HBWnovel Chapter 1716 This is not a military problem, it's a mathematical problem!
Chapter 1716 This is not a military problem, it's a mathematical problem!
When Fleschheim saw the enemy using civilians as human shields, he was instantly filled with rage.
Without much thought, Flästermann immediately spoke to the political commissar.
"How long will it take for the Air Force fighter jets to arrive? Or, to put it another way, will the missile units be able to launch tranquilizer darts?"
Hearing Fleschheim's words, the political commissar also felt somewhat disappointed.
Fleischstein's words were simple and blunt.
But reality is not that simple.
Missile units cannot be equipped with specialized tranquilizer warheads.
Even if the underground research institute conducts research, it will still take some time to equip the equipment.
How do we calculate the time difference in between?
The political commissar immediately instructed each battalion commander to count the number of soldiers under their command in preparation for a numerical confrontation.
Soldiers cannot point their guns at civilians, so they can only prepare to fight with bayonets.
For these guardsmen, bayonet fighting was a distant memory.
The four battalion commanders immediately began to count the number of men and found that the Guards Regiment still had about 2000 men who could fight.
That's right, after a night of fierce fighting.
Even when facing a total of more than 3 militants.
No more than 100 soldiers from the Guards regiment were killed.
The cumulative number of enemy casualties exceeded 8000.
Most of the remaining 1000-plus Guardsmen were wounded.
The Imperial Guard would not allow a single soldier to fight with all his might.
Therefore, anyone who was injured would be sent to a rear hospital for treatment.
Lightly wounded soldiers will not be sent to the battlefield unless absolutely necessary.
After counting the number of soldiers.
Fleschmann immediately notified logistics to send up ammunition.
Even if it means defying the world's will.
We must keep Baroqueley out of the city today.
If Baroquely escapes, the Janissaries will not only lose face.
Lyon couldn't save face either, as his opponents broke through his encirclement so easily.
At that point, even if no one dares to say anything, Lyon will still lose all face.
Just as Fleschheim was preparing for a desperate gamble, the political commissar suddenly stopped him.
"I have a plan: bring all the armored vehicles over here!"
The Guards immediately concentrated all their armored forces.
At the same time, a large number of trucks were driven over and parked directly across the main road.
That is, the direction the hostages are moving in.
A large number of Imperial Guard machine gunners were gathered together.
The political commissar gave the order directly to have them set up their guns and wait for the command to fire.
At first, the machine gunner was a little confused.
Because they were mounting their guns not on the railing, but on the truck canopy.
One could easily fall in if you're not careful.
But the machine gunner quickly realized that they were being asked to rescue their compatriots.
Because tanks and armored vehicles were parked some distance in front of the truck.
Their altitude was just a little bit higher than the tank's.
The Baroquelie militants on the other side were momentarily stunned.
Is the National Defense Force going to use armored forces to form a wall to stop their attack?
Don't they know that the people's attack is the most powerful?
Despite their headaches, the militants remained unfazed and continued to charge forward, using civilians as hostages to break through the Guards regiment's defenses.
However, they did not expect that the devil is always one step ahead of the saint, and the Imperial Guard had already prepared countermeasures.
The political commissar ordered all tanks and infantry fighting vehicles to point their guns at the hostages.
At the same time, the machine gunners also locked onto the hostages.
The political commissar personally came to the front line, climbed onto a tank, and shouted from behind the turret using a megaphone.
They were not afraid of the sniper on the other side at all.
"Fellow countrymen, you have been taken hostage by Baroquely."
"It is our incompetence that has caused you such suffering, but now we are here to rescue you!"
The political commissar's words instantly filled the people with hope, while the armed men looked puzzled. In this situation, how could the Imperial Guard save the people?
The political commissar glanced at the thousands of people in front of him, their eyes filled with hope, and roared with all his might.
"All civilians, immediately lie down and press yourselves firmly to the ground!"
The Baroquelie militant leader wore a mocking expression.
You dare to bring up this kind of rescue method? This isn't a novel; who's going to cooperate with you?
Do you think you can make the people all kneel down with just a few words? Besides, to prevent you from using this tactic, Mayor Baroquely has already chained these people up. They're all linked together, and one or two people can't possibly kneel down!
The political commissar looked at the people in front of him who wanted to lie down but couldn't, and revealed a strange smile.
Because the machine gunner on the truck opened fire the next second.
The militants on the other side were instantly stunned.
Aren't they afraid of hitting ordinary people?
But the next second, the bullets mysteriously grazed past the civilians' formation and landed precisely on the heads of the militants.
At that moment, the militants were dumbfounded.
What's going on? How can a bullet possibly curve?
Zheng Wei smiled as he saw the rows of armed men falling to the ground.
Bullets don't curve, but they do drop.
As for why you were beaten to death, go ask the wronged souls who died tragically at the Somme Crossing!
10 minute ago.
Inside the Guards Regiment headquarters, the political commissar was explaining his plan to Freishtheim.
That means making the civilians lie down, then opening machine gun fire to wipe out all the militants.
But Freistheim stopped him.
"You made a basic mistake with this method; what you can think of, the other side can also think of."
"Once they see us deploying tanks, they will definitely tuck civilians together to prevent them from lying down to avoid bullets."
Fleschheimer's sudden flash of brilliance left the political commissar completely bewildered.
The political commissar immediately spoke up.
"Then what do you mean?"
Fleschheim remained silent, but quietly took out a pen and drew a straight line on a blank sheet of paper.
The political commissar looked over and found that the straight line was not a perfect straight line; it was slightly curved.
"Your proposal is..."
"Have you forgotten that bullets can ricochet?"
After saying that, Fleischäm wrote two words where the bullet had fallen.
enemy.
Then he wrote two more characters not far in front of the enemy.
hostage.
At that moment, the political commissar immediately thought of Fleschheim's idea.
Good heavens, they're planning to use math and physics to crush these militants!
The militants thought their numerical superiority would overcome their equipment advantage, but they didn't realize that what war truly requires isn't numbers or equipment, but rather intelligence...
The observer standing nearby held his breath the moment the machine gunner opened fire.
Because they are responsible for calculating the distance to the other party.
A slight mishap could result in civilian injuries.
The observers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the militants fall in droves; a weight was finally lifted from their shoulders.
Looks like it's done!
The hostages were somewhat bewildered as they watched the rows of armed men falling behind them.
What's going on? How did the bullets get past them?
Some of the militants were rather slow-witted and tried to run away, but others who were somewhat educated rushed towards the hostages without hesitation.
As expected, the militants who ran backward were killed, while those who charged forward successfully blended into the group of hostages and survived.
The political commissar didn't think much of the armed men who had infiltrated the hostages.
Most of the militants were killed; only a small number of them who stormed the hostages survived.
At least the common people won't be wiped out.
There may be casualties, but very few.
This is already the best solution.
The machine guns began to slaughter the militants behind them.
Originally, several thousand armed militants were yelling and trying to break through the Guards regiment's defenses.
But the result was that they became ghosts...