Chapter 613

A blue moon hung in the dark night sky. The bright moonlight shone on the world, coating the dark world with a layer of silver gauze.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …"

"It's windy!"

The assault team was lucky to have such good weather on the first day.

Greggy was not a military novice. To plan a night attack, he had to consider many factors, and the weather was one of the most important.

Venice had a typical Mediterranean climate. In summer, it was controlled by the subtropical high pressure zone. The water temperature in the Mediterranean Sea was lower than on land, so it formed a high pressure zone that increased the influence of the subtropical high pressure zone.

In winter, the water temperature in the Mediterranean Sea was relatively high, so it formed a low pressure zone that attracted the west wind and strengthened the west wind.

Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Greggy did not know these professional explanations, but he had been stationed in Venice for a long time, so he knew that Trento was dry and windy this season.

It was a dark and windy night to kill. Tonight, all the conditions were met. The night and the wind were just enough to cover the assault team's movements.

"Move out!" Greggy gave the order without hesitation.

With the order, the suicide team left the camp quietly. If someone was paying attention, they would notice that they were walking very quietly.

If one looked closely, they would see that all the suicide team members were dressed in black with their sleeves tied up with ropes. Even their boots were wrapped in cloth.

Anyone with a little military knowledge would know that this was a professional night attack.

"Why, are you worried?" Ham asked in a low voice.

"Aren't you worried too? Tonight's battle is a gamble for our futures. If we succeed, we'll have a smooth journey. If we fail, we'll have to retire early! "Greggy said in a low voice.

"You're worried about these young men, right? If it's just our futures, we'll be the ones in trouble. You still have to defend the city, and Marshal Radski won't let you go home," Hank said, pretending to be relaxed.

Victory and defeat were common on the battlefield. No one could guarantee that they would win all the time. As long as it wasn't because of personal reasons, it was usually forgiven.

Greggy was not a famous general, nor was he a genius. However, through the previous battles, he had proven that he was an excellent mid-level commander.

Marshal Radski was regarded as the God of War by the Austrian army, not only because of his commanding ability, but also because he was fair, fair, and liked to promote the younger generation. That was why he was respected by the soldiers.

Since this night attack was approved by him, as long as there was no problem with the execution, there was no need to worry about being made a scapegoat.

This was also the reason why Greggy and the other two dared to launch this night attack. With a boss who was responsible and would not steal the credit of his subordinates, of course they would work hard to fight.

"Nonsense, don't tell me the two of you aren't worried? We raised these boys with our own hands. If they fall here, how are we going to explain it to their families? "Griggie said with a frown.

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Time passed, and the only sound in the quiet night was the howling wind and the falling leaves. Griggi suddenly felt that the wind was so lovely, like a gift from God.

"It's about time. Looks like nothing happened!"

Sweat was dripping from Greggy's forehead as he said this. Only he knew how much pressure he had been under just now.

The two of them looked at their watches and smiled. As long as they weren't discovered by the enemy, the night attack was half a success.

"Pass down the order. Order all the troops to wake up and eat. We will attack in an hour!" Greggy said seriously.

"Tell everyone to pay attention and be quiet!" Hank added worriedly.

Even though they were still a few miles away from the enemy's camp, and normal movements wouldn't alarm the enemy, they still decided to be careful.

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A signal flare was fired. The horn of the attack was blown. The guns roared, and the Sardinian army woke up. The battle had begun.

General Messi, whose sweet dream was disrupted, asked angrily, "What happened outside?"

"General, the enemy is attacking!" the guard outside the door answered nervously.

Hearing the news, General Messi was no longer sleepy. He quickly got up, put on his uniform, and rushed to the command center.

At this time, the side effect of the blind expansion of the Sardinian army appeared. A large number of new recruits became headless flies in the dark, running around.

The chaos was contagious, and it quickly spread to the entire army. In the dark, they could only see bullets flying, but they couldn't see where the enemy came from. This kind of pressure was not something the new recruits could bear.

A stray bullet flew out of nowhere and hit a soldier. The soldiers around him pulled the trigger out of habit and shot in the direction they thought the enemy was coming from.

General Messi quickly made arrangements. Major General Will, who had just received the order, was the first unlucky one. A stray bullet flew out of nowhere and hit him in the chest.

Seeing Major General Will on the ground, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. They couldn't help but retreat back to the command center. A terrifying word appeared in their minds — Camp Whistle!

General Messi hesitated for a moment. He immediately pulled out his gun and fired a warning shot. He ordered in a strict tone, "I don't believe the enemy has already attacked. They only have so few troops. There must not be many people who came to attack.

Everyone, go back and command the troops. Annihilate the enemies in the future. If anyone dares to desert, I will kill him right now! "

In the face of the cruel reality, a group of officers stepped out of the command center anxiously. General Messi's judgment was correct. There were indeed not many enemies who came to attack.

However, that was only when he launched the sneak attack. When he was giving out orders, the Austrian army had already moved out in full force.

It wouldn't take long to cover a distance of a few miles. Before they could return to the troops, the decisive battle had already begun.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill …"

The Sardinian camp was drowning in a sea of killing. There were the attacks of the Austrian army and internal strife.

The night covered everything. At this time, many people thought of the thirty-six ways to survive on the battlefield. A Sardinian soldier extinguished an oil lamp nearby. Soon, more soldiers followed suit.

It turned out that it was indeed effective. After extinguishing the lamp, they lay on the ground. As long as they weren't too unlucky, they wouldn't be hit.

Well, they were safe in the dark, but the officers who were looking for the troops had a headache. Who knew where their soldiers were in the dark?

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