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This British army was just transferred from China, and had no previous experience in fighting the French army. After they arrived in Spain, it was unknown whether it was Arthur Wellesley's negligence or other reasons, and they did not treat them. Conduct special training in this area, so when attacking, attack according to the previous tactics.
As the regiment began its attack, Arthur Wellesley suddenly realized that something was missing, but never thought of it. During the battle with the French army, he also realized that the firepower of the French army was far stronger than that of the British army. According to the previous offensive method, it was simply death, so the entire English army gave up the original training method , with the new rifles put into use, the previous dense pairing tactics were discarded.
But the Scottish army is different. They used old-fashioned rifles before. After receiving the order to go to Spain to fight, they conducted a brief training on new-style rifles, and then they were pulled to Spain. Didn't tell them the old tactics don't work anymore.
Since this was the first attack of the British army, the head of the 1st regiment also personally went to the city wall to direct the battle. When he saw the dense formation of the opponent, he was also very surprised. Except for the war when the 88th Army was first established, he never encountered an enemy who would use this tactic, because they all knew that under the intensive firepower of the French army, it was no different from death.
"Man, is it the British army led by Arthur Wellesley who is attacking?" The head of the 1st regiment asked his partner, the chief of staff of the regiment.
"It should be right, but Arthur Wellesley wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. This is simply to let his people die. Could it be that they have some other conspiracy?" The chief of staff was also very puzzled. The 2nd Battalion of the 1st Regiment is in charge of defending here. The entire battalion has 12 heavy machine guns and the same number of mortars. Now that they are all placed on the city wall, he hastened to guarantee that if the British army uses this kind of intensive pairing charge, they can all be killed in less than ten minutes.
"Forget it, don't worry about it so much. Anyway, our task is to defend Tudela when the reinforcements arrive. No matter what conspiracy they have, as long as we do our part well, if they want to die, then we will be fine." You can't be more polite." The deputy head licked his dry lips and said. Since yesterday evening, they have been building fortifications. They haven't slept all night, and they haven't even drank a sip of water. Now that they have some free time, the British have started to attack again, so he is suffocating. Where to send it.
"2 Battalion Commander, let me put them in and beat them to death." The regiment commander finally issued an order.
"Yes, I promise to complete the task." The 2nd Battalion Commander replied.
The attack was initiated by the 14th Regiment of the Scottish Legion, a well-trained force, who launched the attack at a distance of one and a half kilometers from Tudela. The whole regiment was divided into 5 neat square formations, and walked towards Tudela step by step with neat steps and the sound of bagpipes, looking very imposing. It's just that they are no different from dead people in the eyes of the French guarding the city.
Closer, 800 meters, 700 meters, 600 meters, because the commander gave the order to bring the enemy closer before fighting, so at this distance, the mortarmen did not fire.
At a distance of 500 meters, many snipers have already raised their sniper rifles, choosing their prey. Ornately dressed officers and musicians playing bagpipes are their best targets.
At 400 meters, the heavy machine gunner replaced the heavy machine gun with a long belt to avoid too much gap when shooting. The repairman also prepared a spare barrel so that it can be replaced in time when the barrel overheats. .
At this time, Arthur Wellesley and Frank, who were observing the movement of the battlefield with a telescope, also felt that the battlefield was a little weird. They had fought against the French army many times, but they knew the power of the French army's weapons. Suddenly, he thought of something. Shouted: "Stupid pig! Idiot! Spread out! Spread it all out!"
Those Scottish officers didn't know why Arthur Wellesley became like this, but after hearing his cursing words, they were very angry. They didn't come to Spain willingly, but they didn't expect Arthur Wellesley Leigh also scolded their soldiers like this. They were about to ask Arthur Wellesley for a theory, but when they saw the faces of other English officers also changed drastically, they panicked for no reason. They didn't know where they wanted to find Arthur Wellesley for a theory. went there.
200 meters, only 200 meters away. At this time, the head of the regiment ordered: "Fire! Hit me hard."
