At this time, I was excited again. He understood. This was his last chance that "there was no way out, and only by repelling the enemy outside the city could he take the opportunity to rebuild his prestige, and once Moscow fell, he, the tsar, would soon be a prisoner."

After a brief period of overwhelm. Peter finally came out of the shadow of defeat. His situation was already very bad, within his empire, powerful enemies were eyeing him, and internally, his popularity had fallen to a freezing point because of his policies, and those supporters who had eagerly supported him to enter the Krim Palace to carry out the palace mutiny, and those officers and soldiers who had good intentions to push him to the throne of the first tsar first became suspicious and wavering towards Peter after he gave the order for peace talks, and when the Ming Dynasty brazenly tore up the peace treaty, the original suspicion immediately turned into dissatisfaction and personal resentment, which was this. Peter could feel it clearly. But he also understands that mistakes can no longer be remedied, and now he has to do it. It's just a matter of doing your part.

In the past few days, with the support of his close ministers, Peter has been tiring back and forth between the barracks, medical quarters, and warehouses in the city. Peter could clearly feel it. Even though he tried his best to make amends. But the soldiers looked at him with unfriendly eyes. It's just that he knows that he has to keep going like this. Until the enemy retreats, or becomes a prisoner.

The ensuing artillery battle made the Muscovites suffer a lot, and Peter also moved out of the Krim Palace, if it was only the peripheral artillery, the Ming army outside the city would not be able to threaten the Krem Palace, at most it was only to bomb the outer city, but on the fourth day, dozens or hundreds of airships suddenly appeared in the sky over Moscow City, and the movement of the airships was extremely slow, but it was like a spell. Docked over the Krim Palace and some important facilities, countless explosives descended from the sky. In an instant, several of the palaces near Peter's dormitory were in flames. The guards were startled and immediately escorted Peter to the transfer, while other important facilities were not so lucky, especially the warehouses where the grain was stored. After encountering an open flame, it immediately burned. The Muscovites tried to save it, but when they did, the food, gunpowder, and weapons turned into a sea of fire in an instant. Like a sledgehammer, it shook the will of Peter and the Muscovites to resist.

Thug Your Majesty, our stock is no longer enough to last for two months. And the stocks of gunpowder and medicines have been depleted, if there is no other way, even if the Orientals do not invade Moscow, the large basement, the dim candlelight jumps with a faint light, although it has been decorated, but compared to the palatial Klim Palace, it is simply a day, an underground, but the Krem Palace has been bombed by airships, although only a corner of the blow up, but under deterrence. Where did Peter dare to stay in the Krem, in his opinion, the location close to the city was unsafe. The city's important office and even the barracks are not safe, and the only place is this basement.

Peter frowned bitterly, he only now understood the strength of the Ming army, not to mention the shortage of food. In fact, even if there is enough food, let the artillery fire continue to bombard indiscriminately. Two months later. I'm afraid that the whole of Moscow will also become a dead city, to this catty, for the sake of it. He already had much hope of holding on, but all Muscovites could offer surrender, but he Peter would never succeed, the previous peace talks had already made people lose their hearts, and if he was proposing to surrender, I was afraid that as soon as the words came out, those angry soldiers and Muscovites would directly tie him up and slaughter him.

It was only Peter who understood that the city could never be defended, while the lower ranks of officers and soldiers, as well as Muscovites, remained hopeful. Because on the first day of the siege of the Ming army. In order to stabilize the patience. Peter and a few other important ministers let out the news and told the ignorant Muscovites. Their reinforcements will come. Moscow is still saved. Peter instilled this idea in Muscovites. It did have a great effect, but it was also because of this, although it was difficult. But the Muscovites still had faith, but at this point, although Peter had mobilized his morale, it was also because of this that he now felt that it was difficult to ride a tiger.

He didn't expect Da Ming's firearms to be so powerful. Not to mention that Daming had so many firearms, he knew better than anyone that Moscow might not be able to hold out for a few days.

"Your Majesty, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, saw Peter in a trance. He screamed in a low voice. This brought Peter back to his senses, and Peter first smiled bitterly, and then said, "Hold on, maybe there will be miracles, God will keep us." ”

Peter waved his hand in frustration. I went to the bedroom alone.

The war horses were galloping, faster and faster, shouting to kill the heavens, and the Schcherhosky, who had formed a phalanx under the city, was also frightened by the dragoons galloping from 10,000 horses for a while. But he quickly relented. Although a little flustered. But soon he calmed down, he didn't think the Oriental was very powerful. No matter how powerful it is, it can be more powerful than the Polish wind cavalry that swept the Teutonic warriors back then? He didn't think so.

