War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

After a brief period of confusion, the artillery began to advance.

In fact, it is naturally impossible for Lamosilier to really let his precious artillery die. He has already made arrangements in advance, and the specific comfort work will naturally be left to the adjutant.

"Don't worry! Have you seen the Orleans artillery's counterattack in so many days except the past two days?"

When the adjutant said this, they had never seen it before.

Before, they only focused on bombarding the fortress, completely forgetting that the other party did not counterattack.

In fact, it was not that there had been no countermeasures, it was just that those Congreve rockets were flying everywhere, and even the nearest landing point was dozens of meters away from them.

But that's eight hundred meters away. What if it advances to three hundred meters?

The adjutant saw the artillerymen's anxiety and said immediately.

"The infantry will hold up the door panels to cover your advance."

Using door panels to protect against rockets and stray bullets may sound ridiculous, but it's better than nothing.

As for not thinking about it, that is even more impossible. The best example is right in front of you.

The artillery colonel who had just been shot had a great background. He was not only a serious graduate of the Saint-Cyr Military Academy, but also a gentleman in the city of Paris.

Compared with that, these mud-legged people are nothing at all.

Lamosilière did not do this out of passion. First of all, he felt that the enemies who were attacking these days must be approaching their limit. If there was a way to counterattack, he would have used it long ago, and he would not be able to keep silent and take beatings.

Second, he has in his hands the best artillery in France and even the world - the M1841 six-pound field gun, also known as the legendary Little Napoleon.

Although later generations did not think highly of the Little Napoleon, that was because of comparison with the Great Napoleon more than twenty years later.

At this time, the M1841 six-pounder field gun can definitely be called the best field gun in the world. It is far stronger than the main field guns of other major powers in the world. It is even the source of inspiration for the Austrian M1851 field gun and the Russian M1859 field gun. That's little Napoleon.

The reality was just as Lamosilier imagined. Salburg, which had been unable to be conquered for a long time, quickly lost its ability to resist under the continuous bombardment of the fifty little Napoleon.

However, the only drawback is that there was no surrender ceremony, but only an empty fortress was left behind.

"The terrain in Saarburg is not dangerous. It's a shame they were able to defend it for so long."

Lamosilier still gave a more pertinent evaluation.

"Yes, Your Excellency Marshal. The tenacity of the defenders is completely beyond our imagination. It's just that"

"It's just that the enemy retreated too quickly, and why didn't they even leave a single body behind?"

Lamosilière's adjutant was very meticulous, and he felt something was wrong from the moment he entered this dilapidated fortress.

It's just that he couldn't tell. It wasn't until just now that he confirmed that he didn't see a single body along the way to such a huge fortress.

Although cleaning the battlefield is a military tradition, it is almost impossible to do it so quickly and cleanly.

After the adjutant said this, Lamosilière also noticed.

"Could it be that they are not escaping, but retreating?"

"How is that possible?"

Lamosilière shook his head again. They were just a group of militiamen and private armed forces. How could they enforce the order and prohibition?

It's just that taking all the corpses away is a bit weird.

He also thought of the strange caves he had seen on the way here. These caves were of different sizes, and some could only accommodate one person.

Lamosilière had never seen such a cave on the battlefield. Some soldiers said it was the devil's cave. The reason why the defenders of Salburg were able to persist for so long was because they signed a contract with the devil.

In those caves, demons will appear in the form of Salburg militia in a steady stream, so they can persist to this day under such horrific bombardment.

However, Lamosilière would not believe these nonsense. He thought those should be corpse caves, so he could not see the corpses.

After figuring out the joints, Lamosilière turned to his adjutant and his staff to discuss his conjecture about the corpse cave.

"Show the soldiers what's in the cave?"

The general's words can cause a soldier's legs to break.

After Lamosilière's order was issued, the soldiers had to explore the caves they had avoided.

Regardless of whether it was a devil or a corpse inside, they didn't want to go in.

After a while, the soldiers ran out out of breath.

Lamosilière felt that he was right, so he asked slowly.

"Did you find the body?"

"No, no."

"Then what are you doing out here?"

"It's full of explosives!"

Suddenly a series of explosions sounded, and the huge impact lifted the ground. Then the explosions became more and more intensive, and even nearby buildings and waste continued to explode.

The French army that had just entered Saarburg was hit head-on before they had time to celebrate.

Lamosilière quickly fell to the ground, and several staff officers and guards quickly jumped on him to allow him to escape.

However, the people around Lamosilier were not so lucky. His adjutant was penetrated through the chest by a flying wooden board and was nailed to the wall, opening and closing his mouth like a dead fish.

The other staff officers and guards were also dying, injured, and in extremely miserable condition.

However, the attack had just begun. As screams were heard, rockets continued to fly into the ruins of Saarburg.

This small fortress truly became the coffin of French soldiers at this time.