18th century total war

Chapter 326 Wheel Consumption

"How many reserves do we have?"

Aristotle frowned and asked the adjutant beside him.

Aristotle's adjutant also had the rank of general, and his status was obviously higher than that of other generals.

"Report to the President.

In addition to the troops on the two wings, our army still has four reserve divisions that have not set foot on the battlefield.

However, the troops withdrawn by our army have not completely lost their combat effectiveness, and they can still fight on the front line when needed. "

"Four divisions, that is, about 4 people. These British guys use Indians to play a war of attrition with us. It's really simple and effective."

"Your Excellency, don't worry. The number of British Indian servants killed by our own people is more than ours. If they continue to fight like this, the first one who can't hold on will be the British."

"Even if we win, what if the British bring over [-] Indian servants next time?"

Aristotle asked a rhetorical question, leaving his adjutant speechless.

Out of the corner of Aristotle's eyes, he noticed the changes in the eyes of the Greek generals around him, and he smiled and comforted him: "The Indian subcontinent is not close to Europe, and there is still a long way to go before landing in Egypt. No matter how rich the London government is, it can't support it." several rounds.

And we have been fighting locally, with the support of the Greek people, the ultimate victor will be our Greek Republic! "

Contrary to the relaxed Aristotle, the Gulag's cheeks and back were soaked with sweat at this time. He witnessed the Indian servant army in the fourth line of battle, so massacred and they wore different colored cloth. The Indian allies in robes, and then witnessed these Indian allies again, leaving corpses everywhere in front of the battle line of the Greek Defense Forces like a copper wall!
At this moment, Gulag suddenly saw his immediate superior pull out his command knife, drop it fiercely forward, and shout in their native dialect: "All of you, kill those cowardly deserters! "

bang bang bang...

The first row of Indian Musketeers fired a salvo first, and then the Gulag was surrounded by the crowd and walked forward, changing from slow walking to brisk walking, and quickly upgraded to jogging!

Until you meet those panicked Indian routs!
At this time, Gulag found that the densely packed crowd suddenly dispersed, and everyone started a massacre of deserters under the order of the officer!

After the Indian deserters on the opposite side went through the steps of massacring the deserters - attacking the Greek Defense Forces battle line - being defeated by the Greek Defense Forces - and escaping to their positions, their physical strength was already approaching the limit, and almost all the Indian deserters were forced to abandon their weapons. , otherwise they wouldn’t be able to run at all!
With a puff, Gulag felt a stream of warm liquid splashed on his side, and instinctively turned his head to look.

I saw a fellow from his country stepping on the corpse of an Indian deserter, pulled out his spear, and smiled at the Gulag who was looking at him while pulling out: "Don't worry, these people are not from our same race. I couldn’t understand anything they said.”

At this time, Gulag really wanted to refute: He couldn't understand what the British instructor said!

But after thinking about it, Gulag didn't spit out the words in his mouth.

Before leaving, Gulag's eyes scanned the face of the dead body, and found that the other party was several years younger than himself!

"I can't be one of them. I must defeat the Greeks on the opposite side, otherwise I will be killed by friendly troops from other states just like them!"

Gulag quickly turned his head and glanced at the neatly arranged sixth battle column behind him, and couldn't help but tremble a few times in his heart.

Afterwards, Gulag looked ahead again, and there were murderous colleagues everywhere, as well as deserters who didn't know how to resist like lambs waiting to be slaughtered!

The amplifying fear made Gulag eager to find some way to vent and divert his attention. Obviously, killing was the best way to vent at this time.

Gulag raised his machete, rushed towards him at a sudden speed, grabbed the back of the deserter in front who was obviously weak and couldn't run as fast as he was walking fast, and with a light tug, he pulled the opponent away. fell to the ground.

Then, Gulag instinctively raised his broadsword with both hands.

After seeing this scene, the panting Indian deserter on the ground suddenly shouted: "Don't kill me, I come from the same state as you!"

