Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Humans used fire. Humans were also afraid of fire. Although the genes they inherited from the beast era had been worn out for hundreds of thousands of years, no one was spared.

If the fire in front of the trench was just a small scattered piece of land, then the Austrian Army would still be able to rush over with gritted teeth. Even if he had burned a portion of his body, he would still be able to do it. However, they had underestimated Xiao Letian's craziness, and they had also underestimated the huge power of the gas combustion bottle.

In this wave of Molotov's cocktail attacks, more than eighteen hundred bottles flew out from special mix camp. If it were not for the final order to stop them by death order from all ranks, the more than two thousand bottles of fireballs that they brought with them would have been completely used up.

Originally, it was a good thing that Xiao Letian was able to personally come to the battlefield and raise his morale. However, in the end, Xiao Letian's eyes turned red from killing, and his actions became a little messy.

Xiao Hexin and Sima Yun rushed to the front of Xiao Letian, pointed at the fire field and shouted, Master! Don't you see how this fire has been burnt? Why did you order it to be thrown away? You even want to lose them all? How could fighting be fun? "Please go back to the headquarters immediately, that's where you are now …"

Xiao Letian laughed in embarrassment, then looking at the sea of flames in front of him, he knew that he was being a little too fanatical. The zone of fire in front of the trench was more than ten metres wide, and there were struggling and dying Austrian Army s rolling about in the flames.

Then, he looked at the fire in front of Xiao Letian, where a burning man was crawling forward helplessly. He extended his burning arm forward and pointed his pitch black fingers at Xiao Letian, as if he was going to be strangled to death in the next second.

It was a pity that he was just flesh and blood. Just as his fingers were about to touch the edge of the trench, Xiao Hexin raised his hand and shot the fire man twice in the head, ending his pain.

"Dragon Lord, bring master out of the trench … When we go to the command base to rest, Prime Minister's responsibility is to formulate a strategy, not to execute it personally.

Dragon Lord held onto Xiao Letian's arm and said softly, "My Lord, in truth, the width of the fire field is already more than enough when it has reached six or seven meters, there is no need to throw anymore Molotov Bullets … What a waste! "

Xiao Letian blushed but didn't say anything. He knew that he had lost control of his emotions just now, and was just thinking about how much fun it would be to fight.

After all, Xiao Letian was an expert in strategy and tactics. He was still proficient in commanding large groups of troops or appointing them as his national policy, if he was to become a normal basic officer, it would not be appropriate for him to be a Battalion Commander or something like that.

In the end, Xiao Letian still killed too little, and could not stay calm after encountering the blood and slaughter. It was very easy for him to fall into a state of fanaticism, this weakness was not something he could make up for in a day.

On that Tyrannical Blood Night, on the battlefield where cold weapons were the main character, there was still some use for courage and blood. But when encountering a modern war like the one between the Europe and China, the soldiers still needed calmness type officers, such as Xiao Hexin, Sima Yun and the others.

"I'll leave it to you. I can trust you …" With that, Xiao Letian turned and left.

At this time, the battlefield had already fallen into a strange atmosphere. The three thousand charging Austrian Army s had already stopped in their tracks, looking at the raging fire and watching their miserable comrades being burned to death.

He did not know why, but the rear command did not force everyone to continue charging, nor did they give orders for everyone to retreat. Prussian army on the opposite side also stopped shooting, and the two groups of people looked at each other across the fire field.

Time passed minute after minute, and not even three minutes had passed. Soldiers who could not withstand the pressure began to silently retreat. They subconsciously wanted to leave this place of slaughter.

One, two, countless, and terror spread like a powerful influenza virus, and in a short while, the entire charging army completely collapsed. This time, more than a thousand warriors had been killed in the concentrated assault of three thousand, and now, there were three thousand corpses piled up in the trench.

The huge casualties caused everyone to shudder in fear. Only now did they realize that the Chinese opposite them were completely different from the Chinese in the rumors in Europe. Everyone was wrong.

"Let me go! I want to see my teacher... I want to see the Count... "Let me in, I have a way to defeat the enemy …" Outside Austrian Army's headquarters, at the entrance of a green canvas tent, a captain was being controlled by the guard company's soldiers. However, this captain seemed to have forgotten about the military discipline, and was shouting with all his might.

"Instructor …" "I know the secrets of the Chinese people, I know the reasons behind the firecrackers' defeat, please give me a chance to speak …" The captain shouted at the top of her lungs.

In the tent, the angry Old Count who was vomiting blood just woke up. He struggled to get the soldiers to help him up and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, I can still hold on. This kind of attack won't hurt me …" "Let him in, I want to hear his opinion …"

Old Count sat on the chair and drank some water to recover his spirit. At this time, the captain who had been hooting was also pushed in.