Schcherhoski looked through the telescope with a gold-plated shell decorated with precious stones imported from the Netherlands, riding on a horse and listening to the Ming army, dressed in uniform clothes, although ten thousand horses galloped, but faintly? Towel: There is a lot of forbiddenness. The color of their clothes and the Slavic army is also colorful, because the Slavic coalition army is composed of Polish troops, Russian garrisons, and aristocratic private soldiers, most of them are mainly dressed in green and yellow, but there are also blue and black colors, in Scherhosky's eyes, the phalanx in front of him is compared to the charging dragoons. It seemed a little distracted, which made Schcherhosky feel a little uncomfortable.

Schcherhoski then began to shift the lens barrel to look at the surrounding terrain, even though he had been stationed here for nearly half a month. But I don't know much about the surroundings of the fortress. Now I'm cramming for the time being, but I've seen a rough idea. The terrain here is more complicated. Although there are not too high thugs, there are quite a few bare rocky hills with low shrubs, to the north. There was a large open land with gentle undulations, flanked by sparse dwarf forests, from which the Ming army naturally rushed in.

After careful observation by Schcherhosky, he finally made a judgment that the enemy who was charging head-on numbered about a few thousand to ten thousand people. There was a vague amount of cavalry in the rear, and an unknown number of artillery and logistical heavy units lurked farther away, and the total enemy must have exceeded 30,000 men.

In the face of the charge of the dragoons, it is estimated that only the proud thing of Scherhosky can do it to be able to watch the terrain for a long time, and finally he put down the binoculars, glanced at his mouth, and gave the order with some disdain, he stared at the dragoons coming in the dust and shouted: thug "Spearman, prepare, cavalry, attack the flank!"

Spears were drawn diagonally from the Polish army in the front row. A hundred years ago, King Gustav of Sweden carried out a military organizational reform, increasing the proportion of musketeers in the army from thugs to 3, and organized into regiments and brigades, each regiment with three brigades, and individual musketeers and spearmen units side by side, or front and back. The depth of the musketeers has been reduced to six, and the distance between the units has been increased, allowing the units in front to retreat from the gap to the rear, and the rear unit can also advance through the gap to engage the enemy. Musketeers also mingled with cavalry units to provide cavalry with a single high firepower against charging enemy cavalry. Other than that. The artillery was concentrated on the flanks and in the center to fire at all. Each regiment was equipped with five light guns as direct support fire.

As a result of Gustavus's military revolution, Sweden became the hegemon of Northern Europe at the end of the old century. Sweden's success immediately became an emulator for many countries, with Poland and Sweden across the sea. Yes, for quite some time. The Poles borrowed the style of the Swedish phalanx, and because of the military revolution led by the Ming Dynasty in recent years, the use of muskets became more and more common, and the Polish army also imported a batch of muskets from the Netherlands and France.

Schoerhosky's orders were undoubtedly the most advantageous against the cavalry, and although he was proud, at least some basic military theory was somewhat understood. This kind of Swedish phalanx was mainly used against cavalry, and the spear was used as the first layer of support to stop the enemy's cavalry charge. Then the muskets of the rear team began to fire. The cavalry on the flanks also attacked the enemy's flanks quickly. This is basically the most effective method of dealing with cavalry.

But Schcherhosky seems to have missed something. He did not know his enemy, he only knew that it was a group of cavalry, a group of barbarian Orientals. As for the rest, he probably didn't know anything. I'm afraid that his understanding of this cavalry is still stuck in the understanding of the Mongol cavalry, the Teutonic cavalry, and the Cossack cavalry, and he doesn't know that the combat methods of this cavalry seem to be a little different.

Of course he didn't know, if he knew. I'm afraid that this stupid order will never be given.

The dragoons swept in like a gust of wind, their formation was not dense, and visually it seemed as if the open ground was sprinkled with beans. Except for a cavalry in the rear, the dragoons who charged this time were mainly soldiers of the 1st and 2nd battalions, under a command. The officers drew their sabers first. Then he pointed forward. It was like a storm and a cloud that rushed to the military formation.

Wang Chongchong, the guerrilla general of the first battalion, was at the forefront, and in the dragoon regiment, Wang Chong had always belonged to the fierce general-type regiment, he was not tall, and he was originally from Shaanxi. Later, he served as a soldier under Wang Fuchen. After a few years of tempering, he has developed a perseverance and perseverance. Later, Wang Fuchen was defeated and killed. He also became a member of the dragoon regiment with the Pingliang Iron Cavalry. In the past two years, he has fought bravely, always rushed to the forefront, and made a lot of meritorious deeds. With the accumulation of military exploits, he was promoted very quickly, and in only two years of hard work, he became a middle-level officer of a battalion of 5,000 people, although he became the commander of the first battalion. But his temperament has not changed, every time he encounters war. It was often him, the guerrilla general, who charged ahead, and the soldiers of the other battalions saw this "king madman" and their morale was immediately boosted. Scattered in formation, they charged towards the Polish army.

