The Agri spearmen held their weapons in their hands and stared nervously at the rapidly approaching shadow under the smoke and dust on the opposite side, the Anatolian light cavalry, arguably the most feared enemy of the Europeans after the Mongol cavalry.

In Europe, even the powerful Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, known for its excellent cavalry, had to be cautious in the face of the Anatolian light cavalry, while Bohemia, which also had many cavalry, did not dare to let their cavalry appear in front of the Ottoman cavalry since the Battle of Varna in 1444 because of their cowardice towards the Ottomans.

Now, the Agri phalanx was going to face these cavalry, who claimed to be the most powerful cavalry in the world today, and this time there were no reinforcements.

The Anatolian cavalry were light cavalry, so their greatest advantage was their swift and agile maneuvers, rather than the terrifying impact of the French knights, and their well-trained cavalry skills allowed them to cleverly change direction at close proximity to the enemy, and then take advantage of the enemy's confusion to find a gap and break in

Now the enemy in front of them looked like a well-arranged phalanx, which was a bit bad for the cavalry, and even worse for the light cavalry, but the experienced light cavalry were not worried, and under the leadership of the officers who rushed ahead, with a sharp whistle with a special meaning, the Anatolian light cavalry began to slow down when they were about to approach the enemy almost 50 magic yards, they needed a little buffer, and also gave the enemy a "chance to relax".

When the cavalry rushed towards them, the tall horses and the sabers wielded were a cruel test for the defending infantry, and many battles did not necessarily end with bloody slaughter, and sometimes when the cavalry of one side rushed towards the enemy's infantry with an unstoppable momentum, the terrifying momentum like the top of the mountain had already shaken the spirit of the other side, and once this vacillation expanded, it was likely to infect the entire army.

Perhaps only a few people are afraid of war, but if this contagion breaks down a little, it may turn from the timidity of a few people to the rout of the entire army.

The Anatolian light cavalry had experienced many of these situations, which had allowed them to accumulate enough experience and tactics to rush at the enemy first with that terrible momentum as the end of the world, and then suddenly slow down at a very close distance when the opponent's mental tension was about to collapse, at which time the enemy's spirit would often be relieved from that dying tension, and this relaxation was often more terrible on the battlefield than a direct collapse.

Because it will dull their observation, and they will think that it is safer to be together, and even if the enemy begins to turn in front of their position to look for gaps, they will often be slow to react, or the luck of suddenly coming back from the line of life and death, will make them avoid engaging the enemy.

This was so much for the Anatolian light cavalry that they had developed their own tactics of intimidating the charge, and they only had to change direction after a dash of action, and they had the opportunity to find loopholes in the enemy formation that were inevitable due to panic and hesitation.

The cavalry officer's eyes were keen to look for flaws in the enemy's vaguely swaying formation, although they galloped on horseback, but the officers were very patient, and many years of experience made them know the advantages of the light cavalry and know their weaknesses, especially in the face of the infantry, the light cavalry actually took the same huge risk to force them to become like wolves at any time to look for the enemy's fatal flaws.

The gap between the two enemy phalanxes due to temporary movement attracted the attention of the cavalry officer, and although the enemy seemed to sense the problem and tried to remedy it, the brief gap had already fallen into the eyes of the Anatolian officer.

That was enough, and the officer gave the signal, and the cavalry, which had been running sideways along the line a few dozen yards away from the enemy, quickly diverted like a stirring stream, and then these numerous streams quickly merged into a raging river with great skill, and rushed towards the gap in front of the two Agri phalanxes of Montina's army.

The hussars did not need to face the enemy's infantry directly, and their task was to transform into a sharp knife roasted on the fire, cutting quickly and mercilessly into the cheese.

"Like a hot sharp knife cut into cheese", this is a description of the breakthrough of the enemy's position that was once vividly described in the book, and the creator of this description has long been unverifiable, and many people do not even know that there was such a saying, but now the Ottoman cavalry officers have the same similar feeling at this moment.

Until an earth-shattering burst of gunfire came from the front.

The sound of muskets was not very loud, and the muskets of this era were more dull than the sound described as "crisp gunshots" much later, because they were constrained by everything from firearms to gunpowder and the shape of the projectiles.

Therefore, the sound of a single musket is often overlooked, especially when there is a battle in the wilderness, and the sound of a musket shooting does not attract much attention.

But the sound of a sudden collapse of the sky and the spectacle of a large burst of fire and smoke from the muzzles of the guns poking out of the forest when the platoons of muskets fired at the same time became the most shocking scene on the battlefield at this moment.

The whistling projectiles formed a terrible belt of bullets in an instant on the front of the position, and in this dense area of buckshot less than 20 yards wide, the screeching sound that pierced the air was no more than a blink of an eye.

