MTL - The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven-v3 Chapter 24 Horse bandits must be suppressed

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Hungary.

A group of cavalry coming from the direction of Graz was particularly eye-catching. It was sharp-eyed that the mounts of these knights were not local grumpy mixed-breed horses, but a kind of docile and demure horses.

It's just that it can be easily recognized from the strong hind legs, strong back and waist, this is a kind of war horse.

Yes, the Holstein horse is considered one of the best war horse breeds of the nineteenth century, with both explosive power and endurance.

It's just that this thing is not resistant to rough feeding. If you want it to run, you need to feed it with black beans and rapeseed oil. The food and treatment are better than ordinary citizens.

Looking at the well-equipped troops behind him, Albrecht couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion.

"If only those weapons hadn't been invented!"

Three days later, a royal estate on the Great Plains of Hungary.

Yin Tamar is a retired cavalry colonel. To be honest, he never thought that a group of "serfs" could be so difficult to deal with.

Although he has served for twenty years, Yintamar has never participated in a battle. He thought it would be a pleasant thing to lead a group of young people with revolvers to fight a few serfs, but he soon discovered that You will have to pay the price for your wrong judgment.

Many people described this as a simple "hunting" before, and he still believed it deeply. It's just that who would have thought that he would lose more than a dozen people in one fight just now, which made him want to cry without tears, for fear that he would not be able to report to the higher authorities.

There used to be a hundred men under Intamar's men, all of whom were young men in high spirits, and each of them was equipped with two revolvers and a saber. The first two attacks were successful, but the third one was ineffective. "Wonder where those German settlers got their rifles," he thought to himself.

The results of the revolver and rifle shooting can be imagined. Fortunately, the level of both sides is very poor and did not cause a large number of casualties.

Yin Tamar brought two cavalry cannons this time, and he thought it would be more enjoyable to hunt down those headless flies running around.

The caliber of the cavalry guns is very small, but it is enough to deal with those simple wooden fences.

A few shells shattered the wooden fence, and when several young people were talking and laughing, and were about to continue shooting, suddenly a few figures appeared behind the fence, aiming their rifles at this place.

Yin Tamar couldn't help laughing at the scene in front of him. Let alone a group of serfs, it is impossible for a trained soldier to hit his own target 200 meters away.

However, his smile froze in the next second, and several bullets accurately hit the people near his cavalry cannon, and after penetrating through the body, a puff of blood mist emerged.

Seeing their companions fall, the other "horse bandits" immediately took out their revolvers and began to fight back. Everyone emptied the bullets in their guns.

Several "farmers" two hundred meters away changed bullets very calmly, and soon the second round of bullets came, and several "horse bandits" fell down.

At this time, Intamar suddenly realized.

"It's a rifled gun! Don't shoot them, fool! Get on your horse and run them down! Quick!"

This group of young Magyar nobles was still very courageous, and immediately climbed onto the horse, and rushed towards the wooden fence with their feet pinched in the belly of the horse.

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In a church not far away, Albrecht was observing the situation on the battlefield with a telescope.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Are they here to die?"

Just before the hot-blooded horse bandits were about to rush into the manor, a caravan blocked the door.

Obviously, war horses cannot cross the caravan, and it is impossible to rush over it. Now there are only two options before them, either turn around and go back, or dismount and fight.

If you choose the former, you will definitely become the target of those sharpshooters on the wall if you turn around, and there is no difference in the result of choosing the latter.

Just when they were in a dilemma, the light cavalry who had already ambushed on the flanks rushed out. But only Yin Tamar, who was sitting in the back, could see all of this, and he was terrified and cried out inwardly.

The chaos ahead continued, and it was difficult to distinguish Intamar's shouts from the gunfire on the battlefield.

When the horse bandits finally found out that they were being ambushed, the distance between the two sides was less than a hundred meters. This only takes a few seconds for a warhorse.

Since ancient times, the result of cavalry battles has always been that before the two sides contacted, one side could not withstand the pressure and collapsed directly, and then was chased and killed by the other side.

This time, the horse bandits played the latter role. As "hunters", they became the "prey" to be hunted down.

To make matters worse, most of the horse bandits have not received formal cavalry training, and most of them are just hot-blooded single-clothed nobles and young people.

When these former "hunters" discovered that the knights of Franz's dragoon regiment were charging towards them, their brains were still thinking about why lowly serfs would have cavalry.

In other words,,,..version. 】

The light cavalry of the dragoon regiment used long spears. Lancers, a unit that should have disappeared in history, can only be seen in Austria and Poland that has perished.

However, the reason why the Lancers were eliminated was not that their impact was not strong, or that the threat to the cavalry was weak.

In fact, Lancers are the unit with the strongest impact in this era. Under the leadership of a skilled commander, they can cause effective damage to both infantry formations and cavalry groups.

