The rebel troops who had trapped the civilians had an absolute numerical advantage, and they swarmed in overwhelmingly and roared away. However, they were not a wave of undead corpses after all. Their terrifying numbers and majestic momentum crashed into the position of Beyelan's army and retreated in an instant.
"Fire the bayonet!"
Griffith gave the order to the Ravenel Fusiliers to attack. The fusiliers lined up in formation, bayonets in hand, and using the power of rushing down the slope, they plunged the sharp bayonets into the backs of a row of rebels and came out through the chests. The stabbed man fell down in the crowd before he could even scream, and his body twitched violently.
The soldier holding the flintlock rifle had blood-red eyes and was breathing heavily. When they heard the sergeant leading the team shouting loudly, they continued to charge forward with murderous eyes.
They swept through the defeated enemy all the way, hundreds of bloody bayonets thrust out like poisonous snakes, and heart-rending screams followed. Thousands of rebels were driven around, finally blocked together, and then disappeared like snowflakes beside the flames.
These fusiliers were prepared by Roland for Griffith. They were armed to the highest standards and strictly disciplined. Each soldier practiced shooting and bayonet fighting. Even with a few dozen steps, he could stab the target's heart, eyes, throat and other parts. Even maintaining the queue while fighting. The only drawback is that most people haven't seen blood yet.
This problem no longer exists.
As soon as the rebel offensive was defeated, Griffith took out these fusiliers and launched a bayonet charge with the other four battalions towards the retreating enemy.
"Commander, the enemy has been defeated," Midianmaiya reported to Griffith, "The soldiers can charge again at any time!"
The rebels were subjected to continuous bayonet attacks and volleys. No one dared to stay on the battlefield, and the entire army howled and fled backwards. The rest of Beyeland's troops were ready to move, and they only waited for an order from Griffith's command flag to launch a full-scale pursuit.
"No, that's it," Griffith ordered, "raise your gun and fire."
The musketeers who had just stabbed hundreds of rebels to death stopped, formed a battle formation around him, raised their guns to their shoulders, and pressed down together.
Another round of intensive volleys of gunfire rang out. The fleeing rebels had already escaped some distance, but were shot down again in the blink of an eye.
Griffith immediately drew his sword and pointed back, ordered the troops to gather up, and returned to the low hill.
This was just the prelude to the Battle of Borodino. Next, not only the forces of Beyelan and the rebels, but also the combat forces of all parties will be thrown into the battlefield to start a fierce tug-of-war.
The commanders present were obviously aware of this. Except for a few pikemen cleaning the battlefield, most of the soldiers were withdrawn to the top of the low hill to strengthen their positions.
At 1:15 pm on April 15, the artillery and auxiliary troops led by Berthier finally arrived on the battlefield. Griffith held 5 infantry battalions, 3 cavalry squadrons, 1 artillery team and more than 1,000 auxiliary soldiers.
According to Griffith's deployment, the entire army stood on the favorable Borodino hill between the Denza River and the Verona Avenue, threatening the rebel flanks. If the rebels dared to ignore this powerful position and continue eastward, Griffith would deal a devastating blow to the rebel supply lines.
In order to facilitate command, the entire army established a temporary organization and assigned different positions:
The 1st Battalion is the infantry of the Charon family led by the second commander Rana, deployed on the westernmost side of the low hill. The 2nd and 3rd Battalions were composed of the original Berthier column and local reinforcements commanded by Russell and Warren Hayton, and formed a coherent line of defense with Lannes' troops in turn. The 4th Battalion is on the east side of the low hill, sloping from the hillside towards the river bank. It is the army of Larmore House commanded by Ophelia.
All 10 6-pound guns of the artillery team were deployed on the top of the low hill and were used intensively under heavy cover.
Midianmaea led a battalion of fusiliers as a reserve to lie in ambush behind the ridgeline of the low hill. In addition, in the open space between the low hill and the river bank, the cavalry reserve was gathered and led by Murat. Griffith will decide which reserve force he will command to launch the decisive blow based on the development of the battlefield situation.
Griffith is also accompanied by Galadia, many students from Homemon Watts and Neferty are in the headquarters. The elf lady has an elite brigade led by Harandil who may come to support at any time.
The battlefield was carefully chosen and ran along the gentle ridge of the Borodino hill for about a thousand yards. On the left flank of Lanner's defense there was a ferry and farmhouse, surrounded by rectangular orchards, bushes and hastily built breastworks. In the center of the position was the abandoned old castle of Lord Borodino, which was arranged to serve as a headquarters. The open space in front of the castle is relatively flat, and the 10 6-pound guns placed there can straf the large battlefield ahead.
At 1:45 in the afternoon, a rumble of footsteps like a stormy wave came from the north. In the still-yet-subdued sand, dust and blood mist, 15,000 rebel soldiers were arranged into six imposing and huge phalanxes across the battlefield. Each square array is a thick array with 50 rows and 50 columns, one yard apart on the left and right, and half a yard on the front and back. The front is 450 meters wide and the depth is more than 225 meters.
