The sun shone brightly, and the slanted light hit Order's face, and he covered his eyes with his hands.

Smoke spread out in front, sometimes it seemed to move, sometimes it seemed that the troops were moving. Sometimes the shouts of the people can be heard from the sound of shooting, but there is no way to know what they are doing there.

At that moment, a gust of wind arose, and the smoke screen that covered the valley seemed to be pulled from the right to the left by an invisible hand.

Sixteen fiery red phalanxes stood on the vast front in front of them, and the infantry stopped firing and waited for the Tatar horse to approach.

Looking through the smoke created by the front-line artillery fire, the Tatar infantry, which had been stationed in place, moved. A number of Tatar envoys on horseback marched through the battle lines and galloped under the hills. It was clearly visible that a mixed column of the Tatars, hot and cold, was about to reinforce the front line and was advancing towards this side.

The sound of the artillery became faster and louder, like a thunderbolt that struck the minds of the officers and men, and the excitement could be felt on the faces of the officers and men.

Shou Xuan said to the adjutant beside him: "Look, the decisive moment has come!" It's scary and exciting! ”

A few solid mountain banners led the Tatar horse caravan, about seven or eight thousand cavalry, and rushed towards it like lightning.

Standing on a hill on horseback, Shou Xiang looked up at the smoke from the heavy artillery on the left flank.

A cannonball flew out, squeezing the air and making a rumbling sound, and when the shell flew over the heads of the enemy cavalry, the fuse burned into place, the shell shell exploded in the air, and more than a hundred tiny iron balls flew out, looking for soft targets.

Almost instantly, dozens of blood lines erupted from the cavalry and war horses on the ground, like fountains.

Next, dozens of regiments of gunpowder exploded in the direction of the advance of the enemy's horse team, and the first large-scale application of shrapnel grenades in real combat.

A rain of iron from above at high speed destroyed all defenses.

The fine iron armor was as fragile as a piece of paper, the lightly protected war horse was cut like tofu, the shrapnel fire easily destroyed the enemy's advance, and a solid mountain forehead true flag fell in the smoke and dust.

But the kinetic energy of nearly 10,000 cavalry charging will not stop because of these few volleys.

About half of the cavalry inserted between the phalanx and surrounded them. The enemy ran with all their might, moving very quickly, as if they were not riding dwarf Mongolian horses.

The other half of the cavalry bypassed the phalanx on the left flank and made a detour in depth.

The artillery replaced with heavy shotguns and strafed the enemy's second platoon, followed by extreme bursts of shotguns and double shotguns.

According to Federal Army regulations, artillerymen must fire double shotguns when enemy troops are approaching, regardless of damage to the barrel.

The bronze field gun fires solid shells with a barrel life of 5,000 rounds, compared to 200 rounds for shotguns.

The last shell to be loaded by artillery is usually 1 shotgun plus 1 solid round, with solid shells coming last.

At a distance of 200 meters, the shrapnel has a dispersion diameter of 25 meters, and at a distance of 400 meters, the dispersion diameter is 50 meters. The Army believed that the artillery would have lost more than it had lost if the enemy had captured the artillery position and destroyed the artillery.

Artillery is easy to produce, and the brave enemy cavalry takes more than ten years to cultivate, and at this time, the group of enemy heavy cavalry Tatars who lead the charge on the battlefield are only a few thousand people in the whole country, and they are almost non-renewable resources, and they are gone.

The enemy galloped from one gap in the phalanx to the other amid dust, horses, smoke, shotguns, bullets, and the groans of the dying. Shotguns and bullets fired at enemy horses from all directions, and the smoke soon obscured the entire battlefield.

Above the mist, the clear sky was blue, and the spherical sun rippled on the surface of the sea of smoke like a large crimson buoy.

Shou ordered to look through his binoculars, and in the small cylinder he saw smoke and people, sometimes his own people, sometimes Tatars, but when he saw them with the naked eye, he could not recognize where what he had just seen was.

Shou Orderly lowered his binoculars, and at this time he could only understand the battlefield from sounds, heralds, and experience.

"Your Excellency?"

The handsome adjutant of Filhoff asked Shou Order, the young earl, who was only 18 years old, had inherited the title from his father, Dryp, and was growing up to be the new ruler of the country.

"Huh?"

"We're going to win, aren't we?"

The boy's voice trembled.

The terrible reputation of the Tatars for invincibility spread throughout Asia, but the Federal Army was a new product, and the Tatar cavalry had just launched a charge like swallowing mountains and rivers, and the layers of oppressive heavy cavalry were as moving as black iron towers, and the momentum alone was enough to disintegrate the Ming army that had fought with them before. The archers in the back row performed their stunts, shooting weak feathered arrows at a distance of 30 to 50 meters.

"Listen." Shou Xiang pointed at the battlefield with a telescope.

"Listen to what, Your Excellency?"

"The front line."

The smoke-covered sun still shone high.

In the infantry phalanx, something was boiling in the smoke, and the rumbling of guns, the explosion of shells, not only did not weaken, but intensified.

