"I don't even know what kind of battle this is!" A bearded General Susas slammed his military cap into his other hand.
He looked at his left wing that was about to collapse angrily, and cursed loudly and depressedly: "Are you all stupid pigs? Are you all stupid pigs?"
He pointed at a legion that was about to collapse, and his angry voice made all the officers around him lower their heads: "A legion was beaten by 500 enemies and lost three lines of defense! The troops in Beiling were only one-third of ours. One, the result is now that we are defending and they are attacking!"
"That guy Fischereau... actually attacked first... Did he see that our reinforcements are about to arrive?" The Sussus general looked at the collapsed defense line in the distance and said to himself. .
His adjutant stood beside him and persuaded: "General! Although we are very passive here, didn't the messenger sent by General Tucci yesterday say that as long as we entangle Fisherow, don't let him escape? That’s it.”
They assembled an army of 10,000 troops in North Ridge, while Fischereau only had 1,500 men. Under attack from both sides, Fischero was bound to lose.
In this case, they just need to hold on and not be defeated by Fischereau first. As long as Fischereau cannot defeat them all, his Northridge Corps will have no choice but to surrender.
"Besides, it's not that our army is incompetent...the weapons of Fischereau's troops...are indeed fishy!" When the adjutant said this, his tone was full of resentment.
They had been fighting with Fischerot's troops all morning, so they naturally knew why Fischerot's troops were so violent.
The weapons held by these troops were not the familiar Cyric flintlocks. What they held was obviously a brand new weapon.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
As soon as the troops from both sides came into contact, the opponent's firepower density advantage was revealed. A storm of bullets has prevented Susas's troops from catching their breath until now.
Their first line of defense, an entire legion, was soon unable to withstand it, and was completely defeated by Fischereau.
After finally stabilizing their position, Susas' troops had just established a defensive position when Fischereau's troops turned their guns and attacked Susas's left flank.
The opponent concentrated a battalion of troops to attack fiercely forward, and had a local artillery advantage. Susas's troops were quickly defeated again.
From the beginning of the battle until now, the Susas troops, who were originally preparing to attack, have been engaged in defensive battles, and they have been engaged in a defensive battle that collapsed all morning.
They had lost thousands of men, especially the left wing, which was basically stunned. As long as they see Fischereau's wolf flag, these Susas troops will subconsciously retreat without even daring to struggle.
As a result, Susas's troops retreated 2 kilometers back, struggling with the loss of more than 1,000 men, dragging Fischereau's troops into the rhythm of a war of attrition.
Fischereau was also very anxious. He promised Tang Mo that he would end the battle on the main battlefield as soon as possible, and then lead his army south to join Tang Mo to meet the enemy's reinforcements coming from the southeast.
However, the Susas troops in front of him collapsed at the first touch. They ran a few hundred meters away and began to reorganize. This was a situation he did not want to see.
He had no choice but to fight a battle of annihilation with his troops and mobility. He could only watch Susas' troops retreat again and again.
He was also helpless at this time, because the opponent's combat effectiveness was obviously not high, so he didn't even have the courage to stop and fight to the death. This led to a serious problem. Fischereau's troops could not win in a short time, so they had no way to support Tang Mo.
"If that still doesn't work, then transfer 200 people from our left wing to support Tang Mo!" Fisherow gritted his teeth and ordered the officers around him.
The officer was horrified after hearing such an order, and immediately spoke to persuade: "Sir, if we divide our troops again, we may not be able to maintain the current offensive."
One of the main reasons why they were able to defeat the army of the Kingdom of Susas in front of them was that they maintained an offensive posture and kept the opponent's troops in a state of retreat and transfer.
In this way, Susas' original advantage in the total number of artillery pieces cannot be brought into play, which also allows the needle gun to maximize its advantages in close combat situations.
But if their attack stops and the opponent calmly adjusts their deployment, the numerical advantage in artillery will be reflected, which will be even more passive.
"After a fierce battle all morning, the soldiers' physical strength is a bit tight. Coupled with the losses, we are also under great pressure." Another officer worriedly advised Fischerot: "We have already lost seven people. There are eighty people... plus the wounded, it’s already difficult to continue the attack.”
"But, I promised Tang Mo." Fischero glanced at his daughter, who was standing next to him with a somewhat pale face, and said, "If there is a problem at Sanchakou, we will also lose."
