Chapter 54 Siege (24)
Where did the new rebel artillery come from?
Montekukoli had no clue about this.
In an instant, countless kinds of conjectures emerged in his mind, but none of them could be verified at this moment.
While Montecucoli was in a state of confusion, the battle on the river bank continued.
In the sky, the illumination rocket consumed its short life, and its heart collapsed unwillingly into a small red spot, and then disappeared into the night sky.
Both sides lost a main light source.
But the liquid fire that was thrown into the trench was not burned out, and the flames illuminated everything on the river bank through the smoke like a veil. Behind the commandos of the Lodveck division who jumped out of their chest wall, they cast frenzied shadows one after another.
The Lodvek army chose a good opportunity to attack. In order to cover the landing of its own soldiers, the rebel cannons had already fired a round of fire and temporarily disappeared, leaving only the rebel musketeers still firing fiercely.
Behind the soldiers who rushed to the front of the Lodveks, all dragged a white tail, as if it was the tail left by the ship on the water.
Under the wind, the white tail quickly lost its shape and spread to both sides.
Only then did someone suddenly realize that the so-called "tail" was actually a ray of white smoke.
Montekukoli's perception was one level higher than that of ordinary soldiers, and he recognized the origin of the white smoke at a glance.
It was real alchemy smoke, fast and fierce, and stuck to the ground, far from being comparable to the smoke produced by burning wheat straw or wet clothes.
The smoke released by several commandos of the Lodveck division blended with each other, almost completely obscuring the charge route.
Now, both sides can't see anything.
However, in Montecukoli's view, it is really unnecessary to use precious alchemy smoke. The cover of smoke is actually meaningless to Lieutenant Colonel Lodwich's subordinates.
The advantage of the rebels is that they have pre-built artillery positions.
If Montekukoli himself was commanding the rebel artillery, he would have measured the distance in advance and calculated the angle. Even if he could not pass visual correction, he could still fight.
Rather than expecting smoke to help, it is better to expect the rebels’ old siege cannons to be too bulky and without wheeled gun mounts to be reset accurately.
The rebel musketeers may be disturbed by smoke, but the human body two hundred meters away is only half the thumb and nails that are stretched out, so it is difficult to aim, let alone accurately shooting.
On the contrary, the musketeers who are closer are more affected.
Moreover, the smoke can hinder the movement of the commando, so in the eyes of Lieutenant Colonel of Artillery, Lieutenant Colonel William Lodwich used alchemy smoke, which meant that he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment.
The key is to spread it apart, to allow the soldiers to distance themselves sufficiently, and not to layer them, and to spread the formation out.
However, soldiers who fight on their own will be at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat, and loose assaults will be difficult to exert their power.
So essentially, this is an unsolvable problem.
And this question was originally prepared by Raymond Montecukoli for the "schoolers" who worked in the rebels.
But at this moment, in Maggit Island, this examination room that could not be as small as it was, the artillery lieutenant colonel could only watch the friendly forces solve this problem.
Dragging the white trail, the soldiers from the Lodvek tribe at the forefront had already rushed to the edge of the trench.
He was greeted by a tongue of flame bursting from the muzzle.
There was a hole in the breastplate of the soldiers of the Lodvek tribe. The huge impact made him stagnate, and then he lay down on his back depressedly.
The can hanging behind him, which was marked with the magical battle situation, was pressed down by his body, and was still spraying white smoke out "squeaking".
However, the rebels in the trench had too few muskets, and a few sporadic gunshots were not enough to curb the momentum of the charge of the Lodweck army.
More and more soldiers of the Lodveck rush out of the smoke and jump into the trench.
The hand-to-hand combat has begun.
The sword faced the sword, the chest was facing the chest, and when we met on the narrow road, no one had anywhere to retreat. The roar and scream were mixed together, and the musketeers on the slope and across the river were also firing desperately.
The iron cans brought into the trench continued to spit out alchemy smoke, and the rolling white smoke surged to the lower place, and soon filled the trench.
Nothing can be seen.
But Montekukoli still did not issue a loading order, and did not even tell his subordinates which shell to use.
The adjutant next to him could no longer wait. He took a step toward the lieutenant colonel, his lips trembling, trying to say something.
But Montecucoli just glared at him and let his students swallow the words they had to their mouths.
After a difficult breath, the rebel cannons began to roar again.
However, it was not those old-style heavy artillery, because the shooting sound was crisp and transparent.
Montecucoli immediately unscrewed the three hourglass representing the six-pound cannon, threw the fine sand that had not yet flowed out of the hourglass directly to the ground, and then quickly retightened the hourglass and turned it upside down.
"Just shoot! Gunpowder is cut in half!" Montekukoli yelled, "A shotgun loads up!"
"Gunpowder is reduced in half! A shotgun is loaded!" The adjutant woke up as if he was dreaming and shouted and ran towards the cannon position.
The gunmen of each gun also shouted repeated orders, filling half of the gunpowder with his hands, then putting a partition on it, and stuffing the tin can filled with lead into the muzzle.
Montekukoli personally adjusted the shooting angle, and he turned the screw to keep the muzzle that had already aimed at the rebels' six-pound cannon in advance, so high that it was almost pointing at the sky.
"Don't waste cannons on cannons that destroy enemies."
This is Montekukoli's teaching to every artillery scientist.
Because the shooting opportunities of cannons are too precious, the efficiency of using cannons to destroy cannons is too low.
Not to mention that it is a dark night when you can't see your fingers. Even if you want to engage in a "cannon duel", you cannot aim accurately and can only shoot vaguely at the position where the fire lights up on the opponent's position.
Moreover, if the rebel artillery commander had listened carefully to the class of the Artillery Department Director, he would definitely set up the bunker in advance and use a mobile barrier to close the shooting port after each shot.
In contrast, the artillery position where Montekukoli is currently located is only hastily constructed and is far from being strong.
The enemy has cover, but I have no cover. Shooting against him under such unfavorable conditions, and at such a close distance, is simply seeking death.
The opponent's artillery could even completely ignore Montekukoli's artillery and focus on eliminating the infantry of the Southern Front.
The vast majority of artillery officers who graduated from the Alliance Army Academy, the textbooks they learned were compiled by Montekukoli.
He knew very well how his students would think, prepare, and deal with it.
And Montecukoli is going to break his own teaching tonight.
The moment the order was issued, Montecucoli wanted to know which student was on the other side of the river.
Chapter completed!