Chapter 751 Assessment at the Paris Police Academy
Alois suddenly said loudly: "Do you remember? The instructors in Paris said that the training we received is enough to deal with the real army."
Bourget listened to the increasingly clear sound of Austrian military drums , nodded: "Yes, even if it is the Austrian army, we will not necessarily lose!"
"Don't be afraid, just treat them as gang members!"
"Yes, It’s just a larger gang.”
The police in Wallonia said so, but it could be seen from the white hands holding the guns that they actually had little confidence.
Bourget remembered something again, looked at the faintly visible Austrian soldiers in the distance, and said: "The chief said that after this fight is over, the salary will be tripled."
The high bonus immediately diluted everyone's nervousness, and some even showed expectant looks.
The coal and iron mines in Wallonia have brought a lot of wealth here, and with the access to the Rhine River trade, the Walloon Chamber of Commerce is extremely rich. It is almost impossible to pay the police a few more months. Not even blinking.
Not long after, the rhythmic sound of military drums also sounded from the front of the Walloon police queue.
Bourget confirmed that the Charleville 1776 flintlock gun in his hand was loaded, and then heard the superintendent of his police station shout loudly: "Get ready-"
He recited silently He said "God bless you" and raised the flintlock.
The Austrian skirmishers maintained a distance of three or four steps and seemed to attack very easily.
They know very well that the police can bully thieves, robbers and the like, but are absolutely vulnerable to the real army.
After a while, they only need two or three volleys, and the seemingly neat queue in front will collapse.
The next step is to chase them a few hundred yards and then accept surrender or shoot them.
“Aim——”
When the Austrians were still more than 80 steps away, the superintendents in charge of each section of the line formation could no longer hold back due to nervousness.
"Shooting——"
As thick smoke filled the police queue, dense lead bullets flew towards the Austrian soldiers like a heavy rain.
The Austrian skirmishers laughed in their hearts.
Sure enough, they are just a group of policemen who have never fought. At such a long distance, flintlock guns have almost no lethality.
The Austrian officers were also very experienced and immediately ordered the drummers to speed up the rhythm and increase the speed of the soldiers' advance.
Those policemen wasted their precious initial ammunition. Before they could finish reloading, our own side would be able to inflict heavy casualties on them with point-blank fire!
Almost in the blink of an eye, thousands of Austrian skirmishers rushed more than 50 steps in front of the police line. The drum beat suddenly stopped, and the officer immediately raised his hand and shouted: "Get ready. Aim -"
What they didn't expect was that shouts of "aim" were heard from the police formation on the opposite side.
The Austrian officers couldn't help but be a little surprised. Logically speaking, they had only advanced about 30 steps, and it should be impossible for the police on the opposite side to complete the reloading.
Bluffing? The police commander was already panicking and giving random orders.
“Shoot——”
The Austrian officer waved and shouted.
"Shoot——"
Almost at the same time, the Walloon police also issued the same order.
Two lines of fire that stretched for more than a kilometer burst out, and groans and screams came from both the Austrian army and the police.
The Austrian officers looked at the soldiers who were shot and fell over in surprise. They all had the same thought in their minds - how could those police reload so fast? !
Yes, although the Walloon police can only train at the Paris Police Academy for one month every year, that is the Paris Police Academy!
Even though their assessment standards are much lower than those of formal police academy students, they are still comparable to the regular Austrian army.
Even better than many Austrian soldiers who trained to stretch their hips.
The superintendents of the Walloon police suddenly recalled the scene of actual combat training in Paris.
At that time, they were still complaining about why, as police officers, they had to practice line formations, dense bayonet formations, and even fight with artillery. If it weren't for the incentive from training subsidies, they might not be able to complete that series of complex assessments.
It wasn't until this moment that they understood how meaningful the training they had received was.
Almost like a conditioned reflex, the superintendents in the command line urged loudly: "Load! Don't be stunned, load immediately!"
Bourget smelled the smell of blood. The hands are shaking too.
But he felt like he was back in the first actual combat assessment. The instructor kept yelling from behind, "You are about to be eliminated, so hurry up."
The speed in his hand suddenly increased a bit.
Just like during that assessment.
With his firm will, he successfully received the allowance for passing the assessment.
Punching the bullets firmly, he inserted the purge rod back under the barrel, poured the percussion powder into the gunpowder chamber, and opened the flint clamp.
The superintendent’s voice rang in my ears, “Get ready——”
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He raised his flintlock, but was surprised to find that the Austrians on the opposite side seemed to be still loading.
At that moment, he suddenly had a strange thought, "I'm afraid they are going to fail the assessment."
“Aim. Shoot——”
The Walloon police’s line formation was the first to spray out dense flames.
As soon as dozens of Austrian soldiers raised their guns, they were knocked to the ground by oncoming lead bullets.
The others listened to the screams of their comrades with horror in their eyes.
Are they really a group of policemen across the street?
This level of training is a bit too high!
Under the repeated urging of the Austrian officers, the Austrian soldiers hurriedly raised their guns to fight back.
It’s just that their number was smaller than that of the police, and they were in a skirmish formation, and their firepower density was far less than that of a line formation, so they only shot a dozen policemen in their counterattack.
"Load! Hurry!"
"Hurry up and load!"
With the shouts of the commanders of both sides, another round of loading competition began.
But the Austrian was already a beat slower before. When there is no gap in training, he would only slow down one step at a time.
The surrounding smoke was blown away by the breeze. Bourget took advantage of the time when he was hammering the gunpowder and looked up. The Austrians on the opposite side had obviously heavier casualties than his own. At the same time, their reloading speed was also slower.
A surge of confidence suddenly surged in his heart.
It seems that the instructor at the police academy did not lie to him.
“Aim. Shoot——”
The volley fired by the police line array led again without any surprise.
There was blood mist everywhere on the Austrian side, and the police's accuracy seemed to be better this time than last time. A dozen more Austrian soldiers fell.
Yes, the situation on the battlefield has made many police officers find their confidence like Bourget and their performance has become more stable.
After the police fired their fifth volley, some Austrians finally couldn't stand it anymore and retreated in panic.
Shortly, sporadic escapes turned into a complete rout.
The Busek Army abandoned nearly 200 corpses and ran two kilometers away until they met Count Radeski's main force, and then they stopped.
(End of this chapter)