The Armageddon that broke out in Sivas, in fact, the result was doomed from the beginning, and the result of civilization on the earth against barbarism was like this, and there was almost no suspense.

When the new Turkish troops in white hats lined up to attack the Roman legions, the royal guards in the corps immediately delivered the most lethal blow to them, and the Turks had to face a raindown of shrapnel shells from three miles away.

On September 3, 1694, in the wilderness outside the old city of Sivas, the Turkish soldiers from all over the country finally saw the "Rite Flower", the air shrapnel swept by with a faint trail of smoke, which was the smoke of the burning of the time-delay fuse, and the moment the muffled shell exploded in mid-air in front of the Turkish ranks, the shrapnel like raindrops whistled and enveloped the ranks of the Turkish New Army.

In an instant, the flesh and blood flew sideways, and the originally beautiful white military hat was immediately dyed red by blood, and when the dense rain of bullets enveloped them, it would even make a misunderstanding from a distance, and the dust raised by the team when it marched turned red, which was the mist when the blood was splashed.

The dust was dyed red, and before they could even see the ranks of the Roman legions, thousands of them fell, and those who had collected the massive Azap cannon fodder from the hooligans and bandits from all over the country were on the verge of collapse under the heavy shelling, which did not even support the first round of shelling.

Even more lethal to the Turks were the rifled guns of the Roman legions, although the Turks had been exposed to the rifled guns of the Ming army more than a dozen years earlier, but for this country that needed to import high-quality flintlock muskets from the British, the backward processing technology limited the possibility of using rifled guns.

In fact, this is also the root cause of the backwardness of the European ** equipment, although they used flintlock guns, but only a small number of rifled guns, and now the Roman legions often start firing at a distance of about a mile.

The long-range artillery shelling, the great damage of the grenade shotgun and the accurate fire of the rifled guns were all fatal blows to the Turks, especially the use of firing rifled guns by the corps, rifle cartridges with inflated bottoms, which formed a deadly "wall of fire" at a distance of 400-500 meters when the legionnaires fired in a row. And for the Turks, this is almost an insurmountable wall of death. Despite their constant use of artillery to try to tear apart the regimental defenses with artillery, all this seemed to be in vain.

Four hours after the battle began, at noon, although the weather was clear and cloudless, the wilderness outside the city of Sivas was completely shrouded in smoke, and the thick smoke not only blocked the eyes of the legionnaires, but also blocked the vision of Zhu Heyan, who was standing on the slope of the mountain, and in his sight, he could hardly see the scene on the battlefield, except for the smoke of gunpowder or gunsmoke.

Every time, when he looked through the binoculars at the battlefield that had been shrouded in gunsmoke, his brows would frown, and his expression would look a little serious. After putting down the binoculars, he seemed to want to relax. But in less than two seconds, he would pick it up again, and then observe the battlefield again, trying to see through the fog on the battlefield.

Whoever can see through that fog will win, and there is almost no suspense on the battlefield. And for Zhu Hehao, unlike the Turks, he has no capital to fail at all, after all, he has a country of his own like Turkey.

The 100,000 troops on the battlefield now are almost all of his strength, the strength that he has coaxed and deceived in the Caucasus. If he fails, those people will immediately betray him, and there is no suspense. He may not even be able to stay in the Caucasus, so he can only flee to the other side of the Caspian Sea, flee back to Daming, and hide under the protection of Daming.

In contrast to him, in Sivas, the Turks gathered an army of up to 200,000 men. Not only did they build a strong fortress defense outside the city, but they also had absolute numerical superiority.

Today's battle is not so much a battle as the Turks are testing the combat effectiveness of the legion.

"Your Majesty, there is nothing to worry about at all, now we are fighting with the Turks, like ducks, you see there ......"

Noticing His Majesty's tense expression, Zhao Wanli said calmly, although the legion now seems to be the attacking side, but after arriving in Sivas yesterday, he immediately built several fortifications according to the terrain of the battlefield, and built two ditches in the front line, and at the same time skillfully arranged the troops behind the low wall behind the ditch, which was used to hinder Turkish operations. And in front of the ditches dug by the legions, there were large tracts of cultivated land, overgrown with crops, and tens of thousands of Turks flocked to the fields, which was itself difficult. After they had crossed the fields, they had to climb over two ditches, and the Turks' cavalry played almost no role in the battle, and all of them were kept out of the ditches.

Now as the defensive side, the artillery of the regiment only needs to operate 448 field guns under the command of the guards, and fire with all their might, grenades and shrapnel are overwhelmingly greeted the Turks. It is not an exaggeration to describe this battle as a massacre now.

At close range, the gunners only need to calmly repeat the process of loading and firing to complete the task, and the more than 35,000 warriors from various tribes guarding behind the chest wall of the trench only need to shoot as they used to hunt in the mountains.

"Lonely Knows ......"

Nodding silently, Zhu Hewei once again set his eyes on the two ditches in front, which were already covered with the corpses of the Turks, and for the Turks, this was undoubtedly a futile attack.

Even though the Turks attacked extremely fiercely, in the end, less than a hundred people managed to reach the front of the low breastwork, and before they could even rush under the breastwork, they were instantly killed by the grenades thrown out. By 5 p.m., the Turks finally decided to retreat. The battle was frighteningly high, with the attacking Roman legions suffering less than a thousand casualties in total, while the Turks suffered nearly 15,000 casualties.

"They're finished!"

When watching the Turks withdraw to the city of Sivas, Zhu Hehao said silently, he had no doubts about the siege of the city at all, and even he was more inclined to siege the city than the field, after all, compared to the unpredictable field battle, the side defending the city stuck to the fortress, but there would be little doubt about the victory or defeat of the battlefield.

