However, all this is unmitigated bad news for Polis, the acting commander of the capital garrison who led the army all the way back. Because, as he looked out with a three-section telescopic telescope, all he could see was
The smiling Jinyang flag with a sea blue background is everywhere.
Whether it is the "tax collector" city wall in the outermost lower city, the looming Orleans (Duke) city wall in the outer ring area behind, or the occasionally towering old (Roman) city wall in the inner ring area; there are also the twenty-three-hole bridge towers
The Church of Our Lady of the Most High and the Holy Tower are all without exception.
Such a result also made Polis feel cold all over, his hands and feet were trembling, and he almost fell off his horse. He used all kinds of motivation methods to gather all the riding and transportation tools, and then gave up action.
The sluggish troops confuse the enemy, only to rush back day and night.
You must know that as several regiments under the Capital Garrison Corps, almost most of the officers, members of the non-commissioned officer corps, and their families and relatives have stayed in Seine City; they have acted as disguised hostages in a sense. Therefore, once the news of the fall of the royal capital
If it spreads, it will have terrible consequences.
Therefore, in the end, Polis swallowed the smell of blood that surged into his throat due to his excitement. He tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, and said to the people around him: "I have seen it all. There are still things in the city."
In battle, the king is waiting for our support."
"May God be my witness, all my colleagues, follow me and fight hard to kill the enemy and save the Holy One from danger." Then, he spurred his horse and whip and encouraged loudly: "Even if you have the title of earl, marquis or minister, you can create a family legacy.
The fief is right in front of you at your fingertips..."
At this moment, he could only deceive himself and firmly believe that the royal palaces with strong walls and fortresses in the city had not fallen yet. In this way, he could at least continue to gather these troops, rescue one of the royal family members, and retreat.
Go to the northern province and plan your funeral.
However, Polis adjusted its deployment on the spot, preparing to feign a frontal attack and attract attention while sending an elite force to take the opportunity to detour to the north of the city; and then wait for an opportunity to break into the right bank area to see if they could get close to the palace and create a response and
While meeting opportunities.
The city of Seine reacted in the same way. Along the avenues distributed in the ring-shaped city area, an army was launched with great fanfare and force, and took the initiative to advance towards the southern suburbs where Polis was located;
The Free Army has gained confidence in Yamato and will take the initiative to leave the city to meet the attack.
But the first to show off their power were the cannons attached to the city wall behind the enemy's rear; these were ten-pound and fourteen-pound long-barreled field cannons that were not incorporated into the city because they were too heavy and huge, and there were also thirty-two-pound
The siege guns/mortars competed to be the first to emit large clouds of smoke and fire.
Just a few breaths later, a series of scorching ball bullets with a faint arc trajectory bombarded the ground near the garrison; even the archers and crossbowmen who were changing their marching column and launching an attack formation exploded in an instant.
, large areas of soil and human body fragments were spattered.
Amidst the screams and screams of men and women, the garrison regiment, as the first to suppress the shooter companies, has become incomplete and scattered in the dodge and escape formation. At this time, facing the enemy array approaching quickly,
Immediately afterwards, he launched an attack.
As these musketeers wearing breastplates and round helmets raised their loaded long muskets diagonally in rows, and roughly reached a line with the sergeants raising flags for alignment, then with the sudden stop of the drum beat,
They competed to shoot out scorching hot lead pellets like raindrops, and shot them far across the enemy formation on the opposite side.
As if after a short delay and stagnation, puffs of blood mist exploded one after another in the garrison line on the opposite side, as well as broken limbs, bursting organs, and splashed brains; as the cutting
The rice plants generally scrambled for the fallen corpse, and a jagged gap appeared.
In the blink of an eye, several companies of the Imperial Army were attacked by oncoming artillery fire and volley fire before even being able to expand their formations. They were completely dispersed or defeated on the spot. At this time, a group of companies armed with large curved shields and short rifles
The half-armored soldiers with spears finally pushed up from both sides.
This is the few backbone and backbone troops in the garrison in the capital region; the strong shield regiment formed by the exiles from the Western Empire of all generations. As they quickly filled the front line, they also temporarily contained the front line.
The disintegration trend of the shooter company spreads.
The thick shield not only blocked them from most of the bullets fired from the fire cannons a hundred meters away, but also protected the remaining shooting companies. Under the spurs and scoldings of the supervising officers, they regrouped into a single line.
The irregular horizontal formation was fired back impatiently.
However, at this time, the second and third rounds of shelling on the distant city wall followed closely. This time, at least twenty or thirty shells fell into the filled-up front array; one after another they grazed the ground and then
The flying iron balls smashed the shields and soldiers without any hindrance.
It continued to tear apart, penetrate, and knock over many soldiers. In the blink of an eye, twists and turns of bloody passages were opened in the dense array of people. The remaining large shield soldiers continued to try to regain their strength.
While filling the gap, attacks from the opposite side followed.
They were rising Hale rockets one after another, like huge rockets as thick as a bowl and as tall as a person, trailing twists and turns of smoke; at a speed that seemed slow but was extremely torturous, it carried a terrifying sound.
With a sharp roar, one after another they hit the back of the large shield formation.
The continuous roar of explosions and the sizzling sound of flames splashing and burning almost spread to the rear of the large shield soldiers, and more than a dozen full companies were ready to go; the rolling air waves overturned them, blew them away and scattered them, or
He was burned by the splashing flames and ran around in panic.
