() The Russians arrived at 3:13 in the afternoon, which was a little earlier than expected. In fact, the Russian army stopped advancing within thirty minutes after the Russian cavalry was annihilated. It was a waste of time to collect battlefield information.

It took them quite a while to come to the conclusion that they had been tricked, and finally, two hours after interrupting the unfinished battle, the Russians came back.

In order to thank the Russian commander for giving me the time and ability to annihilate their cavalry and artillery, and to calm the fear of the timid Russian commander, I asked Leon to come to the middle of the battlefield with a white flag and express his gratitude to the exhausted Russian army.

We expressed cordial greetings to see if they were tired, and then asked the captured Russian prisoners to bring a cart of wine barrels to give him the red wine we had captured from the Polish landowner’s wine cellar.

However, the Russian army was not very receptive to my kindness. The angry Russian commander was like all men who were enjoying intense penetration but were forced to interrupt the pleasure unexpectedly, eager to take the worst.

Then the peak can be climbed little by little. The Russian army angrily attacked at 3:20 p.m.

This caused his Russian infantry to launch an attack. If I hadn't accidentally joined the battle, scaring him so much that he had to interrupt the battle which was so enjoyable from beginning to end. It is estimated that at this point in time, the Russian army would have put their

The flag was planted on the roof of the village, bringing the joy of victory.

The Russian general rode out and stood far away on the messy battlefield in the middle to express his angry greetings to me: "You despicable villain!!!"

Pouring out a glass of red wine, I raised the glass from a distance and drank it. Once again, it established the impression on the Russian army that their general was incompetent. The next battle was to see if Russia could regain its soft and tired stick.

status hours ago.

After throwing down the wine glass, I shouted to the soldiers in the village: "Romans, those barbarians from the north have come back unsatisfied after being fooled! Look at how sweaty they are, and look at them again.

Being so stupid, I really wonder if the cold weather in the north has frozen their brains! Otherwise, how could they be so stupid? Do you think you are right?"

The soldiers nearby burst into laughter.

I signaled them to stop laughing: "Okay, although they are stupid, I have to admit that their charge is very powerful! Later, they will launch a fierce charge again! Are you ready to fight against them?"

"Ready!!!" Regardless of whether that person was a professional agent or not, he stirred up the atmosphere anyway, "It's not like we haven't defeated their charge before!"

"That's right! Just like we did at Tomir Ferry, as long as we hold on to the first wave, the Russians have nothing to fear!"

Tens of thousands of Russians lined up in fifteen square formations according to the command. The Russian army has an infantry that is brave and skillful to the point of abnormality. However, it is undeniable that due to their own economic problems, their equipment is very poor. They have musket styles and calibers.

are different, so they are often at a disadvantage in terms of firepower on the battlefield, but here the muskets are not

In an era when they did not have an overwhelming advantage, Maozi "Ula" could use a large number of infantry to drown out all the infantry blocking the way. It was more Spartan than the Greeks. If Darius had such a group of Maozi soldiers, he would probably be able to directly defeat them.

Go south and beat up Athens and Sparta, and treat the Greeks like meat. Feel free to ntr.

Okay, if we fight Maozi head-on, Maozi will beat us to nothing even if we lose the support of artillery and cavalry, but right now we are not on the plain relying on the defense of the town.

I placed the carriages loaded with baggage in front of various roads in the village, right on the road in front of the village where Mao Zi fought fiercely. The space here is the most open, and it is also the most suitable for Mao Zi to launch a large-scale charge, so the fight for this place will be fierce later.

Fierce, Maozi

The cannons and several six-pounders protruded very conspicuously and were placed in the forward position. On the left, several cannons could hit the front simply by turning their muzzles, and there were still a few artillery pieces hidden in the position for me.

Inside, three infantry battalions are standing here.

After observation, Mao Zi decisively pressed the ten infantry phalanxes to the front, and then moved the three infantry phalanxes to the left.

Amidst the melodious military music, the Russian generals chirped for a while in the military formation. Then with the orders given by the Russian officers, the soldiers cheered up one by one, maintained a dense formation, followed the officers and the team closely.

The military flag is coming towards us step by step.

Hippias said at this time: "It seems that the Russians like to use this kind of large phalanx."

Compared with the Empire's relatively long and narrow infantry columns, the Russian phalanx is a true phalanx with length equal to width. I thought about it and said: "Perhaps this is based on the fighting method developed by the Swedes. The impact of this phalanx is

It’s really no small matter. Send an order to the artillery and use solid bullets to fire at a distance of two hundred meters. Let’s do a test launch first!”

"Load solid ammunition! The target is two hundred meters away!"

Maozi had only reached more than 500 meters, and I ordered a test firing of 200 meters to prepare for better close-range artillery bombardment of Maozi later. The four gunners standing next to the loaded ammunition box cooperated with each other, and within one minute,

After completing the loading of ammunition, Maozi's first infantry phalanx had traveled more than a hundred meters.

