() The two long and thin lines were soon divided into two, and a huge gap opened to the rear of the cuirassier battalion, which was gradually picking up its horse speed. The way for them to launch a charge was already open. As long as they launched a charge, the entire

The short battle will determine the outcome immediately!

No, today's battle was decided when we walked thirty meters away!

In two salvos, the hit rate of more than 900 flintlock muskets was over 45%. It was visually estimated that the Polish casualties would exceed 500. If they were trained regular troops, the 500 casualties would still be on the scale of 4,000.

within the acceptable range of the military.

But it was expected that a group of serfs and farmers who had just walked out of the farmland, as well as the citizens who were bragging and spanking on the street the day before yesterday, and the domineering nobles could accept the reality of suffering more than 500 casualties in a few seconds like the regular army.

This is simply impossible. In the early days of the American Empire's war, the Thirteen Prefectures

Didn't the Li Army often collapse in two rounds of battles at the 80-meter line by the British Empire's lobster soldiers, and then be defeated by the cavalry and infantry's tactics to the point where they couldn't even recognize it?

The popularity of the Poles today is worse than that of the thirteen colonial states that were exploited by the British back then. In addition, I sprinkled a piece of gold and silver in front of their marching route.

Hey hey hey!

Why the army never distributes the spoils of war before the end of the war? Isn't it because they are afraid that rich people will spare their lives? There are many examples of the old scumbag's wars. After the Green Cult sacked the Anatolian city, they became timid and preachy.

.Thanks to Dori's looting here, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to spend so much wealth to break the Polish people's will to fight.

A Polish man was stabbed into the ground with a knife, and a piece of dirt flew up at his feet. I looked up and saw Polish men with guns walking out in twos and threes in the distance. They raised their rifles and were about to shoot towards me.

I twitched the corner of my mouth with a wry smile. I was wearing a bright red robe and holding a conspicuous eagle flag. These two things basically caused a large-scale group taunting on the battlefield. Now someone was concentrating their firepower to start a group taunt.

I'm really asking for trouble. I just don't know if this stamped steel armor that the cheap dad got me can stop the Polish muskets from the last century at a distance of more than 30 meters.

Just as I was about to bend down to avoid the Polish people's aim, I heard a burst of gunfire. Someone actually shot before the Polish people. I looked back in shock, but it was my guards who took out their flintlocks before the Polish people.

The muskets were used to kill the Poles who came towards them in the rush, and then several people nervously crowded around and formed a human wall in front of them.

"Your Highness! Please be safe!" the guard shouted nervously. At this time, there were shouts of killing on the battlefield. I nodded, and then went to pull out my saber. The second I pulled out the saber, I found the body flowing out.

The blood inadvertently rippled.

The cuirassiers charge!

From jogging to speeding up the sprint, it took more than 40 seconds to cover more than 300 meters.

Before the charge, the two columns of cavalry were 70 meters apart before charging, and then slowly widened the distance until they were 100 meters apart as the speed increased.

A distance of 100 meters is only less than seven seconds of charging time. In the old man's cavalry reform, the golden distance between cavalry waves of charge is between 100 and 120 meters. Because in an actual war, two armies confront each other.

In a charge, if the cavalry is too close. If the first column cannot solve the enemy immediately or is solved by the enemy, and when the second column rushes up, they will still face their own comrades. The huge

The inertia of the attack will inevitably be greatly weakened, which is equivalent to a waste of an attack. A more reasonable use of cavalry charge rounds is that the distance between the two teams of cavalry is about 100 meters. After the first row attacks the enemy's formation, enough space is left for the cavalry behind.

and time, so as long as the cavalry is enough, no matter how strong the defense line is, it will be broken open, and the infantry following closely will be able to break into the enemy's position in one fell swoop and completely defeat the enemy with close combat!

"Long live Rome!!!"

Endless grass and dust were flying all over the sky, and the scarlet red tassels shook into a dazzling spray. Under the dazzling light of the eagle flag of the cavalry camp, countless shining sabers raised high dazzled the moment I raised my eyes, and I was confused.

My sight made people narrow their eyes involuntarily.

The horses of the cuirassiers are the best war horses. They are the trump cards prepared to rush out at the most critical moment of the battle. They are the most important bargaining chip to tilt the balance of victory to Rome. Therefore, each horse is extremely tall.

,

They are also extremely strong. A horse's height of 1.70 meters is only the most basic threshold. The height advantage will allow the horse's running kinetic energy to break through obstacles in front of it at the moment of charge. The taller the horse, the greater the collision force it will provide.

The soldiers are also the best soldiers, and the riders on horseback are all from Anatolia! Anatolia, a long-warred place, has been the front line against the pagans for hundreds of years. From 1400 onwards, it was the empire

It has always been a place where strong soldiers have been produced. Most of the legions with great military achievements are composed of Anatolians. Many of the empire's famous generals are from this area, like old scum, like Svi

Old man Athos, like Uncle Tzimischia, and even our Theofano family all have Anatolian blood flowing in their bodies! In fact, seven of the ten Roman emperors after his predecessor

He is an emperor with Anatolian blood flowing! War has become a part of life! And Anatolians in the imperial regiment mean bravery, loyalty, enthusiasm and bravery!

The iron hooves struck the cold ground endlessly, making a continuous rumble. The speed of the first column of cavalry had reached the extreme. The cavalry's dense wall-type charge formation, legs against legs, connected the horses running together.

Together, think about the scene of a roller coaster with a height of 1.8 meters and a front width of 80 meters, roaring towards them. This is the cuirassier of the empire, sweeping in with the momentum of crushing everything!

The next second, the cuirassiers swept in like a flood and slammed into the Poles with powerful inertia. Immediately afterwards, countless thrown human bodies flew to the rear and fell into the formation of the Poles further behind.

, and at the moment when they looked back in panic, the huge and connected horses were like a giant beast rushing out of the abyss. Every step forward would devour the Poles exposed behind them under their feet, and then crush them with their hoofs.

into smash!

The cold light of the saber shined in the icy sky, and countless flowers of blood bloomed instantly between the sky and the earth. The screams of fear were endless. However, the charge of the cuirassiers was not over yet. After the impact of the first row, the front of the second row of cavalry,

The lucky Poles knelt on the ground in despair, followed by the third column of cavalry!

The entire battlefield was in chaos. Three rows of cuirassiers were like surging waves, using their horses' hooves to crush the Poles blocking the road under their feet. This continuous wave hit one after another, repeatedly. I

At this time, he also took the opportunity to order the hunting cavalry to draw their sabers and cover them up.

Under attack from three sides, in less than a moment, the Poles threw away their armor, the second row ran back, the third row shouted "Escape", the fourth row threw away their landowners' wealth, the fifth row...

At our feet, the blood of the Poles made the entire battlefield look like hell.

Those who were clamoring to pinch our balls were now crying into one mass, scrambling to escape, trampling on each other, and blood spilled all over the battlefield. While chasing the prisoners, an officer held a man's head high above his head, and the blood was stained red.

Touched his cheek and heard him shouting heartily.

"Rome!"

Cheers like a tsunami came overwhelming!

"Long live!!!"
Chapter completed!