Chapter 559

"Conspiracy my ass. The enemy is clearly a bunch of rookies. When they attack, they swarm in, and when they retreat, they scatter. Who knows where the enemy found them!"

Greggy quickly came to a conclusion. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have enough troops, he would have ordered an attack. Such a good opportunity was rare.

"Captain, I see that the enemy has abandoned quite a few weapons. Why don't we send someone to pick them up? We can still make some money!" the young officer said after some thought.

Greggy glared at him and said with a tone of exasperation, "Ambridge, sometimes I really want to split your head open and see what's inside. Why do you have so many messy thoughts?

All you think about is making a fortune. Do you think the enemy is stupid? Why don't you go and try and see if the enemy will kill you?

Our mission is to defend the line of defense. What's the point of picking up those broken guns? "

In this era, the treatment of the armies of various countries wasn't very good. To make a fortune, one had to rely on robbery and spoils from the battlefield.

This war was being fought in Austria, so there was no need to think about robbing. No matter how crazy they were, they couldn't do as they pleased in their own territory. Spoils became their main source of income.

Of course, the land reward promised by Franz was also an important factor in allowing them to fight with peace of mind.

In the past, the main way to get land was to become a noble and get a fief. This was too difficult. Apart from a few lucky people, most people didn't have the chance.

This time, Franz made changes. In the past, even a knight would have to use up to a thousand acres of land. Now, ordinary soldiers could also get land if they made contributions.

(1 hectare ≈ 2.5 acres = 15 acres.)

However, this wasn't a noble's fief, nor did it have the privileges of a noble. It was equivalent to the government using land to pay soldiers and reward them for their contributions.

Since it wasn't a noble's fief, the threshold was naturally much lower. It was much easier for ordinary soldiers to get land. Basically, as long as they fought on the battlefield, they could get a few acres of land. If they were lucky, they could even get a few hectares of land.

Ambridge wanted to make money mainly because he was worried that he wouldn't have enough military contributions. When the time came, he could use the money to buy land. After all, his goal was to become a farm owner.

This was a preferential treatment for soldiers. In order to limit land annexation, Austria's land redemption law stipulated that the per capita land area could not exceed 2 hectares, and rewards obtained on the battlefield were not included in the calculation.

"Uncle Greggy, you know that I have a lot of brothers and sisters. As the second son, I don't have the right to inherit the title and property, so I want to make some money!" Of course, Ambridge didn't mind at all.

Greggy snapped, "Damn it, why don't you work harder and earn your own title?

I'm willing to bet that as long as you can obtain a noble title, even if it's the lowest and non-hereditary noble title, Old John would be happier than you getting a hundred thousand Rhine guilds! "

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"Uncle Greggy, why don't we take some men to attack the enemy's camp at night? If we succeed, my goal might be achieved!"

Griggie rubbed his forehead and gave up on teaching Ambridge, his distant nephew. Even if he wanted to attack at night, he had to consider the actual situation.

He admitted that the enemy was terrible. He had been in the army for so many years, but he had never seen an army like this. However, there were so many of them!

The enemy had two divisions, and he only had one regiment, which was less than one-fifth of the enemy's strength. Was he sure he wasn't going to die?

…

In the Sardinian camp, Major General Will taught the soldiers lying on the battlefield a lesson. He even picked a few unlucky ones to establish his authority and carried out military law.

The battle started again. Perhaps it was to establish his authority, or perhaps it was because the veterans of Sardinia were braver, but the battle in the afternoon was much more tragic.

Picking up his binoculars, Major General Will looked at the bloody scene. At one point, some soldiers even charged into the enemy's position. He nodded in satisfaction. This was war. If they were all like those idiots in the morning, it would be terrible!

In the camp, the undercurrent had begun to surge.

A soldier with a dusty face said excitedly, "Tom, the knowledge in the 'Battlefield Survival Handbook' is really useful. See those idiots? They're usually so arrogant, but now they're foolishly rushing to their deaths. Don't even talk about how satisfying it is! "

"Of course. Mr. Guerazi spent a lot of money to buy it from an old mercenary. It was to reduce our casualties on the battlefield.

Raul, be careful. Don't let the Sardinians find out. They still have to fight with their lives in this war! If everyone learns to be smart, who will fight the Austrians? "Tom, a middle-aged man, said cautiously.

"Yes, let the Sardinians and the Austrians fight each other. When they're both defeated, the Lombardy Republic can be independent!" Raul said excitedly.

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The 'Battlefield Survival Handbook' was not written by an old mercenary. It was specially prepared by Franz for the Sardinians.

This was the conclusion of his research on the Italian war history, so he sold it to the Sardinian army in advance. Since it was invented by the Italians, there was no problem of it not adapting.

At the same time, he also gave them a 16-word policy: Fight if you can win, run if you can't win, surrender if you can't run!

It recorded most of the life-saving techniques on the battlefield. For example, when charging, look for a favorable terrain halfway to play dead.

The choice of this location was very important. It could not be too far away, nor could it be too close to the base camp.

It was best to have a bunker to block the enemy's stray bullets. Comfort must also be considered, because if one stood for too long, it would be easy to get their limbs numb.

Another example: When defending, one should not stick his head out. Just shoot randomly. Anyway, the probability of hitting the enemy was not high. Do not play with your life unless there was a life-and-death feud.

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Franz very mischievously put together 36, commonly known as the "36 Strategies to Save Your Life." All of them were life-saving techniques on the battlefield. There was also an accompanying explanation, all in the simplest language, without a trace of literary elegance.