I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 448 The “Immortal” Army

Driesen naturally guessed wrong. The Guards Corps came to intercept only 14,000 troops, and they avoided villages all the way, so no one noticed them at all.

In fact, even if a Prussian discovered something strange, by the time he reported it to him, the Guards Corps would have already taken advantage of him.

After Joseph learned that the Prussian army had mobilized on a large scale, he knew that they must be heading towards Latibor. It can be said that with the rapid marching speed of the Guards Corps, the ambush will basically not fail.

This is the advantage of the tactic of encircling a point for reinforcements - I know that you will definitely take a certain route to get reinforcements, so you can launch a targeted attack on the reinforcements.

Soon, a straight line of white infantry appeared in the sight of the Prussian soldier. Accompanied by the sound of neat military drums, it slowly pressed towards him.

Driesen saw that only about 70% of the soldiers on his side had completed their formation, but he had no choice but to order to meet the enemy immediately.

Fortunately, the hussars who were in charge of reconnaissance just now reported that the French army only had about 10,000 people. The Fenn Corps on his side plus two regiments of grenadiers have a strength of close to 9,000. Even if the formation is not in order, a two-hour delay should still be possible.

When his main force is in formation, he can launch a counterattack against the French with superior force - there are more than 17,000 soldiers behind him!

The drums of the French army were getting closer and closer. In front of the Prussian line formation, Lieutenant Olive of the Royal Prussian Chasseur Battalion was squatting behind a pile of withered grass, his eyes fixed on the far side painted with "Sword-backed Dolphin". "Coat of Arms Flag." If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be the French Royal Guards Second Regiment.

He estimated the distance between the two sides, loudly ordered the surrounding soldiers to hold still, and then slowly raised the Potsdam M1741 hunting rifle in his hand.

This gun is improved from the M1741 flintlock gun. Its biggest feature is that its barrel has rifling, and the bullets fired can spin, so it can achieve a straight trajectory.

In the era of muskets where the hit rate from 30 meters away depends entirely on faith, this is definitely a high-precision weapon. However, because the cost is very high and loading is laborious, only a small number of elite hunters are equipped.

And Olive is one of them.

He quickly selected his target, which was the nearest drummer. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old and was very tall.

Killing this guy would definitely severely damage the morale of the French people behind him.

He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes at the young drummer.

The distance is about 80 steps. Olive felt the breeze beside him and determined that it would not affect the bullets, so he immediately pulled the trigger decisively.

The distance was a bit far, but he had absolute confidence in his marksmanship.

With a loud "Bang!", the strap hanging the snare drum on the drummer's chest broke. The drummer looked like he had been hit head-on and fell over.

Lieutenant Olive whistled proudly, stood up and pulled out the purge, poked the ashes in the barrel, then poured a little gunpowder into the firing chamber, pressed the cover, and then stood the gun body up. Pour in the gunpowder, pound it tightly, and insert the bullets.

Then he took out a hammer from behind and started hammering the bar. This is a stubborn problem with rifled guns. Since the diameter of the bullet is slightly larger than the muzzle, you have to use a hammer to smash the bullet in.

However, as soon as he struck twice, he saw from the corner of his eye that the drummer he had just hit struggled to stand up!

"Oh, God!" Olive's eyes suddenly widened, "What happened?!"

He was sure that he had definitely shot the guy in the chest, as the drum belt was broken as proof.

At this time, there was no blood on the drummer's chest - the French white military uniform would be very conspicuous if it was stained with blood - he lowered his head and tied the drum belt, took out the spare drumsticks, and quickly caught up with the infantry line. Row, began to beat the drum again.

Olive looked at the gun in his hand doubtfully, gritted his teeth and knocked the bullet to the end, then raised the gun and took aim again.

This time the drummer was blocked by the officer next to him, so he simply aimed at the French lieutenant.

The M1741's muzzle spurted out flames, and the officer's body tilted and fell to the ground. However, less than three seconds later, he stood up again with the help of several soldiers.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible..."

Olive took a few steps back in confusion, gave up the one chance he had to shoot, turned around and ran back.

The Prussian chasseurs around him also started shooting one after another, but except for one person who accidentally shot the opposite soldier in the neck, the other targets got up again after being shot - as required by the chasseur drill at this time. Aiming at the enemy's chest and abdomen because the target is larger.

The Prussian infantry looked at the chasseurs in surprise, as if they had seen a ghost, and retreated behind them in panic.

But soon, they knew the reason, because they themselves encountered the same situation.

When the French infantry line pushed them 50 steps away, the officers gave the order to fire a volley.

As the "cracking" explosion sounded, black smoke obscured the battlefield, and nearly a hundred French soldiers fell to the ground.

But soon, the Prussian soldiers could vaguely see through the smoke that most of the Frenchmen who had been shot stood up again, leaning on their guns.

The Prussians suddenly looked at each other. Those enemies obviously didn't wear breastplates or anything like that, but the bullets couldn't kill them.

The already crooked Prussian line began to become chaotic, and some soldiers even forgot to reload and began to cross themselves and pray.

Davout looked at his messenger who stood up with a grin, and was also a little unbelievable. Although the General Staff repeatedly said that the "bulletproof insert" could resist bullets, he still didn't trust such a thin thing.

The messenger pressed his abdomen, pulled out the insert there, and then lifted his clothes.

Davout immediately saw a large black bruise on his stomach, but it was obvious that the bullet was blocked outside. He turned his head to look at the insert on the ground, which had already cracked like a spider web, and a bulge was on the back.

The drumbeats next to him suddenly accelerated. Long-term training made Davout turn his head and order the soldiers reflexively:

"Stop moving forward.

"Ready--

"...

"Shoot! ”

Thousands of percussion guns spewed out flames almost at the same time, and a large number of gaps suddenly appeared in the Prussian line.

For a moment, many Prussian soldiers turned their heads to look at their companions who were hit, as if waiting for them to stand up again.

However, apart from blood and wailing, no miracle happened.

The Guards Corps quickly launched a second round of volleys.

This time, except for the two Prussian grenadier regiments, the rest of the soldiers actually turned around and fled in fear.

The elite Prussian Guards infantry collapsed after the enemy's second round of volleys!

It is difficult for anyone to maintain the courage to continue fighting when facing an immortal enemy and being killed in large numbers.