After the familiar hometown, Gulag made a move, and the other party spoke the same language as himself!
The Indian deserter lying on the ground saw Gulag gradually put down the big knife he raised, and his face suddenly became ferocious. He pushed the Gulag who was caught off guard, sat down on the other side, and choked Gulag. neck.

The eyeballs of both eyes began to become bloodshot and reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"I'm dead, you don't even want to live!!!"

Gulag, who was strangled by the neck, instinctively let go of his big knife and grabbed the opponent's hands, but the feeling of suffocation caused the strength of Gulag's whole body to drain quickly, and Gulag felt that his consciousness began to become blurred...

'I don't want to die!
I don't want to die! !
I don't want to die! ! ! '

Gulag kept shouting in his heart, as if he was begging the gods to give him a chance to be reborn. At this time, Gulag's heart was already filled with endless remorse.

He shouldn't have put down the knife!
A puff of heat sprayed on Gulag's cheeks, and Gulag's blurred eyes became clear again, but there was an extra layer of bloody film.

The Indian deserter who sat on him and strangled his neck had a spear point piercing through his neck at this time, and blood was constantly spraying out from the mouth and the opening in his neck.

gurgle~
Gulag felt his neck loosen, and the Indian deserter fell sideways.

Only then did Gulag see clearly the face of his savior.

"Gulag, you owe me your life."

Gulag smiled, grabbed the right hand extended by the other party and stood up.

Soon, Gulag picked up his weapons and embarked on the journey again.

They were not running all the time. After all, there was a pause in killing people. After killing people, many Indian soldiers also needed to take a breather.

It's just that at this time, the Indian servant army has completely lost its overall battle line, and troops of [-] people are scattered on the battlefield like beans scattered.

At this time, the British officers on horseback were no longer in command. They all gathered near the two flanks and got together, ready to evacuate to a safe position anytime and anywhere.

The command power was all delegated to the grassroots Indian military officers, and it was the yelling of these Indian military officers that kept these red-eyed Indian soldiers from being completely confused.

Gulag followed behind his officer and rushed towards the opposite line of the Greek Defense Forces.

Although the battle line of the Greek Defense Forces on the opposite side looks terrible, with people blocking all the roads, but he is surrounded by friendly troops who are charging. At first glance, the momentum is huge, and it seems to be quite good.

The most important thing is that there are also densely packed warlords behind. Isn't it a death to escape at this time?
The deserters who were massacred before have proved that no matter whether they walk in front or behind, the result is the same, as long as they fail, they will be killed!
"kill!!!"

bang bang bang...

Gulag saw a white smoke suddenly appearing from the opposite side, and a large group of people fell down in front of him, and his vision in front of him suddenly became much wider.

However, because the ranks of the Indian servant army were too scattered, the casualties were actually not as large as the dense formation when they lined up for shooting.

The Gulag paused, and he, who was originally terrified, suddenly saw the body of a tragic Indian deserter next to him (actually it was not a deserter, but the Indian soldier in front of the battle line who was killed during the attack, but ancient Ragg mistook it for a deserter when he saw the costume).

After seeing the corpse, Gulag stepped forward again, and death forced him to move forward!
"kill!!!"

Puff puff……

Seeing the soldiers in front of him being pierced by dozens of bayonets instantly, Gulag couldn't help but tremble in his calves, but his inertial instinct still made him rush forward without slowing down. The soldier didn't take back the bayonet, but slashed at the opponent's head!

Theoretically, the best target for a mediocre broadsword is the enemy's fragile throat.

It's a pity that the reason why theory is theory is because it is too difficult to practice!

Gulag is not a veteran of many battles. This is the first time he has set foot on the battlefield. How many words can he remember from what the instructor said during training?
The head is big and round, it looks like a vital part, so it is naturally the first choice!
After all, when street gangsters fight, they also know how to say hello first...

The next moment, Gulag realized that he couldn't cut it down!
The human skull is quite hard!
However, the Greek soldier who was hit in the head basically lost his fighting power...

Not everyone can endure the pain and continue to fight under the condition of opening a hole in the head!
Those are not ordinary ruthless people...

