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

Chapter 1421 Ice and Fire

Nicholas gripped the rifle tightly in his hand, his eyes full of madness and cruelty, which was the most primitive animality of human beings when facing life and death.

The comrades around him were also as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They had now abandoned their human identities and returned to their wild nature, vowing to tear apart anything in front of them that dared to stop them.

Relying on their bestiality, the Russians expanded from being a vassal of the Mongols to becoming the country with the largest territory in the world today. They relied on their bestiality to defeat too many enemies who were once stronger than them and achieved too many tragic but glorious records.

If it were the Ottoman army before, seeing the almost crazy Russian army at this time, they would most likely choose to turn around and flee or kneel down and surrender.

Even the most elite new troops may not be able to maintain their formation, their feet may tremble uncontrollably, and the most reckless warriors will be unable to avoid the beast tide.

However, the Redwood Army before them did not collapse. The British at that time had a kind of indifference and numbness unique to the industrial age. They just mechanically carried out the orders of their superiors.

Aim, shoot, reload, and aim again. Everything they did was efficient and mechanical. The British commanders even had the mood to punish soldiers who made mistakes.
The Russians began their final charge under the firepower of the Redwood Army, fifty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps.
Nicholas rushed forward. His comrades behind him fell one after another, but he seemed to be driven by some primitive force and moved forward madly.

The Russian army's close shooting had a miraculous effect, clearing a large area of ​​the red. But as soon as someone fell, someone else would immediately take his place. Neither side had any intention of retreating, and finally a brutal close combat began.

Nicholas stepped on the bodies of his comrades and stabbed a Redwood soldier with one shot. However, perhaps because he used too much force or the workmanship was poor, the buckle of the bayonet broke.

But Nicholas was already a veteran at this time, and he could deal with various emergencies skillfully. For example, at this moment, he simply reversed the barrel of the rifle and used it as a hammer to smash the enemy.

Nikolai stood among the corpses, waving his rifle wildly. Every swing took a life.

Nicholas is no longer a human being at this time, but a beast tamed by the battlefield, driven only by the instinct of survival and destruction.

His comrades around him were also infected by him and attacked the British line frantically, but the Redwood Army kept filling the gaps in the line as if they knew no fear.

At this moment, the battlefield was like surging magma encountering an age-old glacier. The two forces collided, exploded, and melted.
However, the aggressive Russian army failed to break through the thin red line after all. Alexander Plinsky looked at the Russian army that had lost its fighting spirit and was blindly sending itself to death on the battlefield. He pounded the wall hard, put down the telescope weakly and said.

"retreat."

This was what Alexander Plinsky least wanted to say, but he did underestimate the strength of the British. Fighting any further would not produce any results, at least not today.

It's just that the British commander, Baron Raglan, didn't want to give him this opportunity. Baron Raglan had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

He did not attack when the Russian army just showed signs of decline, and he still did not attack when the Russian army was already blinded. At this time, the Russian army finally began to retreat on all fronts, and Baron Raglan ordered the flank cavalry to pursue.

Although this approach is not conducive to expanding the results of the battle, it is the safest way. On the one hand, it can prevent the enemy from fighting desperately, and on the other hand, it can rule out the possibility that the other side is luring you into a trap.

This is what Baron Raglan needs, to win with the least possible loss of manpower.

After a brutal pursuit, the Russian army successfully lost one-third of its main force within one day.

In fact, according to the standards of other countries at that time, this legion had already lost its combat effectiveness.

However, Alexander Prinsky had no intention of switching from offense to defense. He called all his senior officers to the headquarters.

"Listen! The British and Ottomans are already at the end of their strength! We must drive all the Redwood Army back to the sea tomorrow!" The officers looked at each other, but no one dared to point out the problem. After all, Alexander Prinsky is now a favorite of His Majesty the Tsar.

Such big shots can do anything to maintain their authority and status, but some people just don't believe it.

Several officers who graduated from the Guards Officer Academy stood up. Most of them came to the battlefield to gain experience, but it was precisely because of this that they could not stand Alexander Plinsky's actions.

"General, you are talking nonsense! Our manpower, quality, firepower, and number of artillery are far inferior to those of the British. How can we win?"

"Listen to the cries of the soldiers outside. They are the bravest men in the Russian Empire. You can't let them die in vain!"

"We should hold our ground and wait for reinforcements from His Majesty the Tsar instead of going to die!"

The young officers became more and more excited, ready to rise up in rebellion. However, the other officers around them remained unmoved, and Alexander Prinsky was a little angry.

"You bunch of cowards! How dare you shake the morale of the army here! I think you are questioning the decision of His Majesty the Tsar!

Tomorrow, all of you will go to the front line! Let's see if you dare to give orders here again!"

Everyone could only sigh silently in their hearts. Going to the front line was no different from committing suicide. Even if they could survive, Prinsky, as the commander-in-chief, had plenty of ways to deal with them.

"You are abusing your power!"

"I have the final say here, little brat!"

There was chaos again, but most of the veteran officers were used to it.

At this time, they usually comfort themselves and their subordinates in this way: Russia is too big, and the superiors must have their own reasons for doing so.

We don't need to know the reason, we just need to obey the order and die.

The next day, there was another bloody battle.

After suffering extremely heavy casualties, the Russian army still failed to advance a single step.

The British were not feeling well either. In addition to the large number of soldiers who died in battle, many people suffered mental breakdowns. They wanted to escape from the battlefield and escape from this hell.

But the worst suffered were the Ottomans, who became complete cannon fodder.

The Ottomans not only served as cannon fodder on the battlefield to consume the Russians and their ammunition, but were also responsible for intelligence reconnaissance and transporting supplies to the British army.

The mountain roads are difficult to travel on, sometimes even mules and horses have trouble walking, but people can.

The Ottomans as reconnaissance troops were even worse off. Going behind enemy lines to spy on the Russian army's movements was a life-threatening mission, but they could not gain the trust of their allies.

Baron Raglan could not believe that such a crazy Russian army had no troops behind it. He felt that these Ottomans must have been bribed by the Russians.