Crackling, the iron-clad combat boots stepped on the ground, pressing out muddy puddles of vague shapes, and the water flowed along the lines of the armor, forming columns of water the thickness of chopsticks at the hem of the clothes.

The Prussian soldiers, with their lips closed and their eyes resolute, formed a square battle formation and quickly rushed across the plain towards the walls of Vienna.

Every step they took was heavy, as if they were going to step through the ground, and they had to step on it so hard that they would risk slipping in the muddy water.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Through the dense rain curtain, faces ten meters away could not be seen, and the rain quickly formed a puddle of different sizes on the ground, and the soldiers stepped on the puddle, and the muddy water immediately stained their armor, and then was quickly washed away by the torrential rain.

The Prussian legion did not prepare too many ponchos to protect against the rain on this expedition, and only generals above the rank of captain were qualified to use them, and ordinary soldiers could only grit their teeth and hold on.

On the other side, the same was true for the Saxon Legion, but most of them were wearing cavalry armor, which was more protective on the upper body and therefore more resistant to rain.

Comparatively speaking, the situation of the defenders on the walls of Vienna was much better, and under the orders of Charles VI, before dawn, his soldiers began to collect ponchos throughout the city and distribute the collected ponchos to the soldiers of the whole army.

In addition, there were already some military ponchos in the city's warehouses, and all these ponchos combined were enough to equip the city's 18,000 soldiers.

Most of these ponchos were made of intact cowhide or sheepskin, waterproof and warm, and the Habsburg defenders stood in a row on the walls of the city wall in ponchos, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

The dreary sound of rain falling on the poncho sounded calming, and the water pooled along the folds in the poncho, drooped down onto the sturdy stone bricks of the walls, and finally flowed down the aqueduct into the moat outside the walls.

The sky was overcast, and the lead clouds hung overhead, layered on top of each other, and it was so dull that people couldn't breathe.

Thundered......

A blazing white lightning bolt appeared out of thin air, launched in the distant sky, and smashed down towards the ground, like a winding angry dragon, flashing between heaven and earth, and the remaining light scattered like a spider web, briefly illuminating the battlefield below the thick clouds.

With the flash of light, the defenders on the city wall could clearly see the dense figures in the distance, as well as the cold light reflected from the blades in their hands.

Then the light faded, and there was a connected gray, brown ground, gray rain curtain, and dark figures not far away.

This continuous gradient of dark colors is like a masterpiece of an Impressionist painter, full of a cold and haunting atmosphere.

However, these soldiers at the head of the city did not know how to appreciate it, they did not have time to look for any beauty in it, for them, what was displayed before them was only a picture called death, which slowly opened its prologue.

Killing, or being killed, this is the eternal theme of the soldiers.

The shouts rang out, lingering over the city walls, and morale was raised.

The shouts of tens of thousands of people joined together, dispelling the sound of rain around them, and they stood motionless like a resolute mountain.

Shouts also sounded among the Prussian legions besieging the city below, as if in response to them, and the two sides had not yet officially fought, and the momentum had already begun.

With the city gate as the center, the Saxon and Prussian legions each attacked a wall, and the attacking forces on both sides were not related to each other, as was the relationship between their two camps, both cooperating and guarding against each other.

General Ike stood on the city wall, quietly watching the enemy army gradually approaching, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

After a night of reflection, he had figured out what Charles VI had said to him, and indeed it would have been the greatest folly if he had died yesterday at the hands of the Saxon cavalry.

In the face of that kind of situation, what he really should do is to cheer up and command the soldiers to completely crush the Prussian and Saxon conspiracy, so that the greatest consolation to those dead imperial knights.

Of the 18,000 defenders, he placed 8,000 on the eastern side of the Prussian corps and 6,000 on the western flank of the Saxon corps, and the rest of the soldiers remained in the center as a reserve to provide support at all times.

Seeing that the Prussian and Saxon armies were approaching, General Ike waved his hand and finally gave the first order:

"Archers and spearmen, prepare!"

Immediately there was a sound of bows and arrows drawn and spears drawn on the city walls, and the arsenals in Vienna were well stocked, not only with bows and arrows, but also with the old spears that had long been eliminated by the army.

These spears are more lethal than bows and arrows, but their range and accuracy are really unsatisfactory, and they are extremely physically demanding on soldiers, and they have always been dispensable on the battlefield.

But in the present situation, General Ike was determined to mobilize every bit of strength in the city of Vienna to stop the enemy with all his might, so the spears were taken out of the warehouse and distributed to the soldiers present.

Not only did they throw spears, but there were also many heavy stones the size of watermelons placed on the walls, ready to be thrown from the walls and smashed people when the enemy rushed forward.

In addition, the young men of Vienna were forcibly drafted, equipped with simple armor and weapons, and gathered under the city walls, where the improvised militia was the last line of defense when the enemy broke through the walls and invaded the city.

Three hundred meters is like an invisible boundary, and when you cross it, you fight, you break out!

"Archer, fire!"

Whoosh ......

At the sound of the order, a rain of arrows rose from the walls of Vienna, and with the rain curtain fell on the enemy army below, the raindrops and arrows were mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish which were arrows and which were rain.

Correspondingly, as soon as the soldiers of the Prussian regiment crossed the three-hundred-meter limit, they immediately dispersed their formation and roared towards the walls of Vienna.

They had no iron armor or shields on their bodies, each carrying only a single knife and carrying a siege ladder more than ten meters long on their shoulders.

The rain soaked their cloth clothes, and the sludge restricted their pace, and their speed was slowed down by at least two percent, and these soldiers were the so-called 'cannon fodder'.

Using the regular troops as cannon fodder, it can be seen that Kyilos is already red-eyed, no matter what the cost, no matter how many soldiers die, he will capture the walls of Vienna today!

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