There will always be new things being invented in war, and as long as intelligent life is still killing, everyone will definitely think about a common topic: how to kill each other faster and more effectively. Even with the interference of some behind-the-scenes forces, progress will still occur, slowly but surely moving towards a more brutal path of killing, and when stimulated by something, this speed will be greatly accelerated.

In other words, more brutal and vicious methods of killing will appear on the battlefield, which will be a disaster for an army that clings to tradition and lacks adequate means.

It's like the advance troops of the Crown of Ostoria and St. István.

After heated negotiations over cannons, glasses, and fists, Albion was finally given command of the vanguard of Charlemagne's expeditionary force - only partial, two grenadier battalions. In return, Charlemagne was able to lease the small North Sea island of Helgoland, again only partially, about a fifth. Then, for the first time, Charlemagne's bureaucracy, from the time they took up their posts, showed unprecedented efficiency, allocating a single available means to the city of Riga, along with the latest "trench weapons" that had just left the V.E company, although they had transported the weapons and personnel separately and had not been able to get all the weapons to the soldiers.

Count Andráhi Gyulo was not at all pleased with this "honor" and "care".

"We're just being called back and forth by two jackals to be cannon fodder in order to satisfy their ambitions!"

The fist slammed down on the marching table, and pencils, erasers, and maps all jumped.

After swearing. The 42-year-old man slumped into a chair, dressed in an embroidered coat with expensive gems and a tigerskin cloak draped over his shoulders – the formal attire of the crowned nobles of St. Istvan. Despite the wild, warrior-like aura of the Earl, the Count felt like a dying sick man at the moment.

Unlike the martial arts, Count Andrách possessed rare political talents, and was a key member of the "Shangshu Party" led by Count Ack Frenz in the Habsburg court. This group, composed mostly of conservatives and moderates, advocated the separation of the Ottolian and San Istvan crowns from Charlemagne with the help of foreign powers, and the establishment of Franz Joseph, the son of Maria Theresia, as king. Unite Albion and Castile to form an alliance. Balancing Charlemagne's power with his desire to expand, it would be best to bring Emir in as well. With the help of both secular and religious pressures, Charlemagne was forced to accept this fait accompli.

On the face of it, this plan is really attractive. But as with most plans. Before it is implemented. They all look wonderful. But the end result is often not that way.

Charlemagne and Albion, who were supposed to fight each other, jumped into a trench and used Ostoria and the Crown Collar as cannon fodder for their own interests, ready to "wave" on the battlefield...... Although the weak have no human rights. But that's too much, isn't it?!

Probably in order to take care of the wounded feelings of the "allies", the coalition forces did not hesitate to take on all the logistics of the advance troops, although due to a little problem with the transportation, and the soldiers have not yet mastered the skills of maintaining firearms, in the end they still failed to solve the problem of insufficient number of rifles, but the coalition forces still did their best to give them the best and latest equipment, but when they saw those "trench weapons", Count Andráhi and another commander, Count John Joseph Wenzel Radetzky Radetz, almost suffered a stroke.

Neatly placed in the open crate were a long pile of what looked like tubes.

Blasting canisters. A new toy from the V.E company for the human sappers.

The method is very simple, select three brave and fearless human sappers, under the cover of their comrades' firepower, through the deadly net of underground bombs, square nails, iron horses, rifle fire, artillery cover, and sharpshooters of the Principality of All Evils, and approach the trench - preferably the reinforced support point where the forward commander is located, calculate the explosion time, set the length of the fuse, ignite it, and then rush to the enemy stronghold with great courage and stuff the blaster canister into it. With a loud bang, the enemy's forward headquarters was blown into the sky, and the cowardly and incompetent long-haired mongrels must have been in turmoil, and at this time, the human warriors raised their heads to the sky and roared, rushing up to break through the position......

It's all crazy.

The comments of the two counts were unanimous. The obscene nerds sitting in the offices of the V.E Company, the generals Charlemagne and Albion who commanded the war, the kings who led the country - the guys who came up with these weapons and decided to equip and use them - they were all crazy.