On the front of the six large phalanxes are 5 rows of cuirass pikemen, equipped with 5-meter spears. There are also 4 rows of pikemen on both sides of the phalanx. In addition, there were a large number of musketeers and halberdiers deployed in the phalanx.
These soldiers were all wrapped in colorful floral cloth and satin on their armor. On this messy battlefield, they seemed like flowers blooming in the cold iron armor, spears and halberds.
"What did I see?" Galadia saw the rebels' attire clearly and thought she was confused. "Is this the attire of the army?"
"They looted the nearby towns after they captured them. The cloth is very valuable," Griffith said. "If they weren't busy doing this, we wouldn't have caught up with them."
The 3-kilometer-wide phalanx army passed through the corpses of defeated soldiers without even looking at the wounded soldiers who were still struggling on the ground. In a short period of time, this army had densely occupied the entire flat land under the low hill.
They were divided into several waves. First, three square formations came up to press. As soon as they entered a distance of sixty yards, with a long trumpet sound, the marching phalanx stopped. A dozen squadrons of musketeers walked to the front row and fired a hail of bullets at Beyeland's army, destroying them. The breastworks of the earthen ramparts were hit with sand and gravel flying everywhere.
"Hold still."
Griffith stared closely at the front line. Lana, Ophelia, and Russell were all controlling the troops. The soldiers hid behind the low wall and did not even fire back.
After five rounds of shooting, these musketeers stepped back, and the densely packed spears in the large square array were raised upwards.
"attack!"
Immediately, the shouts of death shook the heaven and the earth. The main spearmen of the rebels let out wild shouts of mountains and tsunamis, and unexpectedly charged with all their strength towards the low hill.
They beat the drums to cheer up, shouting at the top of their lungs, and their momentum was astonishing. They came like a forest of spears and black flags, overwhelming the sky and even changing the color of the wind and clouds. The defenders behind the low wall were in commotion.
Griffith raised his hand and waved, "Fire!"
The commanders of the battalions and artillery units had been waiting for this order. All the artillery had already been calibrated for firing range and loaded with ammunition.
The moment the rebels rushed to forty yards in front of the infantry parapet, the artillery team that had not fired suddenly roared in unison, and all the musketeers stood up to fire.
Ten cannons facing the direction of the enemy's attack fired dazzling fire and smoke into the sky. The dense red pellets and terrifying chain bombs whizzed towards the dense crowd, like a black rainstorm.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and wherever the bullets hit, they plowed open ditches of bloody flesh. The dense explosion even tore a sound fault in the air!
The rebel soldiers surged forward like a tide. The low parapet is so close that you can climb over it with bare hands. In an instant, rows and rows of soldiers were decapitated, their bodies torn to pieces, their limbs torn off. The wounded had not even fallen down, and before they had time to scream, the soldiers behind him were covered in broken flesh and bloody foam from their shattered corpses.
"Load!"
"volley!"
Everywhere along the front there was fierce fighting. The rebels in many places were suddenly shot at by shotguns and buckshot thrown head-on, and the whole area was wiped out. They hit a metal wall and were beaten to pieces at extremely close range.
Continuous loud noises and patches of fire filled the battlefield, and large clouds of white smoke enveloped the gun emplacements and low walls. Griffith, who was at the command post, soon lost sight of the front line.
He could see pikemen taking action in some places, and musketeers retreating in some places.
Most of the infantry here are formed with militia as the core, and it is unknown how tough they will be in actual combat; to control the variables on the battlefield, they must inflict a large number of casualties in a short period of time and force the rebels to flee.
"Have the rebels been defeated?" Griffith asked Galadia beside him in a low voice, unsure of himself.
Miss Elf looked unhappy and shook her head.
"The rebels are in disarray, fighting our spearmen in some places...wait, there's something in there!"
She seemed to see through the smoke and see something extremely cruel and crazy. As soon as he finished speaking, an illusory and clear picture appeared in Griffith's mind——
Behind the rebels, some people in black robes gathered together and actually activated some kind of magic circle. Immediately afterwards, a large number of people lined up and began to walk into the magic circle. Their expressions were foolish and blind, and when they came into contact with the light at the core of the magic circle, they dissolved like wax.
This is some kind of sacrifice!
Griffith's heart suddenly beat violently. I saw that the light group at the core of the magic circle was dyed light red, and then turned into deep red. At the end, it suddenly showed a breathtaking dark red blood color, beating violently like a heart that had been dug out of the chest. .
The outline of the object in the light group has become increasingly clear. Even if its shape has not yet appeared, there is still a suffocating pressure that is about to emerge!
"Griffith Griffith!"
Sonia, who had been observing the battlefield, hurriedly called to her knight:
"Level six psychic ripples detected,
"It's a demigod existence!"
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