After Gulag realized that he would not be able to pull out his knife for a while, he caught a glimpse of the surrounding Greek soldiers pulling away their bayonets from the corner of his eye. At the critical moment of life and death, Gulag's sharp body reaction saved his life.

Gulag let go of his hands, and shortly avoided the bayonets being handed over from the left and right sides. A donkey rolled and picked up a spear from the ground.

The British are very stingy about the firearms training of the Indian servants (the money spent in the live ammunition training is all money), but they attach great importance to the cold weapon training of the Indian servants.

It is estimated that it is to cope with today's scene. Compared with the installation of muskets, the cost of swords and spears is really not worth mentioning.

After all, the big knives and spears given by the British are all products on the assembly line, using the cheapest raw materials!

Cheap weapons and cheap Indian pariahs are the perfect cannon fodder in the eyes of the London government.

It can reduce the cost of war to the greatest extent.

The London government does not need to pay even a penny for the casualties of Indian untouchables!
No, the London government didn't even need to send the urns to their families. It was kind of merciful to send a notice.

In fact, many of these Indian untouchables were brought to the British military camp through intermediaries.

In the Far Eastern Empire, this group of people was called compradors.

The Indian untouchables are attracted by food and clothing, and they don't even have housing allowances!

It is such a low 'cost' that creates such a cruel and inhumane tactic.

After Gulag picked up the blood-stained spear, he stabbed at the belly of a Greek military uniform in front of him without raising his head!

The loose Indian servant army's charge line is not useless, at least there is no need to crowd people so that the Gulag has no room to display its "skills".

The Indian soldiers who rushed forward risklessly put the Greek Defense Force soldiers under great psychological pressure. It would be good to achieve [-]% combat effectiveness out of [-]%.

Pfft~ The familiar sound of a weapon entering flesh was heard. Gulag's heart tightened. He abandoned the spear in his hand again and rolled back in embarrassment, once again avoiding the fatal blade.

Only at this time did Gulag have the opportunity to look up. A noble white face in his eyes was kneeling on the ground clutching the spear in his stomach in pain, vomiting blood while calling for help, and the Greek next to him The Wehrmacht soldiers didn't have the energy to talk to him at all.

Gulag lowered his head to look for new weapons, and found his familiar broadswords and spears everywhere on the ground!

On the contrary, Greek soldiers used very few muskets.

This is naturally because after every battle, Greek soldiers would subconsciously collect their muskets and hand them to the rear.

Or simply be taken away by the Greek soldiers who switched defenses.

For Aristotle, muskets were also a strategic commodity in short supply.

Like cold weapons, firearms have a service life, not to mention that soldiers make mistakes because of their strong emotional fluctuations on the battlefield.

Many muskets cannot be artificially damaged by normal use of their service life.

For example, the common problems of bombing and clogging.

Because of this, after every battle, an unknown number of muskets will be scrapped. If the battle is fierce, the captured muskets may not be enough to make up for the number of destroyed muskets.

As for broadswords and spears, the Greeks really had no shortage of them. Even the blacksmith in the most remote village could make such cheap broadswords and spears.

Even the technical content of this thing is lower than the better kitchen knives in the city.

The rough spearhead, the blade that is full of gaps after a few collisions, all of them show how pathetic the opponent's cost is...

Scattered on the ground, the broadswords and spears used most by the Indian servants, in the eyes of the Greeks, even the militia would feel disgusted.

Naturally, the Hellenic Defense Forces will not waste precious battlefield time collecting them.

This allows Gulag to grab a broadsword or spear with just a simple pull, and then charge up again.

However, when Gulag rushed to kill for the third time, his luck finally ran out.

There was a close-range gunshot, and Gulag shuddered. He didn't even see where the bullet came from!
Because of the battle line of the Greek Defense Forces, except for the first and second rows, the soldiers behind were all raising their guns and shooting.

Sometimes a platoon or two of Greek soldiers who were not facing the enemy raised their guns and fired.

After all, pulling the trigger to kill people is much less time-consuming and labor-intensive than using a bayonet.

(End of this chapter)