The smoke of gunpowder spread its teeth and claws in the air, combining into patterns, like the judgment of the gods, and like the howling of the devil.

The young man's eyes gradually lit up, and he said excitedly, "The guns are still neat, that's our army." ”

Shou Zhi nodded, "The Tatar charge will not get anything. ”

The Tatars could attack the left flank of the coalition army, they could break through the center, and the order himself could be killed by stray bullets, theoretically, everything was possible. But in this battle, the order only considered the possibility of success.

The so-called "not win, first lose" refers to the pre-war arrangement. Once the battle is engaged, before the victory or defeat has been divided, what the general has to consider is to win with all his might, and then consider those small probability events at this time, he will only be undecided and lose cleanly.

At such times, for troops that have already been put on the battlefield, there is no ability to command order. The senior generals were close to the battlefield, and they occasionally came within the range of their rifles, and did not ask for instructions from the guards, but issued orders on their own, indicating where to shoot and from where, and how the cavalry infantry should maneuver.

The fog of war looms heavily over the battlefield, and no one gets the exact news.

The heralds were only a little better than nothing, and when the battle was raging, the heralds could not tell what had happened at a certain moment, and because many of the heralds who were observing the battlefield did not go to the actual battle, but only relayed that they had heard something from other people's mouths, and some of them had run from the battle line to the orderly, during which the situation had changed, and the news brought was no longer true.

In units that are already engaged, orders are given by the officer closest to the soldier in the ranks, which may be a brigade commander, a regimental commander, or just a second lieutenant.

What can be controlled by the order is the reserves that have not yet been put into the battlefield. In addition, relying on his temperance ability and combat experience, he calmly and solemnly played the role of a seemingly commander-in-chief.

The soldiers slaughtered the Tatars on the battlefield, not by order of order, but by voluntariness.

All the officers and men, the Chinese, the peoples of the South Seas, the Europeans, the mestizos, they came across the ocean, and they were exhausted from the march, and when the soldiers saw that the Tatars were blocking the way, they felt that they were going to crush the Tatars.

If the Order forbade them to fight the Tatars, then the Order would be crushed, and then the army would go to fight the Tatars, which was what they had to do.

Expanding armies are inherently hungry for war, because war brings rolling wealth, beautiful women, and high social status.

The Tatars' detours to the coalition flanks may have been able to oppress the inmobile Ming or the undisciplined Mongols, but in front of the coalition forces, they would have to bear the cost of exposing their flanks first.

The light cavalry under the command of Filhoff charged into the right flank of the enemy cavalry.

For some reason, the Tatars charged with all their might, perhaps they wanted to get through the line of fire as quickly as possible.

On the battlefield, in the face of a disciplined enemy army, the horse team that first launched the charge was usually looking for death.

The charging horse team is naturally scattered, with too much horsepower to consume on the way, and there is very little room for adjustment.

The main force of the 4 federal cavalry regiments kept the 2 cavalry lines in a brisk run, sweeping past the enemy's circuitous cavalry, and in a cloud of smoke and dust, there were black shadows flickering—probably men and horses, and sometimes the flash of sabers.

In the place occupied by the enemy front in the distance. From the tops of the woods, fields, depressions, and highlands, clumps of smoke from cannons were constantly rising, sometimes in groups, sometimes in groups; Sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, everywhere in this area you can see the smoke expanding, lush, rolling, and mingling.

Dense soldiers, green bullet boxes and cannons, all of this seems to float, and the entire space in this area is filled with gunsmoke, creating a sense of unreality and intoxication.

The flags of the Guards flapped on the flagpoles in the wind, and the two battalion columns approached the front line step by step along the sides of an official road on the left flank.

The Guards wore black bearskin hats made of Malayan bear fur, which was the most conspicuous symbol on the battle line.

The left and right flanks of the Guards were protected by a squadron of Carbines, while the cavalry artillery supporting them advanced in a single column on the road.

Left ...... Left...... Left ......"

The neat soldiers had a variety of serious expressions on their faces, the soldiers marched to the beat, the weight of their backpacks and guns inconvenienced them, and a soldier who had fallen behind was out of breath, and with a frightened look on his face because of his indiscipline, he walked briskly to catch up with the company.

A stray bullet made by a large-caliber Hongyi cannon squeezed the air and flew over the head of the column, also with the words "Left-left!" The beat hit the rear of the column diagonally, leaving behind a field of sacrificed soldiers and wounded.

The company commander who was commanding over there glanced at the ground and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Get closer!" ”

The Guards Infantry still had the same serious and cold expression, and no one was surprised by the shell, which had caused heavy casualties. The soldiers in the back walked around in an arc from where the shells fell, caught up with the team in front, jumped, changed their steps, and followed the steps of the team.

The monotonous sound of thousands of footsteps falling to the ground at the same time was an indelible strong sound even in the rumbling of cannons, and in the frightening repetition, it was as if the background sound could be heard, "Left...... Left ......"

The Guards walked into the smoke of gunpowder, where the sound of horses' hooves and wheels was heard, and bayonets were shining.