The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 864 Giovanni

In fact, the officers and soldiers of the Royal Dragoons had been holding their breath for a long time. They could only dismount and fight on foot in such streets, and it was enough to hold their breath.

In order to reduce casualties, Franz even asked the regular troops to hide behind the barricades. This was understandable in his opinion. After all, in the eyes of future generations, it was not only not embarrassing but also quite satisfying to allow the opponent to take the initiative to kill people.

But the soldiers at the time didn't think so, at least those who had been indoctrinated with some so-called ideas of honor since childhood. They just felt that it was too embarrassing to be suppressed by the militia.

At this moment, they were already impatient with waiting.

"Show the Italians our courage!"

Colonel Monta rolled up his sleeves and pulled out his saber, and then Franz pushed him back to his seat.

"How can any commander lead the charge?"

"Your Highness! The competition now is about which side has the highest morale. As long as we overwhelm them, even if I die, the other side will definitely lose!

And aren’t you still here? "

Colonel Monta tried to explain the rationality of his behavior, which made Franz helpless.

"How dare I promote you if you do this?"

"You want to promote me?" Colonel Monta asked in surprise.

"That's not the point, okay! I'm telling you not to die!" Franz was no longer able to complain about the other person's brain circuit.

"Oh"

On the other hand, on the battlefield, hand-to-hand combat was more disadvantageous than rifle fire. The most important thing was that the Venetian uprising and rebels had not only been suppressed by the firepower of the Austrian army, but their morale was already on the verge of collapse.

What's even more terrible is that although they were shooting at the Austrian troops hiding behind the barricades, they couldn't be cowed in terms of momentum, so most of them had just fired one round at this time.

In this era, a rifle would take more than [-] seconds even for a skilled shooter, let alone these militiamen and miscellaneous fish.

Therefore, the rifles in their hands are not even as good as fire sticks. Coupled with the gap in training and physical fitness between the two sides, the only result of such a hand-to-hand battle is to be unilaterally massacred.

99% of the rebels have not received formal bayonet and fighting training, and the training level of Fabio's rebels as Fernando Lizzie's troops will naturally not be much higher.

What's more important is that the two sides came into contact before most people had time to put on their bayonets. The sound of bayonets entering flesh was the screams of the rebel soldiers, and the morale of the rebel army collapsed almost instantly.

All that was left was to chase the ducks, with the rebels running in front and the Austrians chasing behind.But there is also something puzzling, that is, no one surrendered.

This is not to blame. After all, the battlefield is so chaotic. If someone runs, everyone will run with them. Besides, the Austrian army does not have the habit of not killing people when they shout to surrender their guns.

In fact, even if you shout, you may not be able to understand, and even if you do, you may not believe it. After all, Daniele Manin and the group of Jesuits under Pius IX have described the Austrians as apostles of the devil.

A quick victory was completely within Franz's expectation. After all, if he couldn't win quickly and continued to spend so much time, supplies would be a problem.

The lever-action rifle's bullet consumption far exceeded Colonel Monta's expectations. Although other items such as rockets and grenades were easy to use, their consumption was also staggering.

Even if each person rides with two cavalry, the ammunition load that is ten times that of a traditional private soldier cannot withstand such consumption.

Before the mid-60th century, a private soldier in Europe usually carried 80-100 rounds of ammunition, but there were slight differences between countries. The French soldiers usually carried the most ammunition, which usually carried 10 rounds of projectiles, while the Russian soldiers, who had the least, usually only had 15-[-] rounds. .

The amount of ammunition prepared by the Austrian Empire varied greatly due to the different styles of each military region. However, according to the Austrian Drill Manual of 1821, a standard private soldier should carry 30 rounds of single-point bullets and 15 rounds of shotshells.

That's right!Austrian soldiers carry shotguns because they do not require much training to hit the target.In fact, before the Austro-Prussian War, including the American Civil War, a soldier could usually fire 10 to 20 bullets in a large battle, which was pretty good.

Even the 15 rounds of Russian ammunition are theoretically barely enough.The standard ammunition quantity in the Austrian Empire's drill manual is more than enough.

But that was only for traditional troops. The shooting frequency and speed of Franz's troops were much higher than those of traditional troops, so he had the confidence to go straight to Huanglong.

However, the corresponding consumption of bullets is also very alarming. Even a veteran can easily fire a hundred rounds of bullets an hour in battle without firing randomly.

It's no wonder that when Franz proposed that a new high-rate weapon could change the situation, officials in the War Department shook their heads.

In fact, a high rate of fire means greater consumption, more supplies, and more money to spend.

In fact, this problem had been exposed before in Galicia, but fortunately, the baggage troops were nearby, and the battle ended quickly without any major problems.

This time, the bullets carried by each soldier alone weighed eight kilograms. If they were infantry instead of cavalry, the march would have been extremely tiring.

Although the logistics support force of this army was all drafted by horses, the previous march was too fast and the draft horses dragging supplies were not war horses after all.

As a result, the two sides are somewhat out of touch. Theoretically, the supply troops will arrive within an hour, but what if something happens again on the way?

Franz didn't want to gamble, so the battle in Venice had to end as soon as possible, but someone still wanted to cause an accident.

A burst of indiscriminate bombardment before the charge just happened to be close to Daniele Manin and Fabio, which directly caused the rebels' command system to collapse.

In fact, even if they didn't collapse, they couldn't do much, but General Fabio didn't think so. He stopped the student soldier leader who was about to run away in advance.

"Why are you running! They have already come out of the turtle shell! Now is a good opportunity for us to counterattack! Stop them all! Drive those trash back!
In close combat, we have an advantage in numbers!

Giovanni!If you win this battle, you can do whatever you want!I promise you that!You will become the hero of Venice!No one dares to look down on you anymore!You can do anything and deal with anyone you want! "

"you promise?"

"I promise!"

The young man took a deep breath.

"shot!"

The students around him were very surprised, and even the captain of the military governor under Fabio was a little stunned.

But with a burst of hearty laughter, General Fabio said: "You are indeed a genius! I really have you! What are you still doing? Shoot! Kill these cowards who don't listen to orders!"

Only then did the student soldiers and the soldiers from the war team react. They had not fired before because they were intimidated by the size and momentum of the deserters.

At this time, if the highest officer comes forward, and the most important thing is to have orders from others, they may feel better.

Then gunfire rang out and the crowd was finally stopped.

"Those who retreat will die! Rush back! Capture Franz and get whatever you want when you break into Vienna! Rush!"

After Giovanni finished speaking, other student soldiers and members of the supervising team also shouted.

The decline was abruptly stopped. It has to be said that the Venetians have created a miracle at this time, but will this miracle really continue?

(End of this chapter)