Even if the furry bears only have ordinary bows and arrows and repeaters, they can still kill the sappers who use this weapon like they shoot rabbits. Quite simply, three targets in tandem, and a chance to use that weapon only if they were close to the trench, gave the bears plenty of time and opportunity to practice targeting.

It's not a war, it's a soldier to die!

A soldier is a consumable, just like rifles, artillery, and explosives, that can be produced in a constant stream and consumed on the battlefield. But there is a limit to everything, and so is attrition, especially for forces like Ostoria and the Crown of San István, where there are plans for the post-war future, and enough soldiers are a valuable resource and an important guarantee for those plans to be realized. It can't be meaninglessly consumed in a place that isn't even a secondary battlefield.

However, the counts had to send the soldiers to hell.

"The entire human camp is watching you, and everyone is praying for our fearless warriors. ”

This is a passage from the Pope's own letter, which sounds like some kind of encouragement, but more like a warning, and it is also the meaning of the two great powers.

Under the watchful eye of two of the most powerful nations and spiritual leaders in the human camp, there is very little they can do.

The next morning, when the first rays of light emerged from the horizon, two grenadier battalions were already lined up, dressed in white shirts, blue breeches, and half-boots. Soldiers in tall military caps lined up in several phalanxes, and the soldiers stared intently at General Radetzky, who was standing on the ammunition box and giving a lecture. There were a number of Albion soldiers around him, intending to see how the general solved their weapons problems.

"General, the soldiers are ready......"

Lieutenant Colonel Joseph Behm stepped forward to report, with a palpable bitterness on his face, and his black-circled eyes revealing anxiety -- the staff officer, tormented by the harsh conscience and nervous breakdown, had lost sleep again last night.

“...... Only a third of the soldiers have rifles, and the rest are only short spears and bayonets, what should we do with this, general?"

The redshirts, who understood the Ostorian dialect, pricked up their ears, as did the white-clothed soldiers.

"How many bullets and gunpowder do the soldiers have?"

Radetzky asked.

"That's enough for 10 shots per person. Checkmate. ”

"Let them give half to the unarmed soldiers. ”

"General?!"

The lieutenant colonel raised his voice. In response, the general's voice overshadowed him.

"Do as I say! immediately!"

Clenching his fists, he let the pain of his heart being repeatedly pierced by a dagger wander through his body, and the corners of Radetzky's mouth overflowed with a curse-like whisper.

"We don't have a choice. ”

The lieutenant colonel closed his mouth and turned to carry out the order. After about one red. Each unarmed soldier was given five rounds of ammunition and a leather ammunition box. General Radetzky loudly revealed his solution.

"All the soldiers who got the bullets but didn't have a rifle heard clearly. ”

The general commanded loudly, and with the assistance of the technique of increasing the volume, every soldier could hear it clearly.

"After the battle began. You follow closely behind the soldier with the rifle, one shoots, one follows, and if the man with the gun is killed or wounded and unable to move, you pick up the rifle and continue to fight until you break through the position of the hairy mongrel!"

Lunatic.

The people of Albion shook their heads, what kind of solution was this?

For General Radetzky, this is the solution.

Under the compassionate gaze of the Albians, a grenadier battalion entered the starting position, the accompanying priests stood at the front of the procession, the soldiers and officers half-knelt before the statue of the Mother and the canon, and each prayed earnestly, begging the gods to forgive their sins and bless them with victory.

When the ceremony was over, the commander of the gendarmerie in a bronze hat took the place of the priest and shouted to the soldiers who were about to attack:

"Forward, soldiers, we will defend the Divine Faith with our lives and blood, our crown and our Fatherland!"

The white-clothed soldier raised his rifle and a short spear with a hook, and the shout of "Long live the king (Eljenakiraly!)" resounded three times, while each officer and soldier spat in their hearts the portraits of the successive kings of the Bourbon family, and secretly cursed, "To hell with the puppet emperor!"

