in public and return to the public eye, and the result is that you expose the true nature of the demigods, become an outlier, and from then on, you will not be able to cut away those fearful whispers, you will not escape those guarded suspicions and speculations, you will be excluded by human society, you will stand alone and embattled in the civilized world - because human beings can never live alone, if society recognizes you, you are a human being, if society abandons you, you are a dog. β
Frederick finished looking at the imperial soldiers, calmly crossed his sword, and pointed at Ferdinand: "After the 'identity' of your business is executed, you will become a lonely, immortal, wild dog. β
As soon as the long sword on this side was pointed, the generals behind opened their eyes and roared: "The whole army is ready! The first echelon is loaded!"
There was a noisy loading sound, and then more than 800 guns were raised in unison, and all the forbidden soldiers in the inner circle tilted their heads to aim, and just waited for an order, and Ferdinand within twenty meters was beaten into a flower.
But Ferdinand, even though the tide was gone, did not panic, but stood calmly with his hands in his hands, his teeth slightly clenched, and he reflected with a frown: "I underestimated you. I thought you were pinning your hopes on an assassination attempt. Unexpectedly, your purpose is not to kill me personally, but to kill the character of 'Prince Ferdinand' itself. To destroy my image and close the door of civilized society to me is the most brutal and neat execution. Rewriting the history books and discrediting the characters, this clichΓ© murder technique was accidentally forgotten by me. Frederick, you've done a great job. β
"It's better to kill than to punish the heart. Frederick stood with his sword crossed, stared at the old enemy who covered the sky with one hand, and announced softly: "The front is all a foil, and today is the decisive battle." You're gone, Ferdinand. β
"No, my time has just begun, and you will all be reduced to dust that no one will remember, and you will disappear from the history I have written. Ferdinand smiled slightly, full of confidence: "The three hundred most elite knights of Sirisha have arrived in the imperial capital, and they will go straight in and kill you all - and I am immortal, and you have no chance of winning." β
Suddenly, the rumbling of artillery rang out due north, and the flames and smoke swept through the beautiful forest, causing the suburbs to ignite with wolf smoke, which was clearly visible from far away in the palace.
Frederick saw the prince's face turn pale, and could not help but ask him jokingly: "Have you forgotten the rugged terrain north of Wiener? Your knights escorted gold and camped in a natural depression, perfectly exposed to the range of 132 light rifled guns. Did you hear the sound of the cannons? Let me tell you, the sound of the cannons will not stop until the two tons of shells are fired. β
"Two and a half tons. Ryan corrected with a smile, "The task of fire delivery from artillery positions is at least two thousand five hundred kilograms of shells. I guess I'm going to have to get busy for a while, right? The depression is about to be bombarded into a basin. β
Ferdinand took a step back, his face pale with blood, his lips twitching and muttering, "My knights will rush out." They are not afraid of pain, so they are not afraid, and even if they are covered by artillery fire, they will not disrupt the formation. β
"So there are priests staring at the scene. Frederick threw another bombshell, causing Ferdinand to break out in a cold sweat: "That's right, the Holy See really can't sit still. Now guess how many of your Dreadnought Knights will survive?"
"Don't guess. Admiral Farina spoke, announcing categorically: "Three cavalry divisions are in ambush on both flanks, two artillery brigades are hidden in the forest on the commanding heights, and two squadrons of dragoons are charging head-on. It was a perfect ambush and no one could break through. β
Ferdinand gritted his teeth and wishful thinking: "Nonsense! My Knights will kill you all. β
Frederick ignored him and ordered: "First echelon ready! β
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The rumbling of cannon rattled the little thousand heavens in the carriage, and she finally understood why Claude had ordered the team to keep their distance from each other. It's not a welcome show at all, it's a ambush battle!
"Give me a stop!" Xiao Qian lifted the window of the car and shouted hard, but the cannon was so fierce that she couldn't hear her own voice.
What's even more excessive is that the two dragoons galloped in, "ding ding ding" and closing the bulletproof windows and bulletproof doors tightly, locking them from the outside, and putting the king under house arrest in disguise.
Lu plugged her ears and glanced at the carriage sympathetically, when suddenly the thirteenth round of cannons rang out again, shocking her with a "boom", Chu Chu closed her eyes pitifully, and tried to push through her pointed ears.
Elves have a keen sense of hearing and are most afraid of the sound of cannons.
On the beautiful hills, there are flying blood lion flags, and I don't know when they are lined up with huge steel cannons. It was an old-fashioned light rifled cannon for field warfare, with steel wheels as tall as a man, and wheels larger than the barrel of the gun, and from a distance, the image of the cannon resembled a crouching spider, and nothing could be seen except its legs.
Although it is an old gun, because the barrel is engraved with a rotating rifling, and the rotating rifling is in line with the pattern on the shell, the first can store the thrust of gunpowder tightly, and the second can make the shell have a speed of discharge, increasing the accuracy, range and rotation stability of the shell.
With the use of gunpowder, howitzers replaced bows, cannons replaced crossbows, muskets replaced spears, and only heavy cavalry stood alone on the battlefield. Because their load-bearing capacity is so amazing, the armor is 35 mm at its thickest point, which is simply maddening.
When dealing with the perverted heavy cavalry, although the muskets are overstretched, the artillery is still outstanding, and there is no problem at all in flattening any armor within five kilometers. The heavy cavalry in the armor will only be squeezed into meat sauce by the deformed iron shell.
Behind each light gun, a meter-high wooden box is piled up, equipped with two loaders to assemble ammunition, and two operators are responsible for locating and adjusting the muzzle elevation angle. Every time the muzzle of the gun took turns to burst into smoke, the artillery behind would be busy on the grass, reporting the coordinates and elevation angles hoarsely.
Beneath the four artillery positions, there stood a large group of light cavalry armed with muskets and sabers, they could not confront the knights head-on, but if the knights attacked the artillery positions, then the cavalry division that was supposed to clean the battlefield would have to fight to the top until the dragoons moved.
So, while the phalanx of cavalry stood quietly below the hills, the horsemen were as restless and nervous as their horses, and they had the highest casualty rate, and in the event of a bad situation, they had to carry out their predetermined orders, fight to the death, and then die a noble death as an Aryan.
Guarding artillery positions was originally the mission of the Praetorian Guard. However, only these three cavalry divisions could arrive here overnight to ambush them;
Even if the heavy cavalry could cut the horses with a single sword, the cavalry division would have to charge fearlessly. At the critical moment of the gain or loss of the position, it is the duty of every officer to die for the sake of the country.
Fortunately, the dreadnought knights, covered in artillery fire, seemed to be blinded, and instead of immediately organizing a charge against the artillery positions, they scurried around. (To be continued.) )