"Command the artillery to shell!"

After Zhu Hewei gave this order, this night Sivas, the ancient capital of the former Seljuk Empire, was immediately shrouded in meteors, thousands of rockets flew from all directions towards the Turks to build a fortress, those temporary breastworks may be able to stop the explosion of explosive bombs, but they can not stop the flames ignited by incendiary bombs, a cluster of flames rising in the sky lit the night, in the flames, those soldiers from all over the Ottoman struggled, howling.

The rockets that whistled like meteors smashed into the line of the Turks, and on this night, the Roman legions poured more than 100,000 incendiary bombs here, which set the whole land on fire, and the fire rose into the air, engulfing the Ottoman soldiers on the battlefield and the city in flames, and the outstanding buildings left over from ancient times also collapsed in the flames.

When the Turks, caught in flames, fled from their fortifications and tried to break through, the Caucasian warriors immediately stood in the trenches and blocked their enterprises with a dense rain of bullets, and by the light of the burning flames, they kept shooting at the enemies who were trying to escape, in order to prevent those men from coming out.

It is also in this monstrous flame, the battlefield of Sivas has boiled to the point of high ridicule, and the bloodiness has also reached its peak. When thousands of Turks tried in vain to climb out of the fire, a cavalry rushed to the battlefield, and although the Caucasus was covered with rolling hills, the people there were equally adept at fighting on horseback, and the howling Natsu did not stop moving, as they had done in the past to sack their neighbors, and rushed into the battlefield desperately, like a knife that wanted to cut through any block, and slashed at the black-headed and black-faced Turks who were burned by the flames.

“Kayzer-i Rum！”

The Natsu people who had entered the enemy camp shouted the title of the Roman emperor, brandished their scimitars and slashed at those enemies, and in the deafening shouts of killing, the battlefield was full of flesh and blood, and the strong smell of blood spread to every corner of the battlefield in an instant. The cavalry charge, after a fierce charge, finally fell into a fierce battle, and in the fierce sword shadow, these Natsu people, who had once made their neighbors frightened and frightened, howled like devils.

"Kill...... Kayzer-i Rum！ ”

"For Rome! Caesar ......"

Although the Natsu knights had no idea what the Roman Empire meant, when they swore allegiance, the Roman Emperor became their leader, chanting the slogan "Kayzer-i Rum" and brandishing their deadly sabers at the Turks to defeat their enemies and recreate the Roman Empire.

"Ulla! Kayzer-i Rum！ ”

Although there were only a few thousand cavalry, these thousands of cavalry set the battlefield on fire, and these former Caucasian bandits became the most formidable cavalrymen, and their swords were used to express their loyalty to Rome.

Kill! Kill! Kill all the enemies!

This became the only thought left in the minds of many Natsu knights, who wanted to destroy their enemies and reclaim the land that belonged to him for the Roman Emperor.

Of course, in return for their loyalty, they will also receive their own fiefs, dozens or even hundreds of farmers will farm for them, and they can take their daughters and even brides with them at will......

"Steady...... Steady...... Everyone lined up in formation...... Don't mess around...... Queue ......"

In the midst of the utter confusion, the officers of the Turkish Forces nouvelles roared at their loudest voices, trying to gather their ranks and charge the enemy again. They all knew very well that in the face of the cavalry charge, they had to form a hollow phalanx, with bayonets and spears to block their attack, and the current chaos was a dead end for the infantry.

However, their hard work was simply vulnerable in the chaos, and for those who had just escaped from the flames, they could not distinguish the orders of the commander at all, and there was only one thought left in their minds, which was to escape. Especially those who recruit the massive Azap cannon fodder from hooligans and bandits from all over the country. In good times, they can still play a role, but in times of adversity or failure, they will immediately fall into collapse, just like in the Battle of Vienna, in the end it was not the Poles who destroyed the Turkish Legion, but the cheap and worthless Azap cannon fodder, whose collapse completely destroyed the will of the Turkish Legion, and when thousands of Azap cannon fodder rushed to escape, the Turkish defense line completely collapsed. The commander's shouts were not worth mentioning at all.

And the Azap cannon fodder who fled around did not flee far, they drowned in the guns of the legion, and when their escape was blocked, they immediately cried and hoped to get the mercy of the other party, and some even took out the cross that they got from nowhere, trying to beg for mercy, but what they waited for was that the soldiers of the corps did not hesitate to pull the trigger, for these mountain people from the mountains, it was enough mercy not to cut off the heads of these people.

In fact, on the battlefield, the least worth mentioning is mercy, for these soldiers of the Roman legions from the mountains of the Caucasus, they now have a thought in their hearts that they only know to vent their inner frenzy of war.

This night is destined to be unpeaceful.

When the dawn sun tore through the darkness once more, the earth was littered with dead bodies, and the ownerless horses were wailing in the battle year, and the cavalry of the Turks yesterday also rushed out, and before they could even compete with the Natsu, they fell under the dense rain of bullets from the rifled guns of the legionnaires.

The battle, which lasted all night, ended at dawn, and despite the best efforts of the Legion's warriors to stop the Turks from breaking through, a large number of Turks still fled, but even by this time the flames in and around the city were still burning.

And so the fire burned for a whole day and night, until there was nothing left to ignite in the charred earth. By the time the fire was extinguished, the Turks' defenses in Sivas had practically collapsed, and although the surviving Turkish troops were still holding on to the city, everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before the city fell, and even time did not leave them much.