Chapter 925: Refugee Tide
A new day began, and heavy snow still whirled through the sky. Generally speaking, neither the Allied forces nor the French army would launch an offensive in such weather.
Yet Captain Hoeg, out on patrol, did not dare let his guard down. The absence of a large-scale offensive did not mean small-scale raids would not occur.
The Twenty-Fifth Division alone, where Captain Hoeg served, had suffered seven French attacks in barely half a month, resulting in over a hundred casualties.
Of course, the Allied forces had also organized several retaliatory counterattacks. Overall, both sides had won and lost, though the Austrian army had gained a slight edge.
Braving the bone-piercing wind, Captain Hoeg sneezed, and a sense of foreboding rose within him.
"Stay sharp, all of you. Watch out for the French taking potshots at us."
The battlefield was the best teacher, and experience could only be earned through slow exploration. At some point, both sides had fallen in love with the sniper's game.
They would station three to five soldiers with good aim in ambush four or five hundred meters away, launching surprise attacks on enemy patrols without flinching even when facing an entire platoon.
Limited by firearm accuracy, soldiers who could achieve a hit rate above thirty percent at two hundred meters were already elite troops.
At four or five hundred meters, aside from crack shots, ordinary soldiers had to rely entirely on luck. They could not inflict effective casualties at all.
The ambushers fought if they could win and ran if they could not. Recently, most casualties on both sides had come this way.
"Don't worry, Captain. The terrain here is flat. We can see everything three to five li away at a glance—there's nowhere for anyone to hide.
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