The rebel troops who had engulfed the civilians had an absolute numerical advantage. They swarmed in overwhelmingly and whizzed away. However, after all, they were not a wave of undead corpses. Their terrifying numbers and majestic momentum crashed into Beyelan's army.
On the battlefield, the waves receded in an instant.
"Fire the bayonet!"
Griffith gave the order to the Ravenel Fusiliers Battalion to attack. The fusiliers lined up in formation, holding bayonets, and using the power of rushing down the slope, they stabbed their sharp bayonets together.
He entered the backs of a row of rebels and came out through the chest. The person who was stabbed fell down in the crowd before he could even scream, and his body twitched violently.
The soldiers holding flintlock guns had blood-red eyes, and they were gasping for air. When they heard the sergeant leading the team shouting loudly, they continued to charge forward with murderous eyes in their eyes.
They swept through the defeated enemy all the way, hundreds of bloody bayonets stabbed out like poisonous snakes, and heart-piercing screams followed. Thousands of rebels were driven around, and finally blocked together, and then
Gone like snowflakes beside the flames.
These fusiliers were prepared by Roland for Griffith. They were armed with the highest standards and strictly disciplined. Every soldier practiced shooting and bayonet fighting. Even with a few dozen steps, he could stab the target's heart, eyes, throat and other parts.
They can even maintain a queue during a fight. The only drawback is that most people haven't seen blood yet.
This problem no longer exists.
As soon as the rebel offensive was defeated, Griffith brought out these fusiliers and launched a bayonet charge with the other four battalions towards the retreating enemy.
"Commander, the enemy has been defeated," Midianmaiya reported to Griffith, "the soldiers can charge again at any time!"
The rebels were subjected to continuous bayonet assaults and volleys. No one dared to stay on the battlefield. The entire army howled and fled backwards. The other troops in Beyeland were ready to move, only waiting for an order from Griffith's command flag.
He launched an all-out pursuit.
"No, stop here," Griffith ordered, "raise your gun and fire."
The musketeers who had just stabbed hundreds of rebels to death stopped, formed a battle formation around him, raised their guns to their shoulders, and pressed down together.
Another round of intensive volleys of gunfire rang out. The fleeing rebels had already escaped some distance, but were shot down again in the blink of an eye.
Griffith immediately drew his sword and pointed back, ordered the troops to gather up, and returned to the low hill.
This is just the prelude to the Battle of Borodino. Next, not only the forces of Beyelan and the rebels, but also the combat forces of all parties will be thrown into the battlefield to start a fierce tug-of-war.
The commanders present were obviously aware of this. Except for a few pikemen who were cleaning the battlefield, most of the soldiers were withdrawn to the top of the low hill to strengthen their positions.
At 1:15 pm on April 15, the artillery and auxiliary troops led by Berthier finally arrived on the battlefield. Griffiths held 5 infantry battalions, 3 cavalry squadrons, 1 artillery team and more than a thousand auxiliary troops.
According to Griffith's deployment, the entire army stood on the favorable Borodino hill between the Denza River and the Verona Avenue, threatening the rebels' flanks. If the rebels dared to ignore this powerful position and continue to attack
East, Griffith will deal a devastating blow to the rebels' supply lines.
In order to facilitate command, the entire army established a temporary organization and assigned different positions:
The 1st Battalion is the Challon family infantry led by the second commander Lannes, deployed on the westernmost side of the low hill. The 2nd Battalion and the 3rd Battalion are the original Berthier column commanded by Russell and Warren Hayton and the local
The 4th Battalion was composed of supplementary troops, which in turn formed a continuous defense line with Lannes' troops. The 4th Battalion was on the east side of the low hill, sloping from the hillside towards the river bank. It was the army of La Morre House commanded by Ophelia.
All 10 6-pound guns of the artillery team were deployed on the top of the low hill and were used intensively under heavy cover.
Midianmeier led the fusilier battalion as a reserve to ambush behind the ridgeline of the low hill. In addition, in the open space between the low hill and the river bank, the cavalry reserve was gathered and led by Murat. Griffiths would
According to the development of the battlefield situation, decide which reserve team you will command to launch the decisive blow.
Griffith is also accompanied by Galadia, many students from Homemonworth and Neferti at the headquarters. Miss Elf has an elite brigade led by Harandil who may come to support at any time.
The battlefield was carefully chosen, extending along the gentle ridge of the Borodino hill, about a thousand yards long. On the left flank of Rana's guard there was a ferry and farmstead, surrounded by rectangular orchards, shrubbery, and hastily built breastworks.
, there is an abandoned castle of Lord Borodino in the center of the position, which was arranged and used as a headquarters. The open space in front of the castle is relatively flat, and the 10 6-pound guns placed there can straf the large battlefield ahead.
