.One Hundred and Forty-one, the shopping mall in the battlefield

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This time, the attack was a temporary gathering of bandits, with more than one thousand cavalry alone. The Jushui Special Attack Team only dispatched more than 300 Japanese warriors riding horses, and the remaining part of the people are still maintaining public order in the market because they have no horses. As for those iron cockroaches... the magicians of the Naserel reinforcements are also very precious and cannot be easily consumed in this undecisive public security war.

In comparison of one to three forces, the Japanese warriors who were not good at riding only lasted for a moment and took advantage of the opportunity that their opponents had not yet formed a siege and left in a row-the bandits' horses were gnawing grass these days, while the Japanese warriors were able to provide the mount with concentrated feed mixed with beans and wheat. There was naturally a huge difference in the physical strength and speed of the war horses.

Then, the only obstacle between the bandits and the market was the only 1,500 infantry soldiers led by Feili.

The sound of horse hooves like rolling thunder came from a distance, the ground trembled slightly, and the dust spread over the sky, and the blade of the saber reflected light in the sun... Although more than a thousand cavalrymen were nothing in a large-scale battle, when it came to the battle, people still felt a rush of momentum. It seemed that everything would be crushed and flattened in the face of this rushing torrent.

If it were the Giant Bear Legion who had just arrived here, they might be frightened by this momentum. However, through the cruel war selection, this half-baked unit has been transformed in terms of personnel composition and mental outlook. Not to mention the long-standing native spearmen, even the few genuine Naserier soldiers did not have a pale face, stiff hands and feet, and even yawned bored. In recent days, they have fought such battles. Those who cannot adapt to the battlefield atmosphere either lie in the field hospital and are either humming or put in an urn.

The battlefield is indeed the place that can train people the most.

Looking at the quickly approaching enemy, Feili, who was floating in the air on a broom, snapped her fingers casually, and a rhythmic magic beeping sound immediately floated around him. With this signal, the low-level officers scattered in the team waved their arms and issued the first order in various languages.

"Raising spears in the front row! Putting the tower shield!"

The thin indigenous infantry struggled to fight against the tower shield that was taller than himself and fixed it in front of him with cast iron brackets. A cluster of spears stretched out from the holes reserved between the tower shields, and the tail ends were firmly inserted into the ground. From a distance, the sharp spear tip reflected a dazzling light, as if a city wall covered with sharp thorns was erected in an instant. He coldly showed the breath of death to the oncoming opponent.

The tower shield was popular in the classical era. It weighed more than 40 pounds and was originally used to form a dense turtle array that was not airtight and was beaten motionlessly. Due to the excessive load, the soldiers' movement speed was so slow that they could be comparable to the turtle. The turtle array was also named after this. If you want to attack or retreat quickly, you can only throw it away. If someone died in battle, you can also put the body on his shield and carry it back---before the knights appeared. The heroic words of the classical warriors were "either carry a shield to triumphantly or lie on it!"

Because the tower shield is expensive and too bulky, it is not conducive to mobile combat. It was basically eliminated as early as the Middle Ages of the Dark Land. At present, only some big cities occasionally equip some riot troop maintenance teams to form temporary blockades on streets near key departments. While trying to avoid killing, block the riots and parades.

When Xiangrui robbed the arsenals of colonial states along the way, he also flipped out these outdated things. Then he was stuffed in the bottom cabin and no one cared for it. Until during the market guard, it was difficult to arrange a thick enough spear array to block the cavalry. Only then did someone think of the old antiques in the bottom cabin again. In order to adapt to the changes in the times, all the tower shields were urgently applied with hardening potions and attached a layer of temporary bulletproof magic. Although it was not enough to resist the bombardment of shotguns, it should be barely enough to resist the flint rifle in a short time.

In fact, these tower shields are not suitable for indigenous spearmen. Because the Incas are generally short and unable to walk half a mile with the tower shield, they will be exhausted. Fortunately, the battlefield is not too far from the market where the stockpiling supplies is sold. There are also carriages that can be used for transportation. Moreover, Feili never planned to pursue and annihilate the enemy. Finally, there is no big problem for the time being.

The sound of horse hooves became louder and closer. Feili could clearly tell the opponent's crazy clamor. As the distance shortened, the light field guns behind the formation began to shoot flowering bullets at these cavalry. The continuous bombardment sounds from far to near. The scorching shrapnel penetrated the fragile**. In the dust raised by the horse hooves, bloody rain shot out.

However, these thieves gathered together were still fighting to the death. Among them were the Incas, Aztecs, Mayans, white immigrants from the Feren continent. There were half-elves and purebred elves. They had no friendship with each other. But they were hungry and forced to come together--every bandit knew very well. If they could not rob the market in front of them as soon as possible, they could only go from eating horse meat to eating human meat. Then they died in the wilderness on the verge of refugees, crows and wild dogs.

As for surrender... they are no longer qualified to surrender. Although the Naseril Empire did not have the tradition of opening the prisoners to open their stomachs and digging out their hearts to sacrifice, there was no custom of preferential treatment for prisoners of war. And unless it was a civil war with scattered soldiers, the Feren continental powers had a conventional way of dealing with the unorganized scattered soldiers--the enemy brigades in those established brigades need to attack the heart and divide them, and try to surrender; as for the scattered soldiers without threat, they all cut down and established their authority without leaving any way to survive!

