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 through the three-section telescopic telescope, all he could see was the smiling Golden Sun Flag with a sea blue background.
Whether it is the "tax collector" city wall in the outermost lower city, or 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 so cold that his hands and feet began to tremble, and he almost fell off his horse. He used all kinds of driving methods to gather all the riding and transportation tools, and left behind the sluggish troops to confuse the enemy, just to rush back day and night.
You must know that as several regiments under the Capital Garrison Corps, almost most of the officers and members of the non-commissioned officer corps, 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 spreads, it will have terrible consequences.
Therefore, in the end, Polis swallowed the smell of blood that surged into his throat due to emotion. 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 before your eyes..."
At this moment, he could only deceive himself and firmly believe that the palaces with solid 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 to the northern provinces to plan for the aftermath.
However, Polis adjusted its deployment on the spot, preparing to attack head-on 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 converging opportunities at the same time.
The city of Seine reacted in the same way. Along the avenues distributed in the ring-shaped city, an army marched out 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 Dahe and will take the initiative to leave the city to attack.
But the first to show off their power were the cannons attached to the city wall behind the enemy; these were ten- 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 dull arc-shaped trajectory bombarded the ground near the garrison; even the archers and crossbowmen who were changing their marching columns and deploying to attack the formation. It exploded instantly, spattering large amounts of soil and human body fragments.
In the midst of the screams and screams of the people, the garrison, as the first to suppress the several shooter companies, has become incomplete and scattered in the formation of dodging and escaping. At this time, the enemy array that was approaching quickly in large strides also launched an attack without any time.
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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 hot lead pellets like raindrops, and shot them across the enemy formation from a distance.
As if after a short delay and stagnation, puffs of blood mist exploded one after another in the garrison line on the opposite side, along with broken limbs, bursting organs, and splattered brains; as the cutting Rice generally scrambled for the fallen corpse, and a jagged gap appeared.
In the blink of an eye, several companies of the Imperial Army were completely broken up or defeated on the spot by the oncoming artillery fire and volley fire before they could even expand their formation. At this time, a group of semi-armored soldiers holding large curved shields and short spears finally came up from both sides.
This is the few backbone and backbone troops in the garrison of the capital region; the strong shield regiment formed by the exiles from the Western Empire in the past dynasties. As they quickly filled the battle lines
, and also temporarily curbed the spread of disintegration of the forward front and shooter companies.
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 another The flying iron balls smashed the shields and soldiers without any hindrance.
It continued to tear apart, pierce, and knock over many soldiers without losing any strength. In the blink of an eye, twists and turns of passages filled with flesh and blood were opened in the dense array of people. While the remaining large shield soldiers were trying to fill the gap again, 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 extremely torturous, it carried a terrifying sound. With a sharp roar, they hit the back of the large shield soldiers array one after another.
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, 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 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 rushes. 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 tree branches that criss-crossed randomly out of thin air, they also immediately penetrated some of the Free Army Musketeers who were attacking and standing too close. However, immediately after these blue-clad musketeers, a ball of sparks suddenly flew out; it exploded loudly among the shield soldiers.
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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, and the bayonets raised were 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 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 along the artillery that he was quite comfortable with. Otherwise, even if the range and power are not as good as the enemy's heavy artillery, it can still contain and disrupt the enemy's offensive.
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 detours to contain and support, and wait for opportunities." Attack the enemy's rear column from the side."
"Command, the Grand Gascon Regiment and the Pyrenees Frontier Volunteer Regiment enter the center battlefield in scattered formations to prepare for the impact of long-range firearms; the Yin Fulin Regiment, the Essonne Regiment, the Devoise Regiment, the Marneburg Regiment Regiment, bypass the center line of the battlefield, follow the cavalry and attack from both wings..."
At this moment, he put aside his previous worries about gains and losses, and quickly dispatched the few troops under his command that were capable of surveying, capable of fighting, and good at fighting, except for the guards. After all, once the rescue of the royal capital fails, it will be of no use if he keeps these troops.
On the contrary, it is possible to put in the maximum effort in the shortest time, and maybe there will be a turning point. Just like he had been active in the city of Seine in his early years, in various public and underground casinos, earning tuition and living expenses in various capacities, he threw the sieve through without hesitation.
Then, it is up to God to decide his final fate. But, this time it’s not just
I accidentally missed it and was threatened and intimidated by the casino thugs. I was beaten until I was covered in blood and was thrown out. There is also his own life and future, and the 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 dreamlike encounters he had experienced under the invitation of those palace ladies. However, the sudden exclamation from around Polis also brought him back from his brief reverie to the reality of his duty.
"Left wing, our left wing was broken through by an unknown enemy..." Luyin 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 attacking Normandy militia cavalry encountered an enemy cavalry surprise attack."
[In view of the general environment,...
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 link between the Dewaise Regiment and the Marnburg Regiment, which was preparing to attack, had been penetrated by a group of heavily armored knights.
Although these heavily armored knights seemed to number 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 don't even need too complicated weapons. After piercing and knocking away several infantrymen, the heavy armor of the man and the horse itself is 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 rushed in. Armed with long sticks, hammers, sabers, and short barbed spears, they looked like the grassland warriors of the Eastern Nomadic Khanate. They were chasing after each other in small groups, rushing through small groups of enemies and strangling them to death.
The armor of those heavily armored knights was so strong that through the telescope, Polis could see that they easily broke and destroyed one spear after another on their horses, 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; the loss of long-range radiation and sneak attacks from under the horses easily bounced away... Therefore, he could fully imagine that those who had attacked before The final end of the vigilante cavalry.
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