Some even saw the shadow of the terrible black dot rushing towards them, but before the cavalry could react, the bullets had already entered their bodies or their mounts, and large explodes of blood in the midst of these proud Anatolian cavalrymen.

Even Xi Sugu, who was far behind, felt the shock at this moment.

The Ottomans had a larger firearms force than any other country of this era, whether it was a behemoth that could break through Constantinople like the urban cannon or a sharp musket, the Ottoman army of this era can be said to be at the forefront of the world's military technological change.

But even so, Xi Sugu was still shocked by this scene.

The Ottomans were proud to be sharpshooters, but they almost never failed to cooperate with their companions, and they were more concerned with how to show off their marksmanship in front of others, which led to the emergence of many famous musketeers among the Ottomans, but never a famous musketeer commander.

Sisugu also did not pay attention to the organization of the musketeers, in his opinion, possessing powerful firepower and accurate shooting skills were enough to deal with any enemy, and if the enemy also had sharp firearms, then completely overwhelmed the opponent in the number of firearms.

But at this moment, looking at the light cavalry that fell like a leaf in an instant as if it was swept by a violent wind, Xi Sugu's head seemed to be slammed by something, and he couldn't help but take two steps forward, his eyes staring at the figures of the light cavalry in front who seemed to be blinded all at once.

Killed in the first round of shooting was the cavalry officer who had spotted the enemy's flaw, he was hit by a lead bullet in the neck, and the force of the violent impact directly ripped off his neck bone, and when he landed on the ground, his head was unnaturally twisted to the side of his shoulder, while his mount tried to come back after running a few steps forward to find that his master had fallen off his horse, but at that moment, the second round of gunfire rang out.

The horse's body was torn out in several terrible wounds at the moment of being hit, and the horse neighed and fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of muddy water, and its hooves couldn't stop kicking and letting out a terrible scream.

If the first round of firing instantly stopped the momentum of the Ottoman cavalry charge, the second round of firing broke their intention to continue the charge.

The Ottomans had no surprise from the sudden blow, and the cavalry in front kept circling in place, while the rear ran to the sides to avoid crashing.

"Ah~Gerry!"

A command with the characteristic tone of the Neapolitan mountain dwellers came from the Agri phalanx on one side, and the unique tone in which the pronunciation of the first letter had to be elongated in order for more people to hear it was unique to the Agri, and the command to give this tone became a unique feature of the Agri phalanx.

With the command, rows of spears that shimmered with cold light pointed forward, and in this moment, tension permeated everyone.

No one wants to die, but someone will definitely die next, and that's war!

As soon as the sound of slapping hooves sounded, the Ottomans had already rushed in front of them, and the terrible sound of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh resounded in an instant, followed by terrible screams one after another.

But the Ottomans still rushed through the triangular phalanx in front and rear, and the swiftness of the light cavalry played a crucial role in this moment, and the Ottomans rushed through the gap between the two side-by-side Agri spear phalanxes and the three horizontal lines of musketeers behind them, like two tributaries of a rushing river.

At that moment, the Anatolian light cavalry seemed to smash on the solid reef, and in an instant, the waves of countless white splashes burst into countless small pieces, and then they came together again, pouring into the pervasive and frantic infusion of the reef, trying to drown the enemy, who had been washed away and angular, but always stood still.

The Anatolian light cavalry frantically galloped through the gaps in the phalanx, trying to lead the enemy with their swift agility and swiftness like the wind.

This has always been an important means for them to win.

When they rush into enemy formation, the fierce action that whizzes through them causes a strong vibration to the enemy, and when their sabers keep slashing through the fragile necks of those unfortunate enemies, it not only instills fear in the enemy, but also inflicts unquenchable anger on the enemy.

Then the entire formation of the enemy will be driven by them.

Charge, penetrate, and kill like crazy, the enemy will be thrown into disarray as they try to chase and intercept these Anatolian cavalry, and it is at this time that the Ottoman infantry, led by Muserim, who are mainly prisoners of war and slaves, will lose no time in attacking the already chaotic enemy positions.

This time, the Muserim infantry still played their part.

As captives and slaves, the fate of Muserim's infantry was determined by the battlefield, either to save up enough military merit and gain freedom, or to die silently on the battlefield.

So when the gray figures appeared, there was no passionate and fervent prayer, no undisguised greed for the spoils of war, only a pair of indifferent eyes that seemed to have no hope in the oppressive silence.

"Second Brigade, front and back!"

Nikolai Jo Macheni gasped and shouted to his companions, and with his order, the Pisas quickly divided into two groups, the front and rear, according to the length of their weapons, the sharp spears in the spearmen pointed through the gaps in the shields in front of them at the opposite Muserim infantry.

