Not long after the sun rose the next day, the Austrian army appeared in the distance on the plain where the morning mist had just dissipated. The first thing that appeared in the eyes of Lieutenant Colonel Neville was one after another of military flags, and then entire rows of soldiers. These soldiers lined up neatly, one after another appeared in Neville's field of vision, and new queues continued to appear behind them as if it would never end until the end of the world.

Neville put down the binoculars, feeling a little dry and bitter in his mouth. He fumbled in his pocket, where there was a pill that would help him summon up courage. He wanted to take it out and swallow it, but he turned around and looked at Robson who was watching the battle, and saw that he was crossing his arms on his chest, looking at the Austrian army formation in the distance nonchalantly, as if something Feeling nothing. So he took his hand away from the pocket again—it was still early, not the time to use it.

King Emmanuel II rode a white horse and ran back and forth in front of his army. He shouted to cheer up the army, and the soldiers responded with wild cheers. King Emmanuel II had never seen such high morale in his army. He felt as if the invincible legions of ancient Rome were attached to his soldiers.

"Even the troops under Caesar's command would not have a higher morale than this?" King Emmanuel II thought, if not relying on the "Dali Pill", his troops would have such morale, Then Rome's heavy light may not be a lie.

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"The moral of the Sardinians on the opposite side seems to be very good!" Putting down the binoculars, General Giule, the commander of the Austrian army, said to his adjutant, "This battle may not be easy!"

"General, the morale of the Italians is like soap bubbles. It blows so loudly that it looks colorful, but you only need to touch it lightly, and it will disappear with a snap." The adjutant replied disapprovingly.

"Well, I hope so." General Giule nodded, "But at any time, don't underestimate the enemy. Be prepared to fight a difficult battle-let the soldiers rest for a while, and then we will start Attack from the left and right wings!"

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"Sire, the enemy ranks are moving like us," said an officer to King Emmanuel II.

"I see, get the artillery ready," King Emmanuel II ordered.

More than 20 Napoleon guns have already entered the gun positions, the cannon coats have been taken off, and the black muzzles are pointing obliquely at the sky. The observation post constantly reported the distance of the Austrian army yesterday, they had already marked the plain and conducted test firing to ensure the efficiency of the artillery attack. That's one of the advantages of being at home.

"Get ready..." the commander looked at the approaching Austrian army and shouted in a drawn-out voice.

"Ready..." The artillerymen have loaded the ammunition, aimed at the target, and are ready to launch.

"Fire!" The order was finally shouted from the officer's mouth. So a soldier stretched a red-hot iron hammer towards the fire door. With a "boom", a puff of white smoke sprayed out from the muzzle, and the entire cannon receded towards the rear.

Several soldiers rushed to reset the cannon before they could see the result of the shooting. Someone began to clear the cannon, and someone else was preparing to fill the medicine package wrapped in silk.

Lieutenant Colonel Kohler, the artillery commander standing on a slightly higher earthen platform at the back, who can see the effect of the shelling most clearly, saw dozens of small black spots flying up like a group of black dots. Flies, from his point of view, these little black dots flew very fast at first, but soon their speed became very slow, especially when they rose to the highest point, it looked like They stopped in mid-air, and then, these small black spots sank suddenly, and fell into the formation of the Austrian army.

"Good fight! Hit!" Lieutenant Colonel Kohler clenched his fists.

The first round of shells fired by the Sardinians hit the Austrians quite accurately. A round of shells landed on the ground, then bounced up, and slammed into the Austrian army formation, opening several bloody alleys unceremoniously. Those soldiers who were hit by shells in the head and chest were immediately beaten to pieces. Although they died miserably, they died all at once. And some soldiers were shot in the leg, and the whole leg flew to nowhere. He fell headfirst to the ground, hugged his broken leg, and wailed loudly with a strange sound that seemed to be beyond the reach of human beings. And countless soldiers who were lucky enough not to be bombarded walked around him, or directly stepped over him, and continued to move forward.

At this time, the Austrians' cannons also rang, but because their artillery had not conducted range measurement and test firing before, the shooting accuracy was still far inferior to that of the Sardinians. However, since the Austrians had more cannons, they managed to say that a lot of shells entered the Sardinian queue.

"It seems that the morale of the Sardinians is still really high." General Giule said while holding up the binoculars to observe, "So many shells have shot into their array, and the array can still be maintained so well. It seems that the Sardinians have worked hard. I am sure that these guys in front of us are the most elite troops in Sardinia. Get rid of them, and we will win this war!"

