Not far away, we met several Russian cavalrymen holding sabers in the forest. After discovering the strength of our large army, these people were stunned for a moment. Some even rubbed their eyes, then yelled and turned around.

Turn over and run away.

"It's the Russians! They are the ones hunting us!" I could see it without Leon's reminder.

The closer you get to the battlefield, the more you can see the thick smoke rising into the sky, and the more Romans there are at a loss and in a daze, so the battlefield must be not far ahead. Those Russians who are not there undoubtedly heard

The group of people who first discovered me fled back together with the warning, leaving behind those soldiers of the Fifth Spartan Legion who didn't know what was going on.

"Go and tell the soldiers who have lost their courage that if they still have the dignity of a Roman, then pick up their weapons and join in again!"

Seeing the Chasseurs on the other side cooperating with the Poles to lift up the thick smoke, as if a large army was attacking from the side to block the Russians' retreat, I urged: "Speed ​​up!"

More than two thousand people immediately sped up and changed their direction midway. Not only that, we also killed a dozen Russian infantrymen who didn't know how they appeared here. We ran about three kilometers and passed the news from both sides.

The sound of the cannon was silent on one side, and I rode farther away from the large army.

Leon followed me and shouted: "Your Highness! Don't leave the army too far!"

I signaled him to stop talking, and then listened carefully. The sound of artillery in the west was gone!

I suppressed my surprise, turned around and shouted to Leon: "Give the order to the cavalry in the front row to switch to a three-column cavalry charge formation! Slow down!"

"Ah?" "Oh!"

Looking at Leon's leaving figure, I realized that he was not an orderly soldier. No matter what, it was enough to convey the order anyway.

The cuirassier battalion converted into a two-column cavalry charge formation while running. However, after the horses trotted continuously for such a long distance, and they had to run for another three or four kilometers, if they really launched a charge, their power would definitely be greatly reduced.

, but even if you want to show off, you have to show it off!

At about eleven o'clock, we broke out of a forest with not too dense trees and broke into the battlefield!

The smoke of gunfire blurred my eyes for the first time, and then a tragic scene entered my eyes.

The sooty black flag was swaying here and there, and the ground below was littered with corpses. The wounded were wailing among them, including soldiers of the Fifth Spartan Legion and Russians. Farther away, a large village appeared there.

The legionary eagle flag fluttering in the wind on the roof of a house shows that this place is controlled by the Romans. In front of the house, the muzzles of eight cannons are still emitting curling smoke. The small open space in front is more tragic than in the center of the plain.

The battlefield is even worse.

Seeing this, I felt relieved, and I understood why we met some Maozi infantry and cavalry one after another on the road. It seemed that the plain where the decisive battle was taking place was too small, so they deployed some troops to the surrounding woods.

More than a thousand meters across from the village, three rows of more than 800 Maozi cavalry and four cannons were facing them. They looked at our group of intruders nervously. There were far fewer cavalry than I thought.

Less, I thought they would have more than a thousand cavalry, but the presence of cannons was beyond my expectation. This should be deployed by the commander of the Russian army to make up for the lack of cavalry. It seems that Mao Zi can command the army alone.

The generals are not useless, at least this strong man still has the ability to cut off his wrists. Behind them, because I deliberately delayed the time, the Maozi infantrymen lined up in a square formation were quickly moving to the rear alternately.

At this time, news of the appearance of reinforcements had been conveyed to the villages and towns. The Fifth Spartan Legion, which was now trapped in the villages and towns, came out excitedly and seemed to want to pursue the whole team.

"Tell the Atalandi cavalry battalion to line up in three lines at a distance of 800 meters. If the enemy doesn't move, they won't move either. Let the Poles continue to run back and forth in the forest. If I don't send messengers over, they won't.

Stop! Infantry, escort the carriage into the village. Leon, you stay here and monitor the group of Russian cavalry! If there is anything unusual, tell me!"

After successfully scaring off the Russians, we took advantage of the situation and entered the village. Then I met Fat Hippias in the village.

The fat man was in a miserable condition. His chest and arms were covered in paint, and several bandages were wrapped around his head, but they still couldn't stop the bleeding.

When he saw me, his eyes were in a trance, he opened his mouth in emotion, and then he knelt on the ground and shed tears: "It's my fault! It's all my fault! I don't deserve to be a Roman, it was me who harmed my brothers.

"

"You want to cry, you can cry all you want after the war. Get up and give me all those who are still in your legion!"

Hippias was astonished: "Ah? Aren't you going to pursue us? Don't we have the main force nearby? Look at the momentum, there are no less than 20,000 people!"

"Twenty thousand people?" I pointed to myself and the group of people outside, "There are not twenty thousand people, but there are three thousand people."

Thanks to that fat guy Hippias, if he hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known that I had a weakened version of the skill that can kill a thousand with one horse.

If it were a portable system, then at this moment it should be that the legendary general Nikephoros Theofano (can grow), the Spartan muscle devil male bloodline is triggered, and he obtains special skills to make one against ten, under certain circumstances.

, one point of military strength can be turned into ten points, which can be upgraded. Every time a general upgrades one star, the rate of triggering special legendary skills increases by 3%. When the stars are full, the skill can be triggered again to equal a thousand!

Hahaha, I feel like I am becoming more and more general-like, and I can still complain about myself at such a critical moment.

"Gather your wounded soldiers together, cannons! Place the cannons on both sides of the cuirassier battalion for me! By the way, are there any prisoners?"

There were many half-dead Russian cavalry near the villages and towns guarded by the Fifth Spartan Legion. These people were hit by the cannonballs of the Empire's eight-pounder cannons and were lying on the ground groaning. Seeing this scene, I became more aware of my plan.

