The Alamo theater of operations 80 square kilometers, in the pre-eucalyptus of the Indian Staff, was expanded to a total area of 100 square kilometers, taking into account redundancy factors.

It was divided into a total of 500 covered targets, for which the firing elements were adjusted separately in advance, and then mimeographed and distributed to each gunner.

Theoretically, within the 80 square kilometers of the Alamo theater of operations, as long as the target is determined, the first round of projection of Indian shells can be completed in 2 minutes.

Unlike the current method of combat, where all the cannons are grouped together as much as possible, Fifteen Dollars scatters the 60 cannons in hand in six different directions. On the one hand, it is to avoid the need to fight repeatedly in trench warfare, so as not to make an accident and wipe out the whole army; On the other hand, it is also to cover as large an area as possible.

Scattered between the 6 different directions, at the same time, try to take care of the key areas, especially those deliberately released narrow flat areas. Once the war begins, no matter how good a general is, he will not be able to command his soldiers, and at this point, the soldiers will naturally move towards the enemy's weak firepower - but this is actually a trap.

The artillery is scattered, but the artillery fire can be concentrated.

The firing command is carried out by special flares.

In the past three years, the White Rock Academy of Sciences has not produced any remarkable results, the chemical explosives that Icardove focuses on have not yet appeared, the generator is still a pile of rotten coils, and the machine gun is still in the conceptual stage - but the Academy of Witchcraft has invented colorful signals to pop up by adding various strange materials such as magnesium powder and phosphorus powder to the ammo pack.

This small magic change provides a new type of tool for tactical command and solves the problem of 'communication basically relying on roaring.

……

The productive forces and the relations of production always rise alternately, and the spiral reinforces each other.

In the military field, the same is true of advanced weapons and advanced combat methods.

Sometimes it is because of the advent of advanced weapons, which leads to improvements in the way of warfare; But sometimes, it is also due to advanced methods of warfare that the need for new types of weapons arises.

It has to be said that the weapons of the American Union Army are indeed very advanced and the resources are also sufficient, but its combat methods are relatively backward, and it is still in the stage of copying ready-made European examples.

Prussia has made "On War" a compulsory textbook for officers, and West Point is still studying Napoleon 30 years ago.

That's probably the only weakness of the Union army - but who would think it's a weakness unless it's from God's point of view?

Just like two hundred years later in another time and space, the U.S. military on the Goryeo Peninsula equipped with planes, tanks, artillery, and even atomic bombs, even if they did not master the tactics of outflanking and encircling the large army, who would think that this was a weakness at that time?

As long as the productive forces are strong enough, the problems of any production relations can be solved.

……

Time passed bit by bit.

The switch on the Flesh Mill is about to be turned on by Fifteen Dollar himself.

The 500-page Handbook of Shooting in the Alamo Theater of Operations in the hands of the gunners was gradually losing its meaning. ….

Not all efforts will bear fruit.

Of the 100 sets of pre-eucalyptus that have been painstakingly made, when this battle is over, only one of them may be used.

But the 99 sets that were abandoned, who can say that there is no meaning?

……

"Come on, Tafari!"

Glass made an encouraging gesture to Tafari before retreating.

The flares were divided into 4 shots, the first shot was to attract the attention of observers, and the next 3 shots, which simply indicated the distance and bearing, although not necessarily accurate, but were sufficient for the indiscriminate coverage of large-scale artillery fire.

As long as 3 flares rise into the sky, everything in front of you and under you will be covered by artillery fire for the next maximum of 3 minutes.

"Goodbye, Tafa

li!"

As he turned the corner of the trench, the glass turned back and waved his hand at the pitch black.

It's not too far away, but the White Fang of Tafari is no longer visible.

……

After the glass left, Tafari turned and aimed his pistol at a faint star in the night sky.

That's what glass taught him just now.

A feeling of loneliness welled up in his heart—even though the glass said it was 'freedom,' Tafari didn't want that freedom at all!

He thinks it's good to be a slave!

He had been a slave for generations, and he had been a slave since he was a child, and if nothing else, his son and his son's son would also be slaves in the future - the master would eat and drink, and what was wrong with that?

As for the issue of being whipped, Tafari felt that some people's values were strange – 'If you can't do a good job, shouldn't you be whipped?' ，

In Tafari's view, working in a cotton field is actually much better than working in a factory. The fast-spinning gears in the factory are said to swallow living people, at least cotton doesn't eat people.

And working in the factory does not make much money, once fired by the boss, even his own three meals a day will become a problem, which is not even comparable to a slave.

At the very least, Tafari felt that as a qualified slave, as long as he did not defect, his master would not give up on him.

He somewhat regretted escaping from Hamilton Manor!

Although, the period of working for the Indians was actually the best period of his life.

He can dig holes while singing, and he can get rewards for digging fast.

And there were many companions around, blacks, Indians, and whites, all of whom worked with pickaxes in the same way, regardless of color, nationality, or origin!

Some were young, some were sick, and as soon as they said hello, Tafari would come and help him.

He also offered to whip an Indian, who said to him, "Xiexie! Xiexie！ Xiexie!」 He didn't understand what it meant, but Tafari saw a glint of gratitude in his eyes.

Tafari felt that was the happiest time of his life.

He doesn't need the freedom of solitude, he needs the warmth of crowding!

He wants to see the need for himself in the eyes of others, and he wants to make himself a useful person - never to be abandoned!

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