"The second battalion captain, Company Commander, Wen Sente will report to you …"

"Please take a moment, don't waste your time, you can state now!"

Wen Sente did not say anything further and took out a white piece of paper from his robes. Opening the paper, people saw that it was a simple cut view of the enemy's trenches.

"Seniors, this is the style of the trenches dug by the Prussian army across us. We suffered because of this strange two-meter-deep trench …"

"We all know that cannons can be divided into two categories according to their trajectory. One is a straight shot artillery, and the other is a curved shot cannon. "The heavy cannons and howitzers that our division has assembled are all direct fire cannons …"

"Look carefully, it's precisely because our cannons are powerful flat-range cannons, so most of the cannons just grazed the sky above the trench and exploded on both sides of the trench. Unless they happened to explode in the sky above the trench, otherwise, the shrapnel and shock wave would not be able to hit the enemy in the dead angle of the trench …"

"Sir, we need a cannon, we need a mortar! "Only by striking the ground vertically with those cannonballs can the damage to the trenches be improved. We were deceived by the spectacular scene of the cannonball, so most of our ammunition was wasted …"

The Old Count got his strength from who knows where and jumped up from the chair to grab the simple cut map. He followed Wen Sente's train of thought and used his fingers to draw on the map.

Although there were many popinjays in the thornbush gardener nobles, it was undeniable that these people had received a very high level of education. They understood the theory that Wen Sente was talking about just by listening to it.

After all, they were living in an era of great development in military science and technology. It was inevitable that there would be some omissions when new and old ideas clashed with each other.

Let alone them, in reality, in all of history, up to more than fifty years after the First World War, when the Mann River was at war, and when the humans were at war with their trenches, the old ways of thinking still existed.

At that time, the commander of the English and French had more than once discovered that after her crazy bombardment, the German Army in the trenches on the other side did not have many casualties.

The commander of the English and French, who could not come up with anything, gathered a large number of artillery experts and even mathematicians to analyse the situation. In the end, she discovered that the crux of the problem lay in the gunfire trajectory of the cannons.

In a trench more than two meters deep, the side facing the enemy was the so-called blind spot. As long as the enemy hid in this blind spot, the broken pieces and shockwaves above his head would hardly harm him, unless the artillery shell coincidentally exploded in the sky above the trench, and only then would there be a certain number of casualties.

It was from that moment on that the army began to popularize field cannons, known as mortars. The howitzers and cannons aimed directly at them were mostly used to destroy the fixed structures on the battlefield.

"Instructor …" We can't waste ammunition like that. If our cannon's quantity were to double, we might be able to plow the battlefield with our unreasonable strength. However, we don't have that many cannons … "We don't have the time to move the mortars back now..."

"How?" Since you are able to find the key point, I believe you must have a solution! " Old Count asked anxiously.

"Yes, of course I have a way …" Let our cavalry go back to the battlefield and let the most primitive grenadier return to the battlefield. Since we are unable to change the trajectory of the cannons, we will use manpower to throw the explosives in … "

"Let's let the artillery fire at the trench, and the enemy will definitely continue to hide in the corner of the defense wall. At this point, let the cavalry carry the explosive package close to the battlefield, and blast them to death without any warning …"

After that, let's not only send out the infantry, but also the battle trenches to the east and west for the cavalry. What we need now is time, and we can't afford to take into account the casualty rate, we've already wasted more than an hour in these three waves of attacks, we have no time left …

Ta Bulisibojue looked at him with gratitude, "Good, good, good, your name is Wen Sente right? I accept your suggestion that you now take charge of this attack... "If I succeed, I will reward you to the imperial army. I guarantee that at the very least, I will give you the position of captain of the artillery …"

Wen Sente's eyes immediately lit up, he then gave a military salute, "I will resolutely complete this mission, Sir, please do not worry!" After saying that, he turned around and left the headquarters.

At this time, Ta Bulisibojue's face finally regained some color, and he looked at the high ground in the distance and sighed, "Xiao Letian right? "I admit that I've underestimated you Chinese. Your performance really surprises me. Not only did you rely on advanced rifles to fight us, but the tactics in your brain are exceptionally advanced as well …"

"I really don't understand. How can you soldiers who come from the battlefield of China, where cold weapons are the protagonist, possess a more advanced concept of war than us Europeans?"

"I definitely do not believe that digging out this kind of trench to fight is due to an impulsive action by your brain. Since you can come up with this kind of defensive method, then your brain must have a set of mature tactical experience …" This really makes me curious. Who exactly are your teachers? Or could it be that you are a talented genius who has studied everything by yourself? "

Thinking about that, Old Count hurriedly shook his head, "No no no, what happened to me? Facing a group of Chinese people, how could there be such an outstanding talent in that backward nation? "Heh heh heh …"