After a while, I found a few people who were still alive and tied some bandages on them, keeping them still useful.

It took us almost twenty minutes to gather the wounded. Through this time, I roughly understood the ins and outs of Fatty's defeat here.

The Russian army dispatched 60,000 troops from Minsk to rescue Kiev. Uncle Tsimischia cleared the countryside and moved southward by the strong wall before the Russian army arrived. The Russian general left 20,000 people in Kiev and continued southward with 40,000 people. We have just started.

He did a great job. Uncle Zhimiszia led the army in circles on the coastal highlands on the left bank of the Dnieper River. Either you block my supply line, or I block your supply line. Soon the Russians discovered their tradition of on-site supply.

The mode could not continue. The food they collected could not keep up with the speed of their consumption. Without food, Russia was helpless. However, a turning point soon appeared. There should be traitors on the side of our pig teammates, the Poles. The Russians were told that we

There is a large amount of food stored in Ulyanovka.

So they pretended to be in a hurry to find Uncle Tzimiszia for a decisive battle. Of course, Tzimiszia would not fight, so they continued to circle around. It was just that the Russians wanted to force our main force away from Ulyanno.

The further away from Fka, the better. The enemy's planned actions made Uncle Tzimischia accept Cleisthenes' proposal instead of retreating. At this time, Russia unusually retreated.

Just when everyone was optimistic about this and thought that this was a sign that the Russians would give up the fight and retreat, old man Kristini proposed that the entire army march to the right and march directly into Ulyanovka.

The Russians were like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and they overreacted to stop us. So old man Kristini saw through the enemy general’s intention. That night, Uncle Tzimiszia led the army on a forced march and walked at dawn the next day.

After traveling dozens of kilometers, they soon discovered to their surprise that Russia had sent a detachment to Ulyanovka.

But this is not the reason why the Fifth Spartan Army made Russia so exhausted here. Tzimiszia's forced march bit the hair that did not run too far. The main force's strength advantage forced them to outnumber them.

More than 10,000 Maozi relied on villages and towns to hold on. The period of time during which the Russian army commander rescued us gave us time to send orders to the south, burn them, and transfer all supplies. Uncle Tzimischia did not attack the Russian troops who were holding on.

As soon as the main force arrives, he will automatically relieve the siege.

Seeing that the attack on Ulyanovka failed, the more than 10,000 Maozi who had originally arrived became the people in the rear. Uncle Tzimiszia wanted to block the Maozi's retreat northward and let them starve to death here, so he sent

A legion restrained the rear legion, and he led the main force northward.

Hippias's Fifth Sparta stayed here as a delayer, and the deputy of the Russian general Vasily from Minsk who fought with them was the lover of the Russian Queen. Hippias didn't know who it was specifically. Anyway,

He thought he was a nobody.

So, after Vasily led the team to follow Uncle Tzimiszia's footsteps to the north, he, who was in charge of the rear, chose this rare and narrow battlefield in an attempt to defeat the 7,000-strong Fifth Spartan Legion.

There are 12,000 Russians who are superior. What happened is that the person responsible for delaying actually turned around and attacked the person who was about to attack over there.

Not knowing why, Hippias tried to use the Roman infantry with high morale to overwhelm the Russians not long after the war began. However, he did not expect that the Russians' charge was even more powerful. Four rounds of charges defeated the main infantry regiment, completely defeating Hippias.

In a bitter battle, in order to reverse the defeat, he invested the only two cuirassier battalions on hand to buy time for the remnants of the Fifth Spartan Legion to retreat into the village.

The cuirassier battalion was crippled, and Hippias reluctantly arranged it in the village. He made full use of the cannons at hand to bombard the Russian cavalry that kept attacking the village. There were many Russian cavalry, at least two thousand, otherwise Hippias would

This battle location was not chosen to trap the Russian cavalry. After being bombarded by artillery, only about 800 people on the opposite side were left.

Hippias's fighting performance is actually quite remarkable. At least he is very good at choosing the venue. There are many plains in southern Poland, but there are also many woods. He knows how to use the venue to restrict the Maozi cavalry, and his joints always know how to choose. I think

In fact, Fatty does have some abilities. But victory or defeat on the battlefield is often determined by a detail. Thinking of the Russian charge of more than 300 people, it almost overwhelmed more than a thousand of my men, and this guy's attack was almost twice as good.

The Russian troops took the initiative to attack and fought with Maozi with bayonets, probably seeking their own death. If nothing else happened, Maozi could completely wipe out more than 7,000 people in just one day of fierce fighting. Just because of the route I chose and the

During the march, they unexpectedly bumped into their battle, which added variables to this battle that Mao Zi must win.

The order was given for the artillery to be moved to the sides of the cuirassiers, and I asked: "Is the legion commander ready to take command of the battle again?"

"Commanding the battle? The Russians will not come back? After all, we are no longer able to pursue them."

"Maybe, maybe not. But I still think they will come back. After all, they are just a little bit close to eating the Fifth Spartan Legion!"

Hippias shook his head, seeming to be very frustrated: "I have lost so many people, and I have no shame in living anymore. Your Highness will replace me as commander, and let me become an ordinary infantryman and die fighting here."

"You can no longer serve as the legion commander and you feel that you no longer have the courage to live?" I felt a little ridiculous, but this does not prevent me from taking over the Fifth Spartan Legion. "I am interested in resigning from this position after the war and becoming a

My staff?"

The fat guy Hippias is very practical. As soon as he heard that I was recruiting him, he immediately gave up on his life. He directly asked me as the commander of the army, what should I do next as the captain of the ration squad who was more than three levels below him?

After asking about the inventory of artillery shells, I smiled and said: "What to do, of course we try to destroy the enemy's remaining cavalry and artillery!"
Chapter completed!