Chapter 757: The Collision Between the Old and the New (Part 2)

It is better to fight than to be called out by the enemy one by one.

On the attic, Lakshmi Pai saw the problem.

"Why charge from such a distance? Will you be out of strength when you meet face to face?"

She received the orthodox military education of Austria in the palace, so she could see at a glance that the other party had violated a taboo.

Because the Austrian military manual stipulates that even cavalry must wait until the distance is 150 meters before launching a charge.

And the distance of the infantry charge should not exceed 60 meters, only in this way can the impact force and the combat effectiveness of the soldiers after close combat be guaranteed.

However, Franz thought the other commander was very smart.

"Indeed, it is a bit against common sense to launch a charge from such a distance. But the opponent they are facing now cannot be judged by common sense in the past. I think the opponent's commander's ability to respond to emergencies is worthy of praise."

"What's the matter? If they run too hard, won't they still be chased and beaten?"

"That's right, but if they don't charge, they will collapse soon. A desperate fight at least retains hope."

Although Franz said this, he knew very well what was about to happen.

On the other side of the hill, Count Stein chose to open champagne directly.

"Your Excellency, there is nothing to see. It's over. The Poles are too stupid! They got carried away by a few stragglers. They are not worthy of being our opponents at all."

"No, I think these people are interesting, although they can't change anything." Albrecht was interested and called the cavalry officer.

"Remember to bring back their commander when you capture prisoners later."

"Yes! Your Excellency, Your Excellency."

The main camp of the Polish Restoration Army was in chaos because this charge was not in their plan.

Tisovsky and Dembowski left Bem in Krakow, so now they had to make the decision, and they were obviously not military geniuses.

Fortunately, Poland had a tradition of military democracy, so they adopted the horizontal column tactics under the advice of a group of Prussian Polish officers.

According to the plan, the horizontal column needed to attract firepower from the front, and then use the killer to take down the opponent unexpectedly.

However, this wave of charge was unexpected for them.

"Let them withdraw!"

The messenger responded: "Yes."

At this time, Tisovsky and Dembowski did not know how stupid their order was.

On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Polish Restoration Army were running towards the fort, while the Austrian soldiers behind the battlements were sneering.

They didn't know where the other side got the courage, but there was no sympathy on the battlefield. It was either you or I.

The killing shouts of the Polish Restoration Army soldiers were so loud that they even covered the gunshots from the direction of the fort. However, Burns Poker discovered a problem, that is, more and more officers were killed and the team was getting more and more chaotic.

Fortunately, the distance was only more than 100 meters, so it was not a problem to break through this old-fashioned wall that was only 1.5 meters high.

Once it was a hand-to-hand fight, it would be a matter of courage and endurance. According to the intelligence provided by the Poles, the enemy had only 400 militiamen and 300 cavalrymen, so the advantage was still great.

Although victory was in sight, he was a little worried for no reason, because the enemy's gunshots were sparse but not scattered, and the hit rate was frighteningly high.

"Could it be the elite?"

Pence Poker thought so, and suddenly dense gunshots rang out, and the soldiers in the front row fell down in unison. Immediately, the soldiers of the Polish Restoration Army were frightened and fell to the ground.

"Get up! Rush in one breath while they are reloading bullets!"

Pence Poker had already found something wrong, because there were so many guns suddenly, but this was still within an acceptable range.

If the defenders did not set up an ambush, they might as well surrender as soon as possible, because the commander was not qualified at all.

But just as the soldiers of the Polish Restoration Army got up, the second round of bullets came. These bullets were not only dense, but also accurate.

"Damn it! It's a rifle!" A Polish officer with an injured arm fell to the ground and cursed.

"Get up! Keep charging!"

Just a few seconds later, another round of bullets poured down, and the soldiers of the Polish Restoration Army fell down in groups.

"Damn it! It's a three-stage shot!"

Pence Pok was lying behind a corpse, but the bullet passed through the corpse without any hindrance and pierced his shoulder.

This is the power of the Minié bullet. Theoretically, lead bullets can also penetrate two people.

But the reality is that war is affected by various conditions. Usually, after penetrating the first person, the spherical lead bullet will be severely deformed or even broken.

However, this mainly depends on the caliber. Using a large-caliber musket specially designed for plate armored knights, it is not a problem to penetrate two people, let alone three people, but in terms of penetration, the spherical lead bullet is still far inferior to the Minié bullet.

"Stand up! The three-stage attack is over! Now is the time."

Before Burns Poker finished speaking, dense gunfire rang out again on the dock.

Looking at the one-sided massacre, Lakshmi Payi and Mia Atiyes were a little reluctant.

"This is war, blood and cruelty are the norm, flowers, honor, and applause are more of a romantic beautification."

"Excuse me," Mia Atiyes hurriedly left her seat and hid in the bathroom to vomit.

"How can they win this?" Lakshmi Payi seemed to see what was happening on the Indian subcontinent at this time.

But she was obviously overthinking, the British troops stationed in India obviously could not reach that level. In fact, at this time, the troops equipped with breech-loading rifles on a large scale only existed in Austria and Prussia.

"Play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, at least you can't choose to fight on the front. The guerrilla warfare you mentioned before is a very good strategy. If you make a wrong move, today's scene will repeat itself."

Lakshmi Pai was a little confused by Franz's words, but the former knew one thing, at least when facing the Austrian army, you should not choose to attack head-on, otherwise you will be courting death.

On the other side of the hill, Count Stein, who was already a little tipsy, sneered at the Poles who were directly suppressed at a distance of about 100 meters and could not move.

"What a bunch of cowards, since they dare not rush, why don't they run?"

The military academy students around also laughed, they just thought it was great to be born on the winning side.

Albrecht expressed concern about the future of the imperial army. There was no one in this group who could see the door.

"It's already the 19th century, and there are still a bunch of people who only care about morale. Do you think war is a joke? Can't you see the changes in weapons and tactics?"

No one answered Albrecht, because this group of people didn't understand at all. Not only did they not feel any shame, but they flattered the Archduke.

"You are worthy of it. We really can't compare to you."

"With you here, our Austrian Empire will win every battle!"

"Yes! Yes! Long live the Commander! Long live Austria! Long live the Habsburg family!"

"It's just talking to a cow!"

Albrecht left the table in anger.