I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 751: Assessment at the Paris Police Academy
Alois suddenly shouted, "Do you remember? The instructors in Paris said that the training we received was enough to deal with a real army."

Bourget listened to the increasingly clear sound of Austrian drums and nodded: "Yes, even if it is the Austrian army, we may not lose!"

"Don't be afraid, just beat them up as gang members!"

"Yes, it's just a gang with more people."

The police in Wallonia said so, but from their white hands gripping the guns, it was clear that they actually had no confidence.

Bourget suddenly remembered something, and looking at the Austrian soldiers vaguely visible in the distance, he said, "The commander said that after this battle, we will pay you three times the salary."

The high bonus immediately diluted everyone's nervousness, and some people even showed an expectant look.

The coal and iron mines in Wallonia have brought a lot of wealth here. Coupled with the Rhine River trade, the Wallonia Chamber of Commerce is extremely rich. It would not even blink an eye when paying the police a few months more salary.

Soon, the rhythmic sound of military drums was heard in front of the Walloon police line.

Bourget checked that his Charleville 1776 flintlock was loaded, and then he heard the superintendent of his own police station yell, "Ready—"

He silently said "God bless you" and raised his flintlock.

The Austrian skirmishers kept a distance of three or four steps and attacked very easily.

They knew very well that the police could only bully thieves, robbers and the like, but would be absolutely vulnerable when facing a real army.

They will only need two or three rounds of volleys soon, and the seemingly neat queue in front will be dispersed.

The next step was to chase them a few hundred yards and then accept their surrender or shoot them.

"aim--"

When the Austrians were more than 80 steps away, the police superintendents in charge of various sections of the line array became so nervous that they could not hold back.

"shooting--"

As thick smoke filled the police ranks, dense lead bullets rained down on the Austrian soldiers.

The Austrian skirmishers laughed in their hearts.

As expected, they were just a group of policemen who had never fought a war. At such a long distance, the flintlock rifle had almost no killing power.

The Austrian officers were also very experienced and immediately ordered the drummers to speed up the rhythm and increase the speed of the soldiers' advance.

Those policemen wasted their precious first round of ammunition, and before they finished reloading, our side was able to cause heavy casualties on them with close range fire!

Almost in the blink of an eye, thousands of Austrian skirmishers rushed to more than 50 steps in front of the police line. The drumbeat suddenly stopped, and the officer raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Ready. Aim--"

What they didn't expect was that shouts of "Aim" were also heard from the police line on the opposite side.

The Austrian officers couldn't help but be a little surprised. Logically speaking, they had only advanced about 30 steps, and the police on the opposite side should not be able to complete the reloading.

Bluff? Or is it that the police commander has lost his mind and is issuing random orders?

"shooting--"

The Austrian officers waved and shouted.

"shooting--"

Almost at the same time, the Walloon police issued the same order.

Two beams of fire that stretched for thousands of meters burst out, and muffled groans and screams were heard from both the Austrian army and the police.

The Austrian officers looked at the soldiers beside them who were shot and fell over in surprise, and they all had the same thought in their minds - how could those policemen reload so quickly? !

Yes, although the Wallonia police can only receive one month of training at the Paris Police Academy every year, but, that is the Paris Police Academy!

Even though their assessment standards are much lower than those of regular police academy students, they are still comparable to those of the Austrian regular army.

They are even stronger than many poorly trained Austrian soldiers.

The Walloon police superintendents suddenly recalled the scenes of actual combat training in Paris.

At that time, they were still complaining about why they, as police officers, had to practice line formations, dense bayonet formations, and even battles with artillery. If it weren't for the training allowance, they might not have been able to complete the series of complex assessments.

It was not until this moment that they realized how meaningful the training they had received before was.

Almost as if by reflex, the police officers in the command line shouted, "Reload! Don't just stand there, reload now!"

Bourget smelled blood and his hands were shaking.

But he felt like he was back to his first practical assessment, with the instructor behind him constantly yelling at him, "You're about to be eliminated, hurry up."

The speed of his hands suddenly increased a bit.

Just like during that assessment.

With his strong will, he successfully obtained the allowance for passing the assessment.

After the bullet was firmed, he inserted the cleaning rod back under the barrel, poured the firing powder into the gunpowder chamber, and pulled the flint clip.

The police chief's voice rang in my ears, "Get ready—"

He raised his flintlock, but was surprised to find that the Austrian opposite seemed to be still loading gunpowder.

At that moment, a strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind, "I'm afraid they will fail the assessment."

"Aim. Shoot—"

Dense flames first erupted from the Walloon police's line formation.

Dozens of Austrian soldiers had just raised their guns when they were knocked to the ground by the oncoming lead bullets.

When the others heard their comrades' screams, fear appeared in their eyes.

Are those really a group of police officers on the other side?

This training level is a bit too high!

Under the repeated urging of the Austrian officers, the Austrian soldiers hurriedly raised their guns and fired back.

However, their numbers were originally smaller than the police, and they were in a skirmish formation, with a firepower density far less than that of a linear formation, so their counterattack only killed a dozen policemen.

"Reload! Quick!"

"Hurry up and reload!"

Following the shouts of the commanders from both sides, another round of reloading competition began.

But the Austrians were already a step slower, and with no difference in training level, they would only be one step slower at a time.

The smoke around was blown away by the breeze. Bourget looked up while he was pounding the gunpowder. He saw that the casualties of the Austrians on the opposite side were obviously heavier than his side, and their loading speed was also slower.

A sense of confidence suddenly surged in his heart.

It seemed that the instructor at the police academy did not lie to him.

"Aim. Shoot—"

The police line's volleys again took the lead without surprise.

The Austrian side was filled with blood mist. This time the police seemed to have better aim than last time. A dozen more Austrian soldiers fell.

Yes, the situation on the battlefield has made many policemen, like Bourget, find confidence and perform more stably.

After the police fired the fifth volley, some Austrians finally couldn't bear it anymore and retreated in panic.

Soon, the sporadic escapes turned into a complete rout.

The Busek Corps left behind nearly 200 corpses and ran two kilometers away until it met Count Radetzky's main force, where it stopped.

(End of this chapter)