At this time, the dark blue and silver-white front line formed by the Free Army Musketeers on the opposite side also rushed to a distance of more than ten meters flawlessly to the beat of the trotting drums; and then with a sudden burst of brushes.
There was a pause, and dense lead pellets burst out.
This time, the curved shields that the large shield soldiers relied on as a means of protection could no longer withstand them; they were immediately hit by debris in front of them, causing them to retreat step by step, or fall to the ground stiff and bleeding.
However, the large shield soldiers exposed on the inside rushed out with their spears without hesitation.
Like randomly growing tree branches crisscrossing each other out of thin air, some Free Army musketeers who struck too hard and stood too close to each other suddenly penetrated. However, immediately after these blue-clothed musketeers, a cloud of sparks suddenly flew out.
The sphere; exploded with a roar among the shield soldiers.
But this time, these large shield soldiers who had always shown perseverance and never retreated finally couldn't bear the power of the bombing. They lost command and order on the spot and became chaotic. In the blink of an eye, they were drowned by the blue-clad muskets.
The soldiers were arrayed, their bayonets raised like a forest.
Therefore, a few hours after the head-on battle began, the dynasty army/capital garrison led by Polis was defeated on the front line, and a deep depression hundreds of meters wide appeared. This sudden turn of events
The unfavorable situation was beyond Polis's expectation and judgment.
He even regretted that, in order to deter the enemies on the southern front and to increase the marching speed, he did not bring the artillery that he was quite comfortable with. Otherwise, even if the range and power were not as good as the enemy's heavy artillery, it would still be possible.
Contain and disrupt enemy offensives.
Therefore, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only give the order decisively: "Blow the trumpet and let several militia cavalry from upper and lower Normans, as well as Picardy's warrior regiment and squire cavalry attack from the left and right wings respectively to conduct roundabout containment and support, and wait for opportunities."
A flank attack on the enemy's rear column."
"The order is sent, the Grand Gascon Regiment and the Pyrenees Frontier Volunteer Regiment enter the center battlefield in a scattered formation, preparing to meet the impact of long-range firearms; the Eveline Regiment, Essonne Regiment, Devoise Regiment, Horse
The Enburg Regiment bypassed the center line of the battlefield and followed the cavalry to attack from both wings..."
At this moment, he put aside his worries about gains and losses before, and quickly dispatched the few troops under his command other than the guards who were capable of war exploration and good at fighting. After all, once the rescue of the royal capital failed, he would not
Keeping these troops is of no use.
On the contrary, he can invest the maximum amount of effort in the shortest time, and maybe there will be a turning point. Just like in his early years, he was active in the city of Seine, in public and underground casinos, earning tuition and living expenses in various capacities.
Generally speaking, one throws down the sieve without hesitation.
Then, it is up to God to decide his final fate. However, this time it is not just the result of an accidental mistake, being threatened and intimidated by the casino thugs, being beaten and thrown out covered in blood. It is also the result of his own life and future, and
There is only one last step left to finally revitalize the family business.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of his old lover Joseph; she was still Madame Beauharnais at that time, and he was thrown into the street covered in blood. When he got up again, he almost hit her carriage; and from this,
This forged a series of entangled bad relationships and disputes.
Then, Polis couldn't help but think of the encounters he had experienced at the invitation of those palace ladies, which seemed to be extremely fragrant, magnificent and strange like a dream. However, the exclamation that suddenly sounded around Polis also took him away.
From the brief reverie, the responsibility of bringing reality comes.
"Left wing, our left wing has been broken through by an unknown enemy..." Rui Desai, one of Polis's subordinates and the flag officer of the legion who was born in a minor nobleman, shouted to him in a low voice: "According to the
Signal language, the Normandy militia cavalry was attacked by the enemy cavalry."
However, before Polis could make a decision, he saw the spreading chaos appearing in the newly unfolded battle line on the left wing. The weak connection between the Dewaise Regiment and the Marnburg Regiment, which was preparing to attack,
It has been killed by a heavily armored knight.
Although these heavily armored knights looked like they numbered only a few hundred, they were like a red-hot blade cutting into butter as they clashed between the Dewaise Regiment and the Marnburg Regiment.
He was unable to block or resist for a moment before he was easily knocked away, kicked over and trampled on.
In addition to the traditional riding spears and cutting swords, they didn't even need overly complicated weapons. After piercing and knocking away several infantrymen, the heavy armor of the men and their horses was like a rampaging heavy hammer;
Easily smash and smash the resistance groups in its path.
Then, like one wave after another, light-armored retinues/half-armored cavalry came rushing in. They were armed with long sticks, hammers, sabers, and short barb spears, just like the grassland warriors of the Eastern Nomadic Khanate, in small groups.
Youyou chased them, rushing through small groups of enemies and strangling them to death.
The armor on those heavily armored knights was so solid that through the telescope, Polis could see that they were easily broken on horseback, destroying spears and halberds one after another, even if some fragments were embedded in them.
He pulled it out without hesitation and still fought without any problems.
Even some knights seemed to be shrouded in a looming invisible aura; and those long-range arrows and sneak attacks from under the horse easily bounced away... Therefore, he could fully imagine that those who had attacked before