Defeated like a mountain!

When 20,000 rebels fleeing around, the soldiers on the Republican Army's positions made deafening cheers, and the officers were also happy, but they were more likely to perform their duties: arranging the rescue of wounded people, counting the number of casualties, reminding the excited soldiers to be prepared to defend against the enemy's attack next time, etc.

Looking at the rebels who were three times more vulnerable than themselves, the mountain generals who were full of joy had a little resentment. This was just a contempt for the rebels' combat capabilities. The poor insects in front of them who were scattered on the plains and scattered birds and beasts just to escape, regardless of their injured companions around them. Some even wanted to escape quickly and stay away from the threat of terrorist bombs, and even trampled on the already dying wounded person to death.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, Andrew stood on the artillery position for less than two hours. Seven or eight thousand people had lie down on the battlefield under the bonfire. Not many people fell to the ground and died, but more were wounded soldiers rolling in pools of blood. The weak and powerless moan was just the beginning of their call to the arrival of death.

As early as a few minutes after the overall defeat of the rebels, Andrew immediately ordered the halting of artillery bombardment. First, he was worried that continuous firing of artillery shells would seriously damage the artillery chamber and increase the risk of explosion (the artillery chambers of this era were mostly cast in bronze and pig iron, and Ravashi guaranteed no problem to fire 50 times, but Andrew was always worried); second, he wanted to end the excessive noise in his ears so that he could appreciate the current record.

Andrew was still standing alone on the hill, feeling the joy of the winner. Although this was just a unilateral massacre that had not yet been completely won, Andrew enjoyed extreme pleasure, as if he was born to like iron blood. After a light breeze, a few drops of blood from the battlefield floated to his mouth. He licked it and found that the blood was salty.

"This is the best sacrifice to Lord Satan!" Andrew said in his heart. A few footsteps rang behind him, and turned around. It was Major Famei and Captain St. Martin.

"Report to General, information is coming over there." Major Farmey said some vague words carefully, because he saw many gunners standing not far away busy.

"Oh, it's so fast!" Andrew looked at Famey, walked to a secluded corner knowingly, stopped by the bonfire, and signaled Famey to follow him to continue reporting.

"Three hours ago, with the cooperation of Toulon reinforcements led by Lieutenant Colonel Mura, Father Benier completely controlled the city of La Roche, and all the dead and hard-working elements who were loyal to Houston had been eliminated. So far, no news has been leaked. However," said Famey, who said here, paused for a moment, feeling a little nervous.

"But what?" Andrew frowned, hoping that there would be no matter that would affect the final victory.

"However, Lieutenant Colonel Murah and Lieutenant Colonel Seush did not obey the arrangements of Father Benier and insisted on going out of the city to seek war, and wanted to take the initiative to attack the rear of the rebels. They are on the road and I believe they will not be able to arrive at the battlefield in a long time." Famey continued: "Father Benier sent angels as a guide at the same time, and the entourage team went there."

"Oh, I know." Andrew just responded lightly, and did not continue to show an uneasy tone and expression. Andrew knew that Mura and Xiush, these two powerful generals, liked to charge forward the front most. Lieutenant Colonel Mura was the cavalry commander, but Lieutenant Colonel Xiush was the one who wanted to make military achievements to repay him.

I could teach them a lesson later. Thinking of this, Andrew did not get angry, but just asked, "Are you using a carrier pigeon or a nighthawk to transmit intelligence?"

"It's Nighthawk. Hey, General, how do you know?" Fameiyi was a little confused.

The nighthawk mentioned here is actually an European nighthawk, a medium-sized brown-gray nighthawk. Its main distribution range is that it breeds in Europe, northern Asia and northwestern Africa. It likes to fly in the air to chase moths and insects, has a fierce and aggressive personality, and is not afraid of any raptors. In this regard, carrier pigeons are incomparable. The use of the European Nighthawk as a communication tool was long before the conquest of Egypt by the Great Emperor Alexander, Europeans learned from local residents. The above information was learned by Zhao Kai in the popular science magazine.

Andrew chuckled and did not explain, but made a request, "Major, please tell me your apology to Father Benier and ask him to forgive the recklessness of the two old ances. In addition, Andrew also has a small request, hoping that the priest can help me build a Nighthawk intelligence team. How about it?"

"Haha, that's fine, General. The person in charge of the nighthawks was a black slave. He used to be a slave to Hustle. Father Benier saved his life." Famey showed greatness and Father De agreed immediately.

"Okay, now please Major Farmeri use our cute little birds to inform the two active lieutenant colonels, and let them inform them of the exact attack time and specific location in the letter, saying that General Andrew gave artillery support and cavalry and infantry attacks." Andrew issued an order, and at the same time announced that the general attack would begin.

After Famey finished saluting, he looked at Saint Martin, who had been silent, before turning around and leaving.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Andrew asked casually when he noticed St. Martin's strangeness.

"I would like to ask the general to allow me to see the use of artillery and shells just now!" Saint Martin replied immediately after hearing Andrew's question.

It turned out to be a thoughtful person. Andrew laughed loudly and took St. Martin to the artillery position readily and introduced it to himself.

"…The artillery has not changed much, the main innovation is concentrated on the shell body. It is filled with a large number of iron balls to increase lethality. What's more amazing is that this lead wire can control the detonation time, so that the power can be reflected to the maximum..."

"Well, general, the range and effect are indeed good, but the artillery itself lacks maneuverability. Of course, there is no problem if it is a position defense, but if it is a mobile warfare, it will be very unfavorable. The fighter jets are not allowed to be wasted during the transport of bulky artillery." Saint Martin listened carefully and looked carefully, and the question raised was the sports sneak attack tactics he used to gallop on the South American plateau in the future.

"Very good, well said! A 6-pound cannon with flexible maneuverability is sometimes comparable to a 24-pound cannon." Andrew encouraged a young man seven years younger than him and described his idea: "There are two ways to improve the artillery itself. One is to transform the light 4-pound cavalry cannon to 6 pounds, and both cavalry and infantry can be mixed; for infantry, it is even more necessary to develop mortars."

"Mortar?" Saint Martin asked quickly with his eyes wide open.

"Oh, it's similar to a mortar, but it doesn't have its bulky and super-large caliber. It is mainly used by infantry units to attack close-range enemies. Its characteristics are fast firing speed, light weight, and easy to carry. Hehe, don't look at me like this. Captain and Director Lavashi are just staying in the drawing stage. God knows when it will appear and be used in actual combat." Andrew explained with a smile.

"Oh!" St. Martin was obviously a little disappointed.

"But, my revolutionary comrade, maybe there is a new weapon that will soon be equipped with infantry and grenades!"

"Infantry? Grenade?" Saint Martin continued.

"Yes, the grenade used by infantry! The internal structure principle is the same as the flowering bullet you saw before, but it is too small. Well, the shape is big and the tail is short, just like this." As he said that, Andrew also drew it with both hands. What he described was the most commonly used portable weapons and equipment for infantry in the 20th century, and the handle throwing grenades.

Obviously General Andrew's topic attracted Saint Martin. After watching the general's gestures, he pondered for a moment and asked a question: "It is indeed very easy to manufacture, but it seems unrealistic. General. The grenade you mentioned is too small to fill more fire yao, and its practical effect is very limited."

"You think it's the power of fire, don't worry, when the chorionic acid is refined and stabilized, everything will be there." Fortunately, the general was facing St. Martin, and Andrew was rarely able to say untiringly, just like a priest giving.

In Andrew's heart, he developed a powerful pico-acid medicine with more confidence than a mortar, but the reason was a very accidental thing. After returning to his tent last night, Ravashi muttered to himself and was noticed by a priest who was helping in the ordnance. When the priest heard Ravashi talk about pico-acid, he immediately volunteered to run out, saying that he could create stable pico-acid within a few weeks.

After receiving the news, Ravasi immediately rushed over and grabbed Andrew, who was still having dinner after the military meeting and told the general: The priest who was involved in helping in the ordnance had worked as a technician and had been in the UK for a long time. While working in the home workshop, he saw someone using cotton rope to extract picric acid with a stable temperament. However, the man died in an accident and did not spread, and only the technician who was his apprentice still controlled it.

After hearing this great good news, Andrew left all the affairs in his hand and ran to the ordnance. He spent the whole hour carefully asking the priest who had worked as a technician. Combined with the pitiful chemistry knowledge he had retained, he finally confirmed that the priest did not lie to his God. Commander Andrew, who was extremely excited, ordered the priest to be rewarded with 10 gold coins, and claimed that if he could produce the picurious acid that could be used to safely fill shells and grenades within one month, the general would be rewarded with 1,000 gold coins.
Chapter completed!