As a former regular army, the horse thieves were very clear about the routine, so in despair they burst out with super-level combat power. After the defeat, they had become unorganized and undisciplined, but they still maintained basic military qualities. The loose formations they arranged were not conducive to breakthroughs, but they could effectively prevent the killing of shells. Although people kept falling down by the cannon and some were tripped by their companions' corpses, the riders behind quickly ran over their bodies and rushed forward with their sabers.

The three rounds of artillery bombardment of the field artillery only knocked down less than twenty cavalrymen. They were forced to stop bombardment because they were too close. The native spearmen curled up and hid behind the huge tower shield. The musketeers filled their spaces, stepped on benches or sandbags to set up muskets on the top of the tower shield, and began to prepare for firing.

Six hundred feet, five hundred feet, four hundred feet... Before entering the range, the scattered gunfire began to sound, and then it was connected. The horse thief was naturally unscathed---Although he had a certain degree of practical experience, these soft men still couldn't figure out how far the range of the weapons in his hands was. Even though a large number of officers were desperately drinking, the musketeer was disturbed by the approaching cavalry and the musketeer pulled the trigger too early.

There are not many muskets in this era that can be connected. After a bullet is fired, it is probably possible to load again when the cavalry rushes to the front. Therefore, experienced veteran cavalry like to attract opponents to fire at a distance, and then take the opportunity to approach and attack with sabers, pistols or javelins. This time, the horse thieves were in a mob, and they could not join forces to make such difficult enemy lures, but the giant bear army was considerate and "cooperated"!

It can be seen that even after a few short days of battlefield practice, these deserted militias in the colonial states who had no physical strength, no courage, no dedication, still did not completely evolve from soft eggs to tough guys, and their psychological quality still needs to be further improved...

Fortunately, this kind of situation in the street is not the first time. Feili has already taken remedial measures, and it is a very wealthy one. Since she stood still and did not need to consider physical strength, each musketeer carried three rechargeable spare guns on her back, and more were prepared on the carriage behind her.

Therefore, even though there are only a row of musketeers, the Giant Bear Legion can still build continuous barrage in front of the position and project pounds of lead particles in an instant.

Those horse thieves who were just laughing at the back of the tower shield were full of rookies. Now they can shut up because a metal storm that was overwhelming and was hitting them hard!

Amid the deafening roar, the muzzles of the four hundred muskets spewed out four hundred balls of white smoke, and then the next batch of four hundred rods, the third batch of four hundred rods... The continuous spray of choking smoke, like thick fog, enveloped the long array of tower shields. The scorching projectiles with a huge initial speed were even more like the sickle of the god of death. A terrifying death line was drawn in front of the position--within a two hundred feet of effective killing range, corpses of various postures were pillowed layer by layer. At a closer distance, the limbs torn by the lead bullets of the ferry flew around, plowing out flesh and blood gullies, and the people and horses formed a pile of meat and mud!

In this era of battles being a queue of shots, frontal attack is largely an arithmetic problem with people working hard to fight bullets. As long as the density of charge forces exceeds the density of suppressed firepower within unit time, a breakthrough can be achieved, and otherwise it will be repelled. Although terrain, magic, poison gas, fortifications, armor and traps and other combat methods can all add different variables to the equation. However, this arithmetic problem itself will not change in qualitatively - of course, there are still things that can completely overturn this equation. And there are many types: traitors, fake arms, waste soldiers, idiot generals... are all very common things!

Unfortunately, these things do not exist in the current battle, or at least they are not very obvious, so this arithmetic problem written in death must continue: if the barrage of the Giant Bear Legion can continue, there will be only a dead end to the cavalry when they come to the position. If the barrage is interrupted and the morale of the cavalry has not collapsed, then it will be the magic hardened tower shield to undergo the impact test.

Feili naturally hoped to get the previous result, but the musketeers were not machine guns after all. After all, the backup guns on their carry-on were fired, the suppression of firepower finally stopped. Then the cavalry of the team immediately seized the opportunity that the companion had exchanged for his life, and pressed up like a tsunami of rapid advancement.

The musketeers who had no time to load the guns were put away their guns and retreated in panic. The only thing that could stop the wave seemed to be the tower shield forest standing like a reef.

ps: outside of the word count

Generally speaking, the spear formation must at least five levels to perfectly restrain the impact of elite cavalry. The single-layer spear formation is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the cavalry impact. The Giant Bear Legion, as a fast reaction force that maneuveres a large range of battleships, cannot carry a large number of horses, and the scale of the troops cannot be large. It is destined to encounter the embarrassing situation of facing a large number of cavalry with disadvantaged infantry, so it must think of some strange moves.

Even after entering the age of firearms, if you can prepare high-intensity tower shields, it should still have a good effect in simple field defense operations. Moreover, if it is a landing war, you can also lay it on the mud and be used as a bridge, or float on the water instead of floating boards and lifebuoys. Before jumping to fight, you can also erect on the deck as a bunker to hide soldiers to resist the opponent's ferry guns or shotguns.

Do you think this idea is OK?
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