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"It would be nice if these troops were also equipped with MacDonald 1857. Now we can shoot a salvo at the enemy." Standing on the high ground behind, watching the Austrian troops gradually approaching from the two wings, Emarue King Er II thought, and he looked at the "cannon fodder" soldiers standing upright holding old-fashioned front-loading rifles. He knew that the number of artillery in his hand was far inferior to that of his opponents. They are not very accurate, but let them play a few more rounds, and their accuracy will become higher. The soldiers relied on the "Dali Pill" to boost their morale, but the "Dali Pill" did not make them completely irrational. Standing and being bombarded like this will damage morale. So he ordered to the herald beside him: "Let our two wings meet up." The two cavaliers immediately led the order to leave the high ground and galloped towards the two wings.

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"Hey, brothers, let's move forward! Go and tell those Austrian barbarians the result of daring to fight against Rome!" A captain shouted. The formation of Sardinians began to move forward neatly, towards the formation of the Austrians pressing over.

Clyde is a private who has just enlisted in the army. Before the battle started, he was so nervous that he could hardly move. Fortunately, at this time, the higher-ups gave him a pill, which they said could relieve tension, refresh the mind, and replenish physical strength. Strange to say, after Clyde took that small pill, he really didn't feel nervous, and his fear seemed to be swept away by that magical pill, a brand new power that didn't seem to belong to him originally, It quickly filled his body, and he couldn't help trembling all over, wishing he could rush up immediately and beat up those guys on the opposite side. He even had to suppress himself so as not to pick up the butt of the gun and put the guy in front of him so that he could stand in front.

At this time, a shell roared into their queue, and a bloody arm flew over and hung on the brass button on his shoulder. Under normal circumstances, Clyde might have screamed like a woman and then passed out as a lady should do. But now, Clyde, with strength surging in every vein, withdrew the amputated arm without hesitation and threw it on the ground without looking sideways.

At this time, the order to advance finally came. Clyde followed the drumbeat intently, striding forward. At this time, the soldier in front of him suddenly fell. Without thinking about it, Clyde followed the regulations and quickly rushed up, walking to the original position of the fallen comrade.

Now, Clyde was already standing in the front row, and his vision suddenly widened. The long line of Austrians is not far away, only fifty meters away. They had stood still, aiming their guns at them. Normally, such a scene would have scared Clyde to turn around and run away, but now, he was strangely not nervous at all, and even had this thought: "These cowards, at such a long distance! How can you shoot accurately?"

"Our soldiers don't have much training, so of course marksmanship. They are no match for the Austrians in medium and long-distance shooting. However, after taking the "Dali Pill", their courage is almost as good as it was back then The British Iron Duke's elite troops. So, Your Majesty, I suggest simply adopting the tactics of the 'Iron Duke', not firing a single shot until the enemy is within twenty meters, and then using a rapid volley followed by a bayonet Charge and crush the enemy." This was an opinion put forward by King Emmanuel II's staff before the war on how to train and use cannon fodder, and this opinion was adopted. Therefore, Clyde and the others did not stop, they continued to move toward the guns of the Austrians.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise on the opposite side, and puffs of white smoke emerged from the muzzles of the Austrians, and the army formation on the opposite side was immediately submerged in this fog.

"Crack!" The soldier on Clyde's left fell without a word, and Clyde's cap flew to nowhere. He felt as if a stream of heat flowed down from his head, sticking to it. Wet his eyebrows, then blurred his eyes.

"Damn it!" He wiped it with his sleeve indiscriminately, and the sleeve was immediately stained with blood—a lead bullet flew past his scalp and cut a hole there.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the smoke cleared a little, and Clyde saw those Austrians loading their bullets in a panic. The Austrians originally used three rounds of shooting. Although the firepower of each round was not large, the firepower output was indeed continuous. However, these Sardinians kept silent and got closer without firing a single shot. However, their firing speed began to slow down, and their salvos became scattered. Many people were even too nervous to complete the reloading action.

"Bang!" The Austrians fired again, but this time it wasn't even a volley.

"Austrian bastards are going to cry and go home to find their mother? They just want to hold her mother's breast like a baby?" Clyde was hit this time, he continued to move, and he didn't know why. A series of things unsuitable for children popped up uncontrollably in his head. (One of the side effects of the virus: is heightened sex desires)

"Stand still! Raise your gun! Aim!" The long-awaited voice finally rang in Clyde's ears.