Struggle in Russia

If you think about it this way, the choice of the British and French is normal and correct, but things are not as simple as they expected.

First of all, the expected Russian counterattack did not happen from morning until noon. The hungry and prepared British and French forces waited lonely.

Then, just when they were ready to continue their attack and defeat the polar bear in one fell swoop, tragedy happened!

Just after advancing less than fifty meters, soldiers were wailing and screaming one after another due to sudden explosions. These poor children lost one, two or even three legs.

It makes anyone who hears it sad and anyone who sees it can cry. More importantly, no one knows how these poor people fell into the trap. I didn’t hear the Russians firing or even saw the Russians firing their guns, but people were injured out of nowhere. What’s going on?

"I'm in my thirties. Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

Forster, the commander of the British Lancashire Rifles, roared angrily at his company commanders, not because the troops suffered heavy casualties, but because they had just advanced less than a hundred meters and did not even see the shadow of the enemy. Nearly fifty people were inexplicably seriously injured, causing nearly 150 active personnel to leave the battlefield.

For the first time, he discovered that wounded soldiers, especially those who had been maimed and maimed, were so troublesome. At least two people were needed to carry them away. There were only five or six hundred people in his regiment (the regiments of the ancient British army were rather strange, In a sense, the number of people in a regiment is not particularly fixed. There may be more or less. The number of people in a regiment depends on how many soldiers you can recruit. The so-called commander of a certain county is more similar to the recruitment of soldiers in this county. The person in charge. In modern times, the regiments of the British Army were actually almost equivalent to battalion-level units.)

A silly company commander replied: "Captain, maybe the Russians used some kind of witchcraft?"

Okay, Forster really wants to beat this idiot to death. What stupid thing is he saying? If the Russians had such powerful witchcraft, why would they wait until now to use it? Wouldn’t it be better to curse them earlier or simply curse the Queen and Prime Minister to death?

"Is there any other answer?" Forster asked angrily.

The company commanders looked at each other for a while, because they were also confused. Because they had never seen such a strange thing exploding out of thin air, they naturally couldn't give an answer.

"Well, it looks like there's no other answer," Forster muttered with some annoyance, "So can you tell me how to solve this damn problem?"

Okay, this is even more troublesome than the previous problem. I can’t even figure out the cause, let alone its solution?

Once again, there was no answer, which made Forster even more annoyed. He glanced at his useless subordinates angrily, and said angrily: "Now we are ordered by the superiors to hint at capturing the Russian positions. You all should know the division commander's He is not particularly good-tempered, and if he is embarrassed in front of the French because of your incompetence, you should know what that means!"

Forster's subordinates hurriedly lowered their heads, not even daring to speak out. This made Forster even more angry. What he needed was not a group of stupid birds who couldn't do anything, but these damn stupid geese. It really pissed him off!

"Don't be stunned! Take action quickly, order the soldiers to move forward carefully, and look carefully at your feet to see if you can find out what the Russians have done!"

As he spoke, Forster shook his arm and slammed the door angrily. However, the moment the door closed, his poor goose subordinates in the room suddenly heard a loud noise from outside the door!

boom!

Accompanied by fierce screams, they immediately heard Adjutant Forster yelling anxiously: "Come here, the leader is injured! Come here! Damn it!"

The geese were stunned, and it took them a while to come to their senses. Then they swarmed out and saw a scene they would never forget. Their abominable and disgusted leader Forster was lying in a pool of blood. Among them, one leg has disappeared. The blood stains on the bloody broken leg and the white broken bones are really shocking!

After being stunned for a moment, they suddenly reacted, and then hurriedly rushed forward to rescue Forster...

Forster's experience was an exception among mid-level officers. On this afternoon, he was considered the most unlucky lieutenant colonel, but this was just the beginning. As the British and French forces continued to advance, more and more poor soldiers fell victim to landmines.

This directly led to great chaos within the British and French allied forces. The soldiers were trembling with fear every step they took, and more people began to hesitate to move forward. No one was willing to lose one or three legs.

This chaos lasted until the evening before it attracted the attention of the coalition's top brass. They had no idea why their soldiers had not even walked 500 meters after an afternoon.

"Panic? Unknown panic?"

To be honest, for the senior leaders of the coalition forces, the combination of panic and unknownness really confused them. Because it makes no sense at all? Since there is panic, there must be factors that lead to panic, but being unknown means that such factors do not exist. Isn't this contradictory?

"Are you sure it's not those lazy guys at the front who are just being lazy?"

"Sir, it shouldn't be the case. We have checked and found that a large number of soldiers were killed and injured. According to preliminary statistics, three hundred soldiers had their legs broken by the bombing this afternoon alone, and countless others were injured!"

"How was it injured? Was it a Russian mortar?"

"Sir, although the enemy's mortars are active frequently, according to our observation, the number of enemy mortars is not large, and they are quite powerful. If the casualties were caused by shelling, the casualties should be even more severe. But I don't know what happened this afternoon. The power of the explosion is not like a bombardment, but more like a small explosive..."

"Small explosives?"

It was difficult for the coalition commanders to understand what small explosives were, but the words of the military police captain dispelled some of their doubts, as long as the officers and soldiers on the front line were not deliberately sneaking around. As for the injuries of just a few hundred people, even if they were disabled, it was not a big problem in their eyes. Anyway, they have enough soldiers and can afford to be injured, okay?

Anyway, they didn't pay any attention to it. They just ordered the gendarmerie captain to continue to closely observe the dynamics on the front line, and then began to plan the next day's offensive. In their opinion, the reason why they did not complete their work this afternoon should be that the troops were not accustomed to capturing the Russian positions so easily. As long as the troops were given one night to adapt, they would be able to make the Russians unable to eat in a blink of an eye?