"Now we can only hope that Tang Mo can support him a little longer. Anyway...he promised to stay there for one day. In one day, we are still sure to defeat the enemy in front of us!" Looking at the smoke on the battlefield, he spoke first. The officer who persuaded Fischereau gritted his teeth and continued.
"Alas..." Fischerot was a little irritable. After sighing, he focused on the battlefield: "Let the troops on the right wing continue to move forward! Try to completely defeat the enemy's left wing in an hour!"
"Yes!" An officer got on his horse and said, "I will personally supervise the battle! Give me one hour, and I promise to defeat the enemy's left wing!"
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"You are really... upright." Tang Mo covered his face helplessly as he looked at the row after row of Sussus soldiers who were almost in a marching state except that they were not carrying weapons.
As the upright boy of Beiling, Tiger lived up to expectations. He led 40 cavalry and actually blocked the defeated Susas troops, and then brought most of them back to Tang Mo.
Yes...bring, bring, come back...
The defeated troops commanded by 2000 Tucci were like frightened birds. They were blocked by Tiger on the way. Neither side engaged in battle, and the other side put down its weapons like a gentleman.
Yes, you read that right, these Sousas troops decided not to run away, they were tired... They handed over their weapons, and then several officers came forward and surrendered to 40 cavalry led by Tiger.
More than 20 carriages, more than 40 war horses, and almost 2,000 soldiers just laid down their weapons and surrendered!
Due to lack of manpower, Tiger, who had suppressed the Susas troops all the way back to find Tang Mo, only brought back more than 1,000 people.
Most of the remaining Sussus soldiers who surrendered took advantage of the chaos and ran away. Also due to lack of manpower, Tiger only brought back 30 cavalry...
The other 10 cavalrymen were left in place, guarding thousands of Cyric flintlock muskets, as well as military supplies such as gunpowder.
"My God, there is a legion of prisoners here now... We only have one battalion of soldiers." Weiss looked at the huge crowd of prisoners squatting along the road, waiting for new orders, and some couldn't believe his eyes.
Several Susas officers wearing gorgeous hats and swords hanging from their waists walked up to Tang Mo and handed the neatly stacked military flags to the winner.
"We failed! Sir! This is the honor you deserve." Officer Sussus, holding Tucci's flag in both hands, lowered his head and said, "Your tolerance will spread your reputation thousands of miles."
He was talking about Tiger allowing them to keep his sword as prisoners. After all, the feeling of defeat is not pleasant. If it can be respected, then the surrendering party will obviously feel more comfortable.
Tang Mo took the military flag and handed it to the attendant beside him with some depression. He looked at Tiger, then at Weiss and Redman, and said, "Because of Tiger's outstanding performance, now we can no longer spare our troops to help the Earl on the frontal battlefield."
"Sir." Tiger said awkwardly, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. He really didn't expect such a great victory, but he was doing a disservice.
"It's okay, Tiger, it's okay!" Tang Mo comforted the upright officer and said to Redman: "I'll leave the matter here to you. Let the 1st Company and 2nd Company keep an eye on these prisoners. The people of the 3rd Company Go and bring back those flintlocks and arms to count..."
"Ask the boy scouts to help, put away the cannons as soon as possible, pack up the luggage, and retreat back to the village at Sanchakou. Order the cooks accompanying the army to cook, and the soldiers will take turns to rest while ensuring that the prisoners are effectively guarded!" He said while pointing. Referring to the embarrassed Sousas officers: "Prepare some food for them too."
After the Susas officers left, Tang Mo continued to order Tiger and Weiss: "After the handover, let's take 30 cavalry and take a look at the battlefield on the count's side! Leave this to Red Man."
"Commander of the 3rd company, take my order and ask the 10 cavalrymen who are looking at the supplies to disperse! Make sure there are no large forces of Susas nearby... Don't cause trouble and pay attention to the reconnaissance! Do you understand?" After Tang Mo finished speaking, he He walked towards his war horse.
"Yes! Sir!" Redman nodded slightly, and then began to issue a series of orders and deploy manpower.
Tang Mo got on his horse and glanced at Tiger and Weiss who also got on their horses: "I hope the winner has been decided on the Earl's side."
"It's probably impossible." Tiger looked at the dark mass of prisoners not far away, and said with emotion: "You are fighting too fast here, and the Earl must not have decided the winner yet."
"Then let's go help! Let's taunt him by the way..." Tang Mo pinched the horse's belly and said, "It's still too slow to fight."
"Hahahaha!" Weiss laughed loudly and followed Tang Mo: "Look at Tiger, his face is turning red."