After boosting morale, the gendarmerie major went on to add:

"Forward! Keep moving forward! No backwards! The Holy Motherland does not need cowards. ”

That seemed to be what he was trying to say. ”

Putting down the dish antenna of the sounding device, Major Conig took off his headphones and looked at the positions of the principality army with his binoculars, the woolly bears were also praying, the prayers on the two sides were not much different, the only difference was that the Orthodox Patriarch had an extra portrait of the Tsar's little father in his hand.

The Major suddenly felt a little funny, both sides were devout disciples of the Mother Goddess, both praying, and if the Mother Goddess received prayers from both sides, it was a difficult question to choose whether to bless humans or orcs.

"Actually, that's not a problem, Major. The Mother Goddess only blesses Alfheim. Under the leadership of His Excellency the Consul, we will be able to achieve final victory. ”

Matthias, a devout Lutheran, replied confidently that his father, who was also pious, had taught him three things from an early age: honesty, faith in the Mother Goddess and her agents in the world, and hatred of humans and orcs, and that he was a good boy who had followed his father's teachings and intended to teach them to his children.

"I didn't ask you, if you want to change to become a chaplain, I will submit an application to my superiors. Until then, non-commissioned officer, do your job. ”

After a slap in the eye, Matthias stuck out his tongue and put his things away before the major could fire again, then set up his anti-materiel rifle.

The moment the butt of the 12.7mm anti-materiel rifle was handed over his shoulder, the hanger disappeared from the face of the non-commissioned officer of the first class, replaced by a mechanical indifference.

Matthias felt that this was the least respect for the person he shot and killed, and he did not think that it was detached to treat others and his own life and death with a game attitude, and a sniper who was responsible for himself and others should not be like that. Even if he is usually a little frivolous, when he has a life-and-death duel with his peers, he will automatically adjust to a state of going all out.

Conig nodded secretly, this kid finally looked a little good, and it was right to let him go to the forest to ambush last time.

The Wehrmacht snipers watched the last duel between the Principality and Lapland's sharpshooters, and with the help of cheating artifacts such as vital signs detectors and high-decibel optical lenses, they recorded all the combat characteristics and techniques of both sides. After analyzing and organizing, it is added to the teaching materials.

To be sure, the Lapland sharpshooter's appearance came as a surprise to veterans like Conig, and although the elves were more experienced and eye-catching in the forest, the elven snipers were not sure of victory if they were to fight with weapons of the same level, and against an opponent who was equally calm and good at camouflage.

It's the same as hunting, no hunter can guarantee that he will return with a full load, and sometimes the hunter will be injured or even killed by the prey.

The best solution to a potential threat is to nip it in the bud. That's what the Major thought at the time, and that's what he did. But every time the shooting window appeared, the masked Lapland, as if he had some kind of extrasensory, immediately shrank back. In the end, the major had no choice but to give up the hunt and withdraw from the battlefield with his subordinates.

The Major carefully searched for the prey that day under his gun, which had shown extraordinary sensation and luck, and at that time in order to avoid exposure, the Major gave up the assault, but now with the noise of the battlefield as a cover, he could have let go of the attack. To make sure that the guy who was favored by Lady Luck didn't have any chance of surviving, the Major opted for a large-caliber anti-materiel rifle, which added white phosphorus rounds in addition to the regular precision sniper rounds. No matter how lucky that guy was, even if the Major didn't play well, there was no chance that he would survive.

The Major slowed his breathing, put his right index finger on the retainer, letting the cold metal wash away the sweat, and the Major and Matthias stopped a qiē movement, like a stone clinging to the ground.

At this moment, the prayers of both sides were over, the priests and patriarchs faded out of sight, the officers took their whistles, took a deep breath, the whistle of the attack sounded, and more than a thousand grenadiers shouted "Hurray!" and rushed to the Principality positions without hesitation. (To be continued......)