Faced with the terrible steel hedgehog in front of them, none of the Muserim infantry stopped, not even a strange expression on their faces, they just raised their weapons in their hands and pounced on their enemies with a bloody breath.

This moment was no different from the previous battles for the Muserim infantry, and it was exactly the same as the battles that followed, and they would continue to fight like this until they could finally leave one day, or die on the battlefield in one battle.

The onslaught of Muserim's infantry was terrifying, and even more terrifying was their near-numb spirit in the face of death.

The Pisan men were almost torn apart by the shock almost as soon as they made contact, and in the face of the terrifying attack of the Muserim infantry, the front of the Pisa regiment kept stirring back and forth, and as the line was slightly stabilized by strangling with the enemy, a second wave of gray figures had appeared.

Macheni let out an indefatigable cry of gasp, feeling heavy on his shoulder, a deformed shoulder armor had saved his life, but the blow to his shoulder had dislocated his arm.

Maccheni struggled to hold the sword in front of him with one right hand, and the blood flowing down the blade was blocked by the gauntlet, but some of it still flowed to the hilt, and the stickiness made it more difficult for Maccheni to hold the sword.

Maceni saw the grey figure rushing up again, and the large mass of Ottoman infantry in khaki alien costumes following them.

Maceni nervously looked to the side, vaguely seeing the phalanx of Agri supporting his regiment, he felt a little steady, and when he could already see the face of the enemy who was about to rush in front of him, Maceni heard the almost indiscriminate sound of muskets coming from the side.

Bullets fired from the direction of the interdependent Agri phalanx rained hail from the side into the Muserim infantry group, and a line of soldiers on the flank fell to the ground in response.

At the same time, another Muserim infantry had already appeared in front of the Agri phalanx.

"Spear ~ hand!"

The characteristic sound of the mountain people's orders rang out from the ranks, spears pointed at the rushing Muserim infantry, and between the dense gaps in the spears, the musketeers on one knee raised their freshly reloaded muskets, their eyes full of heat, the Agri phalanx was about to be severely tested at this moment.

Xi Sugu stared at the front, he secretly meditated in his heart, and when he suddenly realized it in his heart, a fierce gunfire also happened to sound at this moment.

Xi Sugu seemed to sense something interesting, and he waved his hand to stop a general who was about to report the situation to him, but continued to meditate in his heart.

"It's ......"

As he whispered to himself, a fierce musket rang out across the battlefield.

"Concentrate the muskets and use them." Like other Ottoman generals, Sisugu did not pay much attention to the restraint of the use of musketeers, because both firepower and size often had an overwhelming advantage over the enemy on the battlefield, and in the eyes of the Ottomans, only those enemies whose strength was dwarfed by the lack of troops would try to maximize the power of their meagre musket troops through various methods.

In previous battles with the Europeans, although he had encountered opponents who tried to exert the power of firearms by concentrating firepower, at least for Xi Sugu, he had never encountered such a method of warfare.

Just as in the deliberate pursuit of uniform steps, the enemy in front of him often preferred to endure the casualties of the attack of Muserim's infantry rather than to fire at the same time after hearing the order, and when a spearman fell in battle, some musketeers would immediately grab the thrown spear to fill the gap, and in the gap between the bursts of neat fire, some musketeers would sporadically try to shoot at the opposite Ottomans with a more flexible reload speed than others.

"What's the matter?" Xi Sugu asked the general who was about to speak just now.

"The light cavalry asked to charge again," the men reported urgently, and then lowered their voices and said cautiously, "They have not received any news from the cavalry who charged before, so they have asked for a second attack." ”

Xi Sugu frowned slightly, although he felt new to the enemy's way of firing with concentrated firepower to increase power, he didn't really care much about the layout of Montina's army's position.

The loss of contact with the Anatolian cavalry that had launched the first attack before was obviously not a good sign, and of course the loss of contact did not mean that it was annihilated, and with the speed and bravery of the Anatolian light cavalry, it was impossible to be completely annihilated unless the enemy had cavalry of the same size and power.

But Xi Sugu sensed a hint of concern in the arrangement of the enemy's position.

"Is that Count Montina going to defend the Dembvica River?" Sisugu looked at the smoke that filled the battlefield, although the battle had just begun, but from the not wide front of the Montina army, it seemed that he could see Alexander's determination.

"The man is going to use the swamp as an obstacle to block our path, but he clearly doesn't know what his enemy is most terrifying." After Xi Sugu finished speaking to the people around him, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth: "The most terrifying thing about us is not that we are stronger than them, but that we will always have many more troops than them. ”

After speaking, Xi Sugu first ordered loudly: "Order to attack the swamp." Then he turned to a man in a fancy coat not far away and said, "Tell the Governor that he is ready to act." ”