At 1:45 in the afternoon, the sound of rumbling footsteps like a stormy wave came from the north. Amidst the sand, dust and blood mist that had not yet subsided, 15,000 rebel soldiers were arranged into six imposing and huge phalanxes across the battlefield. Each phalanx was
A thick array with 50 rows and 50 columns, one yard apart from left to right and half a yard from front to back. The front is 450 meters wide and the depth is more than 225 meters.
On the front of the six large phalanxes are 5 rows of cuirass pikemen, equipped with 5-meter spears. There are also 4 rows of pikemen on both sides of the phalanx. In addition, there are a large number of musketeers and halberdiers deployed in the phalanx.
middle.
These soldiers were all wrapped in colorful floral cloth and satin on their armor. On this messy battlefield, they seemed like flowers blooming in the cold iron armor, spears and halberds.
"What did I see?" Galadia saw the rebels' attire clearly and thought she was confused. "Is this the attire of the army?"
"They looted the nearby towns after they captured them. The fabrics are very valuable," Griffith said. "If they weren't busy doing this, we wouldn't have caught up with them."
The 3-kilometer-wide phalanx army passed through the corpses of defeated soldiers without even looking at the wounded soldiers still struggling on the ground. In a short period of time, this army had densely occupied the entire area under the low hill.
Flat land.
They were divided into several waves. First, three phalanxes pressed up. Once they entered a distance of 60 yards, with a long sound of horns, the marching phalanx stopped, and more than a dozen squadrons of musketeers came forward.
The platoon fired a hail of bullets at Beyelan's army, scattering sand and gravel from the breastworks of the earthen ramparts.
"Hold still."
Griffith stared closely at the front line. Lana, Ophelia, and Russell were all controlling the troops. The soldiers hid behind the low wall and did not move, and even the artillery did not fire back.
After five rounds of shooting, these musketeers stepped back, and the densely packed spears in the large square array were raised upwards.
"attack!"
Immediately, the shouts of death shook the heaven and earth. The main force of the rebel spearmen let out wild shouts, and unexpectedly charged with all their strength towards the low hill.
They beat drums to cheer up, their voices were hoarse, and their momentum was astonishing. They came like forest spears and flags and black clouds, even changing the color of the wind and clouds. The defenders behind the low wall were in commotion.
Griffith raised his hand and waved, "Fire!"
The commanders of each battalion and artillery team had been waiting for this order for a long time. All the artillery had already been calibrated for firing range and loaded with ammunition.
The moment the rebels rushed to forty yards in front of the infantry parapet, the artillery team that had not fired suddenly roared in unison, and all the musketeers stood up to fire.
Ten cannons facing the direction of the enemy's attack volleyed out dazzling flames and smoke into the sky. The dense red pellets and terrifying chain bombs roared towards the densely packed crowd, like a black rainstorm.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and wherever the bullets hit, they plowed open ditches of bloody flesh. The dense explosions even tore a sound gap in the air!
The rebel soldiers surged forward like a tide. The low breastwork was so close that they could climb over it with bare hands. In an instant, rows of soldiers had their heads chopped off, their bodies torn apart, and their limbs torn off.
The wounded had not even fallen down, and before they had time to scream, the soldiers behind them were covered in broken flesh and bloody foam from their shattered corpses.
"Load!"
"volley!"
Fierce fighting was taking place everywhere on the front. The rebels in many places were suddenly shot at by shotguns and lead bullets, and the whole area was wiped out. They hit a metal wall and were shot at very close range.
He was beaten until his blood was everywhere.
Continuous loud noises and patches of fire filled the battlefield, and large clouds of white smoke enveloped the gun positions and low walls. Griffiths, who was at the command post, soon lost sight of the front line.
He could see pikemen taking action in some places, and musketeers retreating in some places.
Most of the infantry here are formed with the militia as the core, and it is unknown how tough they will be in actual combat; to control the variables on the battlefield, they must inflict a large number of casualties in a short period of time and force the rebels to flee.
"Have the rebels been defeated?" Griffith asked Galadia beside him in a low voice, unsure of himself.
Miss Elf looked unhappy and shook her head.
"The rebels are in disarray, fighting our spearmen in some locations...wait, there's something out there!"
She seemed to see through the smoke and saw something extremely cruel and crazy. As soon as she finished speaking, an illusory and clear picture appeared in Griffith's mind——
At the rear of the rebels, some people in black robes gathered together and actually activated some kind of magic circle. Immediately afterwards, a large number of people lined up and began to walk into the magic circle. Their expressions were stupid and blind.
The light that touched the core of the magic circle dissolved like wax.
This is some kind of sacrifice!
Griffith's heart suddenly beat violently. He saw that the light group at the core of the magic circle was dyed light red, and then turned deep red. At the end, it suddenly showed a breathtaking dark red blood color, like a
It was beating violently like a heart that had been dug out of the chest.
The outline of the object in the light group has become increasingly clear. Even if its shape has not yet appeared, there is still a suffocating pressure that is about to emerge!
"Griffith Griffith!"
Sonia, who had been observing the battlefield, hurriedly called to her knight: