War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Rather than being called out one by one by the opponent, it would be better to give it a try.

Up in the attic, Lakshmi Pai even saw the problem.

"Why are you charging so far away? Are you already out of strength by the time we face each other?"

She received Austrian orthodox military education in the palace, so she could tell at a glance that the other party had committed a taboo.

Because the Austrian military regulations stipulate that even the cavalry must wait until a distance of 150 meters before launching a charge.

Generally speaking, infantry should not charge more than 60 meters away. Only in this way can the impact and combat effectiveness of soldiers after close combat be guaranteed.

But Franz felt that the other party's commander was very smart.

"Indeed, launching a charge from such a distance does go against common sense. But the opponent they are facing at this time cannot be judged by past common sense. I think the opponent's commander's ability to adapt to situations is worthy of praise."

"What's the point? I won't have the energy to run after a while, won't I still have to be chased and beaten?"

"That's right, but if we don't charge, they will collapse soon. A desperate fight at least still 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 the champagne directly.

"Your Majesty the Grand Duke, there's nothing to see anymore. It's over. The Poles are too stupid! They were fooled by a few skirmishers. They are not worthy of being our opponents at all."

"No, I do think this group of people is a bit interesting, although it can't change anything." Albrecht became interested and called the cavalry officer.

"When you capture the prisoners later, remember to bring back their commander."

"Yes! Your Excellency the Grand Duke."

The Polish Nationalist Army's main formation was in chaos, because this charge was not part of their plan.

Tisovsky and Dembovsky left Bem in Kraków, so now it was up to them to make the decision, and these two were obviously not military geniuses.

Fortunately, Poland has a tradition of military democracy, so at the suggestion of a group of Polish officers, they adopted horizontal formation tactics.

According to the plan, the horizontal team needs to attract firepower from the front, and then use its killer weapon to catch the opponent by surprise.

However, this wave of charge was unexpected by them.

"Let them withdraw quickly!"

The messenger responded: "Yes."

At this time Tisovsky and Dembovsky did not know what a stupid order they had given.

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

They don't know where each other's courage comes from, but there is no sympathy at all on the battlefield. Either you die or I die.

The killing sounds of the Polish Nationalist Army soldiers were so loud that they even covered up the gunshots coming from the direction of Wubao. However, Pence Bok discovered a problem, that is, more and more officers were killed in battle, and the team became more and more chaotic.

Fortunately, the distance was only over a hundred meters, so it wouldn't be a problem to break through this old-fashioned wall, which was only one and a half meters high, in one go.

And once you get into hand-to-hand combat, what you have to fight for is courage and endurance. According to the information given by the Poles, the opponent only has 400 militiamen and 300 cavalry, so our advantage is still huge.

Although victory was in sight, he was worried for no reason, because although the opponent's gunfire was sparse, it was not scattered, and the hit rate was frighteningly high.

"Is it the elite?"

Pence Polk thought this way, when suddenly intensive gunfire rang out, and the soldiers in the front row fell down one after another. Immediately, the soldiers of the Polish Nationalist Army fell to the ground in fear.

"Get up! Rush over while they're loaded with bullets!"

Pence Pork had already noticed something was wrong, because there were suddenly so many more guns, but this was still within the acceptable range.

If the defenders don't set up an ambush, they might as well surrender as soon as possible, because the commander is simply not qualified.

But as soon as the soldiers of the Polish Nationalist Army got up, the second round of barrages came over. These bullets are not only dense, but also accurate.

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

"Get up! Keep rushing!"

Just a few seconds later, another round of bullets rained down, and the soldiers of the Polish Nationalist Army fell in pieces.

"Damn it! It's three strikes!"

Burns Pork crouched behind a body, but the bullet passed through the body without any hindrance and penetrated his shoulder.

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

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

However, this mainly depends on the caliber. With a large-caliber musket specially designed to hit plate armor knights, it is easy to penetrate three people, not to mention two people, but in terms of penetrating power, the spherical lead bullet is still far inferior to Mine bomb.

"Stand up! The three-stage attack is over! Take advantage of it now."

Before Pence Poker finished speaking, intensive gunshots rang out again on the fort.

Seeing the one-sided massacre, Lakshmi Pai and Mia Artiles couldn't bear it.

"This is war. Blood and cruelty are the norm. Flowers, honors, and applause are more of a romantic beautification."

"Please excuse me." Mia Atiles quickly left her seat and hid in the bathroom to vomit.

"How can they win?" Lakshmi Pai seemed to have seen what was happening in the Indian subcontinent at this time.

But she was obviously overthinking it, and the British troops stationed in India were obviously not up to that level. In fact, at this time, large-scale troops equipped with breech-loading guns only existed in Austria and Prussia.

"Use your strengths and avoid weaknesses, at least you can't choose to take the initiative to fight on the front. The guerrilla warfare you mentioned before is a very good strategy. If you make one mistake, today's scene will happen again."

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

On the hill on the other side, Count Stein, who was already a little drunk, sneered when he saw that the Poles were directly suppressed at a distance of about a hundred meters and could not move.

"What a bunch of cowards. If they don't dare to charge, why don't they run?"

The surrounding military students also burst into laughter. They just thought it was great to be born on the winner's side.

Albrecht expressed concern about the future of the imperial army. In such a group of people, no one could see the slightest clue.

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

No one answered Albrecht because the group simply didn't understand. Instead of feeling any shame, they flattered the Archduke.

"As expected of you, we really can't compare."

"With you here, our Austrian Empire will be victorious in every battle!"

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

"It's just playing the piano to a cow!"

Albrecht left the table angrily.