Chapter 961 The Victor's Gift

After a brief period of confusion, the artillery began to advance.

In fact, Lamosilier would never really let his precious artillerymen die. He had already made arrangements in advance, and the specific appeasement work would naturally be handed over to the adjutant.

"Don't worry! In all these days, have you seen the counterattack of the Orleans artillery except the last two days?"

After the adjutant said so, they really hadn't seen it.

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

In fact, it's not that they didn't counterattack, but those Congreve rockets flew everywhere, even if the closest point of landing was dozens of meters away from them.

But that was 800 meters away, what if they advanced to 300 meters?

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

"The infantry will hold up the door panels to cover your advance"

Using door panels to defend against rockets and stray bullets sounds a bit funny, but it's better than nothing.

As for not wanting to go, that's even more impossible, and the best example is in front of us.

The artillery colonel who was just shot was a big shot. He was not only a graduate of the Saint-Cyr Military Academy, but also a master in Paris.

Compared with him, these peasants are nothing.

Ramosilier did not do this out of passion. First, he felt that the enemy's strong attack in the past few days must have reached its limit. If there was a way to counterattack, he would have used it long ago. It is impossible for him to keep his head down and take the beating.

Second, he had the best artillery in France and even the world - the M1841 six-pound field gun, which is the legendary little Napoleon.

Although the evaluation of the little Napoleon in later generations is not high, it is because it is compared with the great Napoleon more than 20 years later.

At this time, the M1841 six-pound 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 powers in the world. Even the inspiration for the Austrian M1851 field gun and the Russian M1859 field gun came from the little Napoleon.

The reality was just as Lamosilier imagined. The long-standing attack on Salleburg quickly lost its ability to resist under the continuous bombardment of fifty little Napoleons.

However, the only drawback was that there was no surrender ceremony, and only an empty fortress was left.

"The terrain of Salleburg is not dangerous. It's a pity that they could defend it for so long."

Lamosilier still gave a more pertinent evaluation.

"Yes, Marshal. The tenacity of the defenders is completely beyond our imagination. It's just that..."

"It's just that the enemy retreated a little too quickly, and how come there was not even a corpse left?"

Lamosilier's adjutant was very meticulous. He felt something was wrong since he entered the ruined fortress.

It's just that he couldn't say it until just now that he confirmed that he didn't see a single corpse along the way in such a large fortress.

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

After the adjutant said this, Lamosilier also noticed it.

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

"How is that possible?"

Lamosilier shook his head again. It was just a group of militias and private armed forces. How could they enforce discipline?

It was just that taking all the bodies away was a bit weird.

He thought of the strange caves he had seen on the way here. These caves were of different sizes, and some could only accommodate one person.

Lamosilier had never seen such caves on the battlefield. Some soldiers said that they were devil's caves. The reason why the defenders of Salbourg could hold out for so long was because they signed a contract with the devil.

In those caves, demons would emerge continuously and transform into the appearance of Salbourg militia, so they could hold out until today under such terrible bombardment.

But Lamosilier would not believe these nonsense. He thought that those should be corpse caves, so he could not see the bodies.

After figuring out the joints, Lamosilier turned to his adjutant and his staff to popularize his conjecture about the corpse caves.

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

The general said one word, and the soldiers ran away.

After Lamosilier's order was issued, the soldiers had to explore the caves they avoided.

Whether there were demons or corpses in them, they didn't want to go in.

After a while, the soldiers ran out breathlessly.

Lamosilier thought he was right, so he asked slowly.

"Did you find the body?"

"No, no."

"Then what are you doing out?"

"It's full of explosives!"

Suddenly, a series of explosions sounded, and the huge impact lifted the ground. Then the explosions became more and more frequent, and even nearby buildings and waste were constantly exploding.

The French army, which had just entered Salbourg, was hit by a blow before they had time to celebrate.

Lamosilier quickly fell to the ground, and several staff officers and guards rushed to him to save him.

But the people around La Mosilier were not so lucky. His adjutant was pierced through the chest by a flying wooden board and was nailed to the wall, opening and closing his mouth like a dead fish.

Other staff officers and guards were also dead or injured, in a very miserable state.

However, the attack had just begun. With a series of shrieks, rockets kept flying into the ruins of Salbourg.

This small fortress truly became a coffin for the French soldiers.