The mortarers, already at the ready, fired their first shells of the battle. The heavy machine gun also began to roar. The snipers also began to kill them. They had already aimed at their prey, and other soldiers also shot.
Cannonballs kept hitting the neat queue of the British army one after another. Every time a shell exploded, there would be gaps in the neat queue. Originally, the British soldiers would take the initiative to fill those gaps, but the gaps became more and more. There was nothing they could do. Under the ferocious firepower of heavy machine guns, the heroic Scottish soldiers fell down in rows like wheat, and the officers who directed the attack died one by one. , In less than 5 minutes, half of the people fell to the ground.
The battlefield was very chaotic, but the Scottish soldiers were still stepping forward one after another, because even on such a battlefield full of gunfire and gunfire, the sound of the bagpipes was still heard clearly in the ears of every soldier, Inspire them to attack forward, keep attacking, and defeat their enemies.
Seeing this situation, Arthur Wellesley and Frank closed their eyes in despair. They blamed themselves a little. Although war inevitably leads to death, if they reminded them, then some of them might be will not die.
The Scottish officers were stunned as if they had seen a ghost. In their war career, they had never seen such a fierce firepower. But then he became angry, because he could see from the expressions of the English generals that they knew this, but they didn't tell them. Murder, conspiracy? Such words appear in the minds of all Scottish officers. "Why are you doing this?" A Scottish officer stared angrily at Arthur? Wellesley asked.
"I'm sorry! I was negligent." Arthur? Wellesley sincerely apologized.
"Negligence? You son of a bitch," the officer yelled, and he threw himself on Arthur Wellesley, but he was unsuccessful, and several guards overpowered him. But the officer was still yelling, and as a last resort, Frank had to order someone to take him down.
Camis is a bagpipe player in the 14th Regiment of Scotland and is only 18 years old this year. Although he is not very old, he has been a veteran of the army for two years. He has followed the troops to fight in Africa and India, and they have won every time. So he didn't take the war seriously and traveled all over the place.
His weapon was a bagpipe, which had been left to him by his father, who was also a bagpiper and had fought in many wars. Received several medals. Under the influence of his father, he also joined the army early and became an excellent bagpipe player.
The war started again, Kamis and his companions blew the bagpipes, and followed the team to attack the enemy. Slowly, he was getting closer and closer to the other side's defending city wall, but the gunfire he expected didn't sound. Perhaps those damned Frenchmen were all scared stupid. Having never fought against the French army, he didn't know how powerful the French army was. He thought that the French army was just like the native troops he met in India. He ran away in fright when he heard the sound of the bagpipes. It is estimated that the Frenchman is no different from those Indian natives.
What Kamis didn't know was that he had already become someone else's prey. When he was only 500 meters away from the city wall, a French sniper set his sights on him. A little childish, but these snipers have killed countless people. In his eyes, on the battlefield, there are no children, only comrades and enemies.
Kamis has been playing the bagpipes hard, because he knows that the soldiers will have great courage when they hear his bagpipes. It was close, very close to the city wall defended by the French army, but there was still no movement from the French army. Are they really scared by us? Camis thought naively.
As if to confirm his idea, suddenly, without any warning, French artillery shells fell into their ranks, killing countless people. The French artillery is really powerful, Camis thought. But at this time, the shells and bullets of the French army had already hit them overwhelmingly, and almost instantly, the 14th Regiment suffered heavy casualties. Kamis was stunned for a moment, and only then did he realize the horror of the French army. Scottish soldiers are the bravest, Camis always thought so. So, he picked up the bagpipes without hesitation, and prepared to lash out at the soldiers who were being hit hard. But, he had no chance, he could no longer play his beloved bagpipes, and a dictionary hit him, directly on the head. At that time, Kamis only felt that he was pushed down by a strong force, and gradually felt that the color of the sky became lighter, and the world lost its original color.
At the same time, on the city wall of Tudela, a sniper was drawing a vertical line on the ground, muttering in his mouth: "The seventh." Then he quickly loaded the bullet and began to look for the next target.
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