But this unit has a fatal flaw, that is, it takes a lot of time to receive complicated training. For example, the famous French cuirassiers have to pass the test of "passing five levels", the Scottish gray cavalry has seven trainings, and the Prussian skeleton cavalry is divided into nine.

However, the Polish Lancers had to go through 55 different kinds of training, 22 against cavalry, 18 against infantry, and 15 kinds of basic training alone.

At the same time, the Austrian Lancers also needed to undergo 37 kinds of training to become a qualified Lancer.

A qualified Polish lancer usually needs five years or even more training, and some of them cannot master these 55 skills in their entire lives.

In history, the Poles have a special liking for the route of elite soldiers, so the consequences are that the hussars were flat in Duzhenlu when they were brilliant, and they were the stepping stones for Europe when they were miserable.

The training of the Austrian Lancers usually takes three years, while the Prussian skeleton cavalry only needs one year, the Scottish gray cavalry can be ready for slaughter in six months, and the French cuirassiers in the Napoleon period even only need three months from enlistment to entry. ...

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But this suited Franz's dragoon regiment very well, because they had studied combat all their lives.

Closer to home, the horse bandits who had lost their mobility advantage and the opportunity to fight were pierced by the opponent's long spear before they could even struggle. But in a few tens of seconds, the battlefield that was still extremely noisy just now quieted down.

Due to the order of Grand Duke Albrecht "only kill the enemy and not pursue", the part of the cavalry retreated after completing the defensive task, and did not charge towards Intamar, which was 200 meters away.

"Let's run, Master Intamar." The old servant grew up with Intamar, and he has seen the world since he joined the army with his master.

Not only did he know the strength of the cavalry in front of him, but he also knew that those hiding behind the wall were not serfs, but "sharp shooters". If he didn't retreat, he might have to confess here.

(Note: The elite skirmishers at that time were called sharpshooters, and there was only one sharpshooter regiment in Austria, in Tyrol)

"Baraz, I can't move my legs, help me." Only then did the old servant realize that Master Intamar's trousers were wet.

Obviously, the killing just now left an overly shocking impression on him. In fact, he is not to blame. A person who has never really participated in a war has witnessed more than 60 fresh lives disappear without any waves. In the present, it is difficult to continue to be sane.

As soon as Baraz helped Intamar onto his horse, a bullet pierced his head. At the same time, several young men who tried to successfully take away the cavalry gun also suffered the same fate. Obviously, the sharpshooters behind the wall wanted to leave some spoils of war.

Seeing their companions being easily shot and killed like prey in front of them, the morale of the remaining horse bandits completely collapsed. They screamed and fled impatiently like antelopes that were frightened when they were chased by a lion. hunting grounds.

Seeing the enemies fleeing in embarrassment, the sharpshooters disguised as serfs in the royal manor raised their wine glasses one after another.

"Cheers! Friends! We're victorious!"

At this time, the German immigrants and Hungarian refugees who had been bullied before all wept with joy. These suffering people finally no longer have to worry about it. This is their time to vent their hearts, and the enemy can no longer hinder themselves.

At night, people piled the dead horse bandits and horses together, set them on logs and lit a bonfire. A bonfire party started like this. Albrecht did not approve of this behavior, but he would not be too harsh on his subordinates.

Albrecht divided the team into three groups that took turns to be responsible for the security work at night, and the rest were free to rest or revel if they wanted to, but they were not allowed to doze off when they were on duty.

But as the saying goes, there are policies at the top, and countermeasures at the bottom~www.novelbuddy.com~ As soon as Albrecht's order was announced, the people below started thinking about it.

The Grand Duke is very strict in governing the army, not to mention that it would be very rude to doze off in front of the royal family.

So they decided to draw a group of unlucky ones to be responsible for the night watch, and the rest of them would party all night.

Albrecht did not follow Franz's suggestion to gather the troops together, but divided them into six divisions to be responsible for the defense of the six manors.

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Of course Franz was afraid that something would happen to him, while Albrecht felt that it would be too inefficient to do so.

Judging from the battle reports from other regions and my own observations, there is no doubt that the so-called horse bandits who have troubled the Great Plains for a century are completely a group of mobs.

At this time, a few brave girls came towards him. Albrecht's first reaction was to call the guard, but when he found that the guard was staring at him intently, he had no choice but to kick his **** hard.

"idiot!"

"My lord, why don't you celebrate."

"It was just a tactical victory, not something to celebrate."

"My lord, you have been busy all night. Today may be nothing to you, but to us it is indeed more worthy of celebration than a festival. Drink some wine and relax!" said one of the sweet-looking and generous girls .

After thinking about it, Albrecht seemed to be right. He was often said to be unreasonable, and he decided to change it. He took the glass and drank it down.

"Ladies, you can leave now."