It's getting closer. Schehosky sweated in his palms, but looking at the spears that were fiercely erected in front of the phalanx, and the dense diagonal towards the charging dragoons, his heart couldn't help but calm down a little. Among many enemies, the Weeping Swedish phalanx is indeed the age of the square cavalry, and the Ming cavalry who rushed towards him with the Weeping group couldn't help sneering in his heart, he didn't believe it, so he could break through the phalanx with these people.

thugs ready". Looking at the cavalry getting closer and closer, Schechhosky shouted, in fact, on such a battlefield. No one could hear him, but he liked it.

There were bursts of drumming from the Polish army's formation, which was not used to boost morale, but rather to convey orders, and the drums became more and more rapid, and the muskets poked out of the spear formation, and they planned to shoot a round when the cavalry came into range, and the next task was handed over to the spearmen.

Closer, closer, all the Poles and some Russians nervously watched the black dot running forward getting bigger and bigger, finally. You can even see hideous faces.

"Ready!" The Polish officers shouted excitedly, and they could even imagine how panicked the cavalry would be after a round of shooting, and the formation of the charge would definitely be disordered, and when the time came to charge the spear formation, the power would be greatly reduced.

But before they could shout and shoot, the dragoons slowly lowered their horses from outside the range, which puzzled the Polish army. The most important thing for cavalry is the sprinting power of the war horse, this time is the moment when the war horse wields the greatest momentum, they stop at this time, is it crazy?

The dragoons were clearly not crazy. With the sound of gunfire, the Polish soldiers first suspected that someone in the phalanx had opened fire in advance, and the officers had even turned their heads to look at the musketeers, hoping to find out which ones had not obeyed the order, but soon, the spearmen in front of them were half-crouched with spears and fell to the ground, and the Poles realized that they did not come from the gunfire. It's the cavalry.

Cavalry actually used muskets? This was something the Poles had not expected, but by the time they came to their senses, it was too late. The muskets rang out like beans, and then the spearmen in the front row were beaten in pieces, and the musketeers in the back row wanted to fight back, but in the chaos, where was the time.

At this time, the dragoons put away their fire one after another, and these actions were almost completed in an instant, and then the cold and shining long knives were raised, and then there was a "kill thief, the sound started, and countless people rushed towards the phalanx frantically."

The pikes of the Polish army were almost scattered. The musketeers in the rear team did not have the protection of the spearmen, and were rushed by the galloping cavalry at such a close distance, and the consequences can be imagined, one by one fast horses rushed into the Polish army's formation, like raging beasts, and the musketeers with muskets in their hands immediately became chaotic, scurrying around like headless flies, but the more so, the more they saved the efforts of the dragoons, a long knife waved in the air, constantly dancing in a half-arc, and the Polish army formation had long been fragmented. The most important thing in this kind of phalanx is coordination, and the spear team is the shield. The musket team is a sword, and a small number of cavalry is a bow, shield to resist the first wave of impact, and then stab out the long sword, and then use the cavalry on both wings to harass the enemy, it is definitely an excellent phalanx for attack and defense, but they were wrong, they thought that the Ming army was an ordinary cavalry, and they put the spear team in the front, hoping to block the impact of the cavalry, but where did they know that these were not ordinary cavalry at all. The spears were at the forefront, just to die.

And once the shield is broken. Then the fate of the unprotected musketeers against a group of wolf-like cavalry at such a close distance can be imagined.

Schaehoski pouted. Looking at the phalanx, it seemed like a broken egg being slaughtered by the dragoons one after another. Countless people roared and wailed, and many people began to scatter and flee, but where could they escape the cavalry, one by one the dragoons with butcher knives chased after them with expressionless faces. Then the long knife was sharpened, and the head fell to the ground, and the whole battle from the beginning to the present was basically a one-sided slaughter, and the role of the Poles was probably only those lambs who were slaughtered.

"General, let's escape, the wind cavalry has not yet sent out to attack the flank of the dragoons, because of the collapse of the phalanx, the idea of dispatching has been dispelled, and an officer of the wind cavalry hastened to the rear of Schekhovsky, and said with a heavy face.

"Run?" Countless thoughts were entangled in Schohosky's mind, and he just ran away? What about my honor? I am the pride of the Poles, if I escape, "everything is over if I stay here, no, I want to live, near the castle, I still have strength, a defeat is nothing, as long as I can gather my army, I still have a chance" But if I do this, what will the country think of me?

In the end, Schechhosky gritted his teeth and stamped his foot: "Retreat, he doesn't care about his prestige, what honor, what fame, what hero, get out, survival is the most important thing."

Recently, I have to code this book and save the manuscript for the new book, and I get up at 11 or 2 o'clock in the evening every day. All night until ten o'clock the next morning, hey! Be sure to support the new book when the time comes.

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