The gunners of the six-pounder and eight-pounder gently touched the thin match rope on the gun door. After a few seconds, the fire flashed, and a huge cloud of white smoke immediately erupted from the front of the two cannons of different calibers, followed by a powerful

The recoil caused the artillery to retreat several steps.

The cannonball, which was thicker and longer than the bullet, was fired out and passed over the plains at a very slow speed, as if a person could hold it by just raising his hand and shaking it lightly.

The shell hit Mao Zi quite far away, stirring up a cloud of soil and flesh. The test gunner reported the data just now, and then adjusted it. For the second test, they first reported a series of shelling data before

I lit the fuse of the artillery. This time, the two shells still failed to hit Maozi, who was already very close to the 200-meter line.

The artillerymen once again reported the data. This time, everyone adjusted their angles based on the latest data. Within ten seconds, the artillerymen who had already blushed made the waiting artillery spray out fierce flames!

"Boom!"

The results of the eight-pounder cannon were much better than those of the six-pounder cannon. In one salvo, a dozen limbs and bodies flew into the sky, and their internal organs and blood exploded above like fireworks.

Mao Zi has only entered two hundred meters, which is not the best time for our muskets to fire.

Hippias was also using his loud voice to steady the soldiers holding their muskets. But here, the idiots fired first, and the two phalanxes in the first row fired in unison.

There are sawdust and wall dust everywhere here, and two unlucky guys were shot and fell to the ground.

I reined in the horse, which was frightened by the artillery, and shouted to the infantry on the front line: "Hold on!"

Two more infantry phalanxes came up. This time they fired from a distance of 170 meters. Several of us hiding behind the carriage were shot again. After that, Maozi fired one shot every ten meters.

, when they reached 150 meters, they simply stopped moving!

I only heard a thud. I didn't know why at first, but in the next second, I realized it. I broke out in a cold sweat. I looked nervously at my chest and looked at the dents on the armor. I shrank my neck. Damn it.

, this can be hit, did I start a group mockery today?

About a minute later, it was time for our artillery to roar again. The artillery shells ricocheted in the fur, sweeping out a row of gaps and causing a commotion. I exhaled softly. If our artillery hadn't caused even greater damage to the Russians,

The Maozi had to take turns firing their guns at 150 meters. Of course, after this shelling, the Maozi stopped playing and moved forward again!

"Gunshot ready!!!"

The shouts of the artillery commander echoed throughout the village.

"Musket flat end!"

After enduring for almost a minute and paying the price of more than ten people, it was finally our turn to open fire!

But it was not the best time yet. When I saw Maozi crossing 130 meters, I shouted: "Hold on!"

"The enemy is 110 meters away!" Hippias shouted.

"Hold on!" I still haven't given the order to fire. The closer the musket is to fire, the better, but today, I don't plan to fire at the thirty-meter line.

"Catch the enemy 100 meters!"

"Crack!"

Someone pulled the trigger too nervously, and then several more people shot out. Seeing that I couldn't stop this trend, I helplessly shouted: "Fire!"

A row of gunfire rang out and white smoke filled the army. The three battalions in the front row pulled their triggers. My ideal distance was 90 meters!

In the dense queue, some people were shot and fell into a pool of blood.

There were less than a hundred casualties in a single attack, but it doesn't matter, we still have a chance: "Tell the artillerymen not to fire after loading the ammunition!"

Sixty meters away, the soldiers had almost finished loading their ammunition.

“Russians!!!”

When my palms became sweaty, I heard a sharp shout from the Russian phalanx.

"charge!"

Just when I thought about swallowing my saliva, I heard Maozi yelling in fear: "Ula!"

Just like the moment when a sea wall collapsed, or like a flood released from a gate, just after shouting for a lifetime, hundreds of Russians rushed out like a raging sea.

"Meet the enemy at 40 meters!"

"Fire!"

This time, our muskets caused huge casualties to Maozi. The second the charging Maozi fired our muskets, some people were shot and wounded one after another. They fell to the ground three times in a row, and the red blood was like spraying.

She burst out like a spring and splashed around. Although comrades continued to fall around the officers and soldiers, Mao Zi still launched a formidable charge with awe-inspiring momentum.

"Artillery!" More than twenty meters away, I could even see the clear facial features of the Russians calling our artillery, "Fire!!!!"

The cannon roared, and for a moment, I couldn't hear anything. My eyes were filled with white smoke, and countless small particles flashed by, staying for a very brief moment, and then flew away into the distance at an extremely fast speed!

The screams echoed across the sky, and the Russians fell in a pool of blood.

"Romans!"

Holding the eagle flag, the officers on the front line drew their sabers.

"Kill all the Russians!!!"

"kill!"

A war cry broke out from our side, and we raised our bayonets under the carriage to meet the Maozi who kept climbing over the carriage. As he stabbed back and forth, the blood smeared the battle line like a Shura field.
Chapter completed!