Chapter 750: Assessment at the Paris Police Academy

Chapter 751 Assessment of the Paris Police Academy

Alois suddenly shouted: "Do you remember? The instructors in Paris said that the training we received is enough to deal with the real army."

Bourget listened to the increasingly clear sound of the Austrian military drums and nodded: "Yes, even if it is the Austrian army, we may not lose!"

"Don't be afraid, just treat them as gang members!"

"Yes, it's just a gang with more people."

The police in Wallonia said so, but from the white hands holding the guns, it can be seen that they actually have no confidence.

Bourget remembered something again, looking at the Austrian soldiers vaguely visible in the distance, and said: "The commander said that after this fight, the salary will be tripled."

The high bonus immediately diluted everyone's nervousness, and some people even showed an expectant look.

The coal and iron mines in Wallonia have brought a lot of wealth here. In addition to enjoying the Rhine River trade, the Wallonia Chamber of Commerce is rich, and it will not even blink an eye to pay the police a few more months of salary.

Soon, the rhythmic sound of military drums rang out in front of the Walloon police queue.

Bourget confirmed that the Charleville 1776 flintlock in his hand was loaded with ammunition, and then he heard the superintendent of his police station shouting loudly: "Ready--"

He silently said "God bless" and raised the flintlock.

The Austrian skirmishers kept a distance of three or four steps and attacked very easily.

They knew very well that the police could only bully thieves and robbers, and would never be able to withstand a blow when facing a real army.

They only needed two or three volleys later, and the seemingly neat queue in front would collapse.

The next step was to chase them a few hundred yards away, and then accept their surrender or kill them.

"Aim--"

The superintendents in charge of each section of the line array were a little nervous and couldn't hold back when the Austrians were more than 80 steps away.

"Shoot--"

As the thick smoke filled the police queue, dense lead bullets flew towards the Austrian soldiers like a rainstorm.

The Austrian skirmishers laughed in their hearts.

They were just a group of policemen who had never fought a war. At such a long distance, the flintlock rifles had almost no killing power.

The Austrian officers were also very experienced. They immediately ordered the drummers to speed up the rhythm and increase the speed of the soldiers.

Those policemen wasted their precious first round of ammunition. Before they finished reloading, they could cause heavy casualties to them with close shooting!

Almost in the blink of an eye, thousands of Austrian skirmishers rushed to more than 50 steps in front of the police line. The drums suddenly stopped, and the officers immediately raised their hands and shouted: "Ready. Aim--"

What they didn't expect was that the shouts of "aim" also rang out from the police line on the opposite side.

The Austrian officers couldn't help but be a little surprised. It stands to reason that they had only advanced 30 steps, and the police on the opposite side should not be able to complete the reloading.

Bluffing? Or was the police commander panicking and giving orders at random.

"Shoot--"

The Austrian officers waved their hands and shouted.

"Shoot--"

Almost at the same time, the Walloon police issued the same order.

Two flames that stretched for thousands of meters burst out, and muffled groans and screams came from both the Austrian army and the police.

The Austrian officers looked at the soldiers who were shot and fell beside them in surprise, and they all had the same thought in their minds-how could those policemen reload so quickly? !

Yes, although the Walloon police can only train in the Paris Police Academy for one month each year, it is the Paris Police Academy!

Even though their assessment standards are much lower than those of regular police academy students, they are still comparable to the regular Austrian army.

They are even better than many Austrian soldiers with poor training.

The superintendents of the Walloon police suddenly recalled the scenes of actual combat training in Paris.

At that time, they were all complaining about why they, as policemen, had to practice line formations, dense bayonet formations, and even accompanied by artillery combat.

If it weren't for the training allowance, they might not be able to complete the series of complex assessments.

Until this moment, they realized how meaningful the training they had received before was.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, the police superintendents in the command line urged loudly: "Reload! Don't stand there, reload now!"

Burge smelled the blood and his hands were shaking.

But he felt like he was back to the first actual combat assessment, and the instructor kept scolding behind him, "You are about to be eliminated, hurry up."

The speed of his hands suddenly increased a few points.

Just like that assessment.

With his firm will, he successfully got the allowance for passing the assessment.

After the bullet was pounded, he inserted the cleaning rod back under the barrel, poured the firing powder into the gunpowder chamber, and pulled the flint clip.

The voice of the police superintendent sounded in his ears, "Ready--"

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He raised the flintlock rifle, but unexpectedly found that the Austrians opposite seemed to be still loading powder.

At that moment, he suddenly had a strange thought, "I'm afraid they will fail the assessment."

"Aim. Shoot--"

The Walloon police's line of battle was the first to burst into dense flames.

Dozens of Austrian soldiers were knocked to the ground by the oncoming lead bullets as soon as they raised their guns.

Others listened to their comrades' screams, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Are the policemen on the other side really a group of policemen?

This training level is a bit too high!

Under the repeated urging of the Austrian officers, the Austrian soldiers hurriedly raised their guns to fight back.

However, their number was originally less than that of the policemen, and they were in a scattered formation, and the firepower density was far less than that of the line formation, so the counterattack only shot and killed a dozen policemen.

"Reload! Quick!"

"Hurry up, reload!"

With the shouts of the commanders of both sides, another round of reloading competition began.

But the Austrians were already a beat slower before, and in the case of no difference in training, they would only be slower step by step.

The smoke around was blown away by the breeze, and Bourget looked up while he was pounding the gunpowder. The casualties of the Austrians on the opposite side were obviously heavier than his side, and at the same time, their reloading speed was also slower.

A sense of confidence suddenly surged in his heart.

It seemed that the instructor of the police academy did not lie to him.

"Aim. Shoot--"

The volley of the police line formation took the lead again without any surprise.

The Austrian side was filled with blood mist. This time, the police seemed to be more accurate than the last time. More than a dozen Austrian soldiers fell.

Yes, the situation on the battlefield made many policemen like Bourget find confidence and perform more stably.

After the police fired the fifth volley, some Austrians finally couldn't stand it anymore and retreated in panic.

Soon, sporadic escapes turned into a complete rout.

The Buseck Corps left nearly 200 bodies and ran two kilometers away until they met Count Radetzky's main force, and then stopped.