Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 68 Beat Them Up

"Watch out! It's a grenade!" someone shouted from horseback.

But the cavalrymen quickly realized something was wrong! They couldn't possibly throw grenades from this distance. Had the enemy gone mad?!

Were these country bumpkins so terrified of the charge that they didn't know what to do?!
The answer was revealed the next second.

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
As the sound of shattering glass rang out, walls of fire erupted within a radius of nearly a hundred meters, and the flying sparks ignited the surrounding debris.

hiss! ! ! !

The cavalryman's warhorse neighed uneasily. Although it was still a warhorse and not out of control, its fear of fire made it slow down against the knight's will.

"Damn it! What is this thing?!" one of the riders cursed.

The wall of fire was very wide, making it difficult for warhorses to cross it in one go. Although it was possible to force the horse to charge through, the risk of doing so was simply too great. Who knew if the warhorse would be thrown off when surrounded by fire on all sides?

It was just an exercise; there was no need to risk their lives. That was the thought of most of the cavalrymen at the time.

"Go around! Go around the flames!" the lieutenant ordered his men, who pulled on the reins and tried to get around the flames.

The Grand Duke, who was watching all this from afar, forced out two words through gritted teeth:

"idiot!"

In a real battlefield, for cavalry to slow down and detour around positions that might be equipped with machine guns is tantamount to suicide. Modern cavalry values ​​the courage to charge the enemy above all else; even if they ultimately win, such a charge would be utterly dishonorable.

Sneaking a glance at Nicholas II, the Tsar showed no joy or sorrow, continuing to observe the situation through his binoculars.

The Imperial Guards cavalry bypassed the flames, and the once orderly ranks had been stretched into a thin, long snake formation. As they began to climb the hill, another "accident" occurred.

Thump! Hiss!!!
A warhorse slipped on its front hoof and fell straight to the ground, throwing its rider off.

Other cavalrymen, in an attempt to avoid their comrades, hastily adjusted their direction, causing chaos behind them once again.

"Damn it! How did the grass here become like this?" someone cursed amidst the chaos.

It turns out that all the vegetation here had been shoveled down and then "stuck" onto the hillside with water, like stamps, making it easy for warhorses to slip when they stepped on it.

Some people fell off their horses. Fearing trampling each other, it took several hundred cavalrymen more than a minute to climb the earthen slope that could normally be reached in a dozen seconds.

“Our soldiers seem to lack experience,” the Tsar said, turning his head to the Grand Duke beside him.

“Yes, Your Majesty, I will make them learn this lesson.” The Grand Duke’s face was as gloomy as the Volga River in winter.

Finally, he charged forward, the lieutenant's temper almost bursting out of control.

He gripped his unsharpened saber, wanting to teach these treacherous country bumpkins a lesson.

However, just as he was about to strike, the soldiers in the trenches raised their weapons and waited to surrender.

The leader was a guy with yellow teeth.

"You bastards! You're nothing but trash to be dragged around by stray dogs! Who gave you permission to do this?!" The lieutenant stood beside the trench, cursing as he grabbed the collar of the cunning man in front of him.

"Sir, this, this isn't our fault, it's all the orders from above," the man opposite said, waving his hands vigorously in protest.

His large, yellow teeth made the lieutenant feel nauseous.

"What the higher-ups are asking for?" The lieutenant looked at the object with some confusion. Could it be that someone had ordered this?
Although puzzled, the lieutenant finally realized why he was there and shouted loudly to the soldiers in the tunnel.

"Bring your men out here and hand over their weapons one by one!"

"Oh dear, sir, that won't do," the guy on the other end shouted in distress.

"According to the exercise rules, your troops need to charge into the trenches, fight, and capture the flag to be considered a victory." The scoundrel opposite him spread his hands, as if to say, "You have to be business." Getting angry at this idiot would be beneath his dignity, so Lieutenant Kolkin pushed him aside and gave orders to those behind him.

"Dismount, let's go in and capture them!"

Upon receiving the order, the cavalrymen dismounted one by one and jumped into the trenches.

As soon as their feet touched the ground of the trench, the Imperial Guard cavalrymen sensed something was wrong. It was dug very deep, and without something to hold them up, it would be difficult to climb out. And…

"Why did you guys put so much mud under the trenches?!" someone angrily pulled his foot out and shouted.

"Why are there mannequins here to act as wounded soldiers? What's the purpose of this?!" someone asked, pulling up a handful of straw covered with clothes.

"Well..." the guy with yellow teeth chuckled, "of course, it's to fool those idiots whose brains are as big as pumpkins!"

boom! ! ! !

Gunshots rang out, and a signal flare rose into the sky.

"Ula!!"

"Charge! Take them down!"

"Let's teach these spoiled brats a lesson!"

On the other side, the Siberian soldiers who were lying in ambush charged forward with howls, each carrying a shovel and a sack filled with mud.

Wow! ! !
Large amounts of mud mixed with loose soil were dumped from the air, and the guardsmen inside the tunnel waved their hands wildly to avoid being buried alive.

The once clean uniforms were now stained and mottled, and everyone looked as miserable as pigs in a mud pit.

The soldiers were stunned, not knowing what was happening. When the shovel came swinging, some of them remembered to pick up their sabers to fight back.

In the narrow tunnel, a shovel held in your hand is much more useful than a machete.

The big Vasily charged into the crowd, grabbed an unfortunate man, and threw him out. The soldiers behind him roared and followed.

Chaos erupted on the battlefield as two groups of men wrestled in the mud.

The people in the stands were stunned. The two groups of people were fighting each other like farmers in the countryside, holding weapons in their hands.

Even Nicholas II slightly opened his mouth, while the noblewomen, led by the Empress, looked bewildered, not knowing what had happened. Only Prince Alexei, standing in front, showed an excited expression.

The balance of power quickly tipped to one side.

The Imperial Guard cavalry, caught off guard, were forced into retreat and were soon pinned against the wall. Some of the more valiant fighters were now bruised and battered.

"You pigs, you cheated!" the disarmed lieutenant shouted angrily.

"Heh heh, Lieutenant, you don't know, do you? This is how we fight the Germans." A seasoned soldier made a sarcastic remark from the side.

"That's not how the exercise was planned!"

"The plan only tells you to take over the position, but it doesn't say how," the veteran grinned and shouted to the surroundings.

"Guys! Is everything done?!"

"Hurrah!!!" came a thunderous roar in response.

"Alright, now everyone should carry out the orders."

The veteran dropped what he was holding and raised his hands high.
"We surrender!"

(End of this chapter)