After a brief confusion, the artillerymen began to advance.

In fact, it is naturally impossible for Ramosirier to really let his precious artillerymen go to death, he has already made arrangements in advance, and the specific pacification work will naturally be handed over to the adjutant to do.

"Don't worry! For so many days, have you seen the counterattack of the Orleans artillery except for the first two days? ”

When the adjutant said this, they really hadn't seen it.

Before, they were only concerned with bombarding the fortress, completely forgetting that the other party did not retaliate.

In fact, it is not that there have been countermeasures, but those Congreve rockets are flying everywhere, even if the closest landing point is dozens of meters away from them.

But that's eight hundred meters away, what if you advance to three hundred meters?

The adjutant saw the anxiety of the artillerymen and immediately said.

"The infantry will cover your advance with the door panels"

Defending against rockets and stray bullets with door panels sounds funny, but it's better than nothing.

As for whether to think about it, it is even more unlikely, and the present is the best example.

The artillery colonel, who had just been shot, had a great background, not only a serious graduate of the Saint-Cyr Military Academy, but also a master of the city of Paris.

Compared to them, these mud legs are nothing at all.

Ramosirier's action was not a momentary enthusiasm, first of all, he felt that the strong attack on the enemy these days must be close to the limit, if there was a way to counteract, it would have been used a long time ago, and it was impossible to keep his head down.

Second, he had in his hands the best artillery in France and even in the world - the M1841 six-pounder field gun, that is, the legendary little Napoleon.

Although the evaluation of the little Napoleon by later generations is not high, it is because it is compared with the great Napoleon more than twenty years later.

At this time, the M1841 six-pounder field gun in the world can definitely be called the best field gun in the world, far stronger than the main field guns of other world powers, and even the inspiration for the Austrian M1851 field gun and the Russian M1859 field gun is Napoleon the Younger.

In reality, just as Ramosirier imagined, the long-held Salburg was quickly unable to resist under the constant bombardment of the fifty gates of Napoleon.

However, the fly in the ointment is that there is no surrender ceremony, but only an empty fortress is left.

"The terrain in Saarburg is not dangerous, if they were able to hold it for so long."

Ramosillier still gave a more pertinent assessment.

"Yes, Your Excellency. The tenacity of the defenders was completely beyond our imagination. It's just that"

"It's just that the enemy retreated a little too quickly, and why didn't even a single corpse remain?"

Ramosilier's lieutenant was a meticulous man, and he felt that something was wrong from the moment he entered the ruined fortress.

It's just that he can't say anything, and it wasn't until just now that he confirmed that he hadn't seen a single corpse along the way to a huge fortress.

Although it is a tradition of the army to clean the battlefield, it is almost impossible to do it so quickly and so cleanly.

After the adjutant said this, Ramosirier also noticed.

"Could it be that they are not fleeing, but retreating?"

"How is that possible?"

Ramosirier shook his head again, how could it be forbidden by a group of militiamen and private forces.

It's just that it's a bit weird to take all the corpses away

He thought of the strange caverns he had seen on the way before, and these caves were of various sizes, some of which could only accommodate one person.

Ramosirier had never seen such a cave on the battlefield, and some soldiers said it was the devil's cave, and the reason why the defenders of Saarburg had been able to hold out for so long was because they had made a pact with the devil.

In those caves, there will be a steady stream of demons in the form of the Saarburg militia, which is why they have been able to hold out to this day under such horrific shelling.

But Ramosillier didn't believe the nonsense, he thought it was supposed to be a cavern, so he couldn't see the body.

Having figured out the joints, Ramosirier turned to his adjutant and his staff members to explain his conjecture about the burrow.

"Let the soldiers see what's in the hole?"

With a word from the general, the soldier ran and broke his leg.

After Ramosillier's order was given, the soldiers had to explore the caves they had avoided.

It didn't matter if it was a devil or a corpse inside, they didn't want to go in.

After a while, the soldier ran out of breath.

Ramosillier thought he was right, and asked slowly.

"Found the body?"

"No, no."

"So what are you doing out there?"

"It's full of explosives!"

Suddenly, a series of explosions rang out, and a huge impact lifted the ground. Immediately the explosions became more and more intense, and even nearby buildings and waste continued to explode.

The French army, which had just entered Saarburg, was hit head-on before they could celebrate.

Ramosillier hurriedly fell to the ground, and several staff officers and guards hurriedly pounced on him to let him escape.

But the people around Ramosirier were not so lucky, and his lieutenant was pierced through the chest by a flying plank, nailed to the wall, opening and closing his mouth like a dead fish.

The other staff officers and guards were also killed, wounded, and extremely embarrassed.

However, the attack had only just begun, and rockets continued to fly into the ruins of Saarburg with a scream.

This small fortress was now a real coffin for French GIs.