War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

The shells broke the tranquility of the morning with a special whistle.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Ottomans are here!"

The old lieutenant roared at the top of his lungs, but his voice was soon overwhelmed by the explosion of the shells. The flowering bullet landed accurately on the outer post, and the entire basin (the mound) was shaking.

The soldiers woke up from their dreams. Some ran to the barracks to wake everyone up, while others were hiding in the corner, trembling, screaming in surprise, and screaming, and some were shouting and shooting at the enemy thousands of meters away.

Gravel and wood chips flew around, and from time to time, Russian soldiers were knocked down by splashed stones and shrapnel. The companions quickly dragged them behind the mound at the right time.

Russian commander Alexander Prinsky woke up in a bunker and he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

“Tell the soldiers to take up their weapons, to liberate our compatriots who were enslaved and oppressed by the Ottomans, and for our faith, we will fight the Ottomans to the end!

Kill our horses! Everyone will eat meat tonight! ”

The adjutant asked hesitantly.

"Commander, why do you want to kill? If, I mean, how can you leave if the war is unfavorable?"

“Hodensky, the ice and snow have not melted yet, and it will take two months for His Majesty to come as fast as possible. No one will come to save us.

Be happy, we will become martyrs. ”

After saying that, Alexander Prinsky put on his sailboat hat. Prinsky wanted to see what the situation was, but he didn't plan to kill him, even if he died, he would die heroically.

The Ottoman artillery fire was very sharp, and the temporary castle (the mound) was indeed useless. All of this was long before Prinsky expected.

However, the bombardment had not stopped and the Ottoman infantry began to attack, which was unexpected. After all, in his impression, the Ottoman artillery was always very accurate.

Sure enough, a Ottoman's own shell landed in the queue of the Ottoman infantry in front, and there was only a "boom" sound and bloody sound.

This kind of accidental injury to one's own people has an immeasurable loss to one's morale. After witnessing the tragic death of their comrades, the infantrymen became hesitant. They did not want to die under the guns of their own people.

The commander in front immediately noticed the change, and the whip in his hand danced, and the whip fell on the soldiers like raindrops to recall what kind of punishment they would face when they retreated.

Driven by fear instinct, the soldiers of the Ottoman Empire moved forward with their heads down, praying not to be hit by shells.

However, Russian commander Prinsky did not intend to let the Ottomans go, so he immediately ordered the artillery to open fire.

However, the primary target is the enemy's artillery. After all, theoretically, as long as the enemy's artillery is destroyed, the firepower advantage of one side will be infinite.

Prinsky knew very well that the quality of Russian artillery was indeed stronger than that of Ottoman artillery, but the strength was limited.

Moreover, it is not easy to hit a distance target, and most of the shells will fall on the Ottoman infantry, and he has long been mentally prepared for this.

However, in a round of volleys of Russian artillery, no artillery shell could hit the Ottoman artillery, and the bounce point was even hundreds of meters away from the enemy artillery.

This made Prinsky curse.

"What are the idiots in artillery? They are taking our double salary. Are they going to laugh at the Ottomans!"

There was silence in the command room, and an officer said at this time.

"This is not normal, sir."

Hodensky said.

"Then go and see what's going on!"

Prinsky roared.

"As for orders, sir."

Hodensky called two orderly soldiers to leave the command room hurriedly.

Although the Russian artillery attack did not cause any damage to the Ottoman artillery, it was inevitable that casualties would be killed or injured in the Ottoman infantry squad.

Compared with other powerful powers that have loaded a large number of flowering bullets, the Russian army is still using ancient solid bullets.

Although the killing efficiency of the solid bomb is not as stable as that of the flower bomb, it does not mean that it has insufficient lethality.

The solid iron ball easily tore open the human body, smashed on the frozen wasteland and ejected again, leaving only a bloody passage.

The iron balls that hit the frozen wasteland did not seem to be very fast, and some people even wanted to stop the ball with their feet...

However, the result was that the iron ball easily penetrated the defense line of the foot, leaving only one soldier behind the knee that was torn below and howled no matter how human voices were.

"Pick up your weapons and get ready for battle!"

The front line of the Russian army was still in chaos, and a large number of soldiers hurriedly entered the position. Although the war had begun three or four months ago, the trenches of the Russian army's positions were still very bad.

With the shoddy prism on the side and the chest walls built with logs and stones, the entire position is like a painting of Picasso and the structure is distorted.

The damage caused by the Ottoman army's shelling seemed to be plastic surgery.

"Who is my pipe?"

The old lieutenant shouted at the top of his lungs, like a woman whose child was missing.

"Lieutenant, here with me. I haven't had time to smoke!"

"Save it a little bit! Puppy! I've finished slapping, I'll never finish it with you!"

Hearing the old lieutenant's scolding, the soldiers laughed, as if they had briefly forgotten the Ottoman army that was surging.

The Ottomans broke the joyful atmosphere with the rumbling of artillery. The Russians were obviously not used to the power of shrapnel, and people were often hit by shrapnel and fell to the ground.

"Idiot! Get down!"

The old lieutenant shouted. He had participated in the anti-French war and had seen all kinds of cruel war weapons. Even so, he had to admit that the power of the Ottoman artillery was almost catching up with the French this time.

The target of the Ottoman artillery was not them, but the Russian artillery in the rear. At least the first goal of the Ottoman Armstrong artillery was to counter the enemy artillery.

The artillery position was directly hit, which was an unprecedented blow for the Russian artillery. Previously, they had unilaterally beaten the Ottoman artillery in terms of firepower.

Even if there were occasional casualties, it was based on the premise that both sides were close to each other.

Especially in the previous test firing, the Russian artillery had raised the shooting angle and loaded as much gunpowder as possible, but the impact point was still hundreds of meters away from the opponent's artillery position.

So the Russian artillery took it for granted that this was just another battle like usual, and they just had to load and fire in an orderly manner.

At first, the Russians thought it was a matter of wind direction and luck, but soon the second round of artillery fire arrived. Although it did not hit the artillery position this time, they discovered a more terrible problem.

The Ottoman artillery was far superior to theirs. In fact, the army adviser sent by the British was an artillery expert, and he knew very well where the Russians' limits were.

In order to maximize the power of the Armstrong gun, the Ottoman artillery was deployed in such a forward position, rather than at the maximum safe distance.