But of course, the sacrifice of the Slavic berserkers was not meaningless. Their deaths www.biquge.info Pen, Fun, and Pavilion paved the way for subsequent Slavic forces to attack. Less than twenty meters from the fortress, the first Slavic army of 10,000 men had already arrived. And there was not much to lose.

――But that's the end of it. The guns of the various batteries began to reload with shotguns, and at the same time, more wooden-handled grenades were dropped over the fort. Explosions rang out one after another in the Slavic army. The casualties of the Slavic army rose sharply, and so did their morale. The Slavian soldiers immediately marched, some of them afraid to advance.

"Forward!Forward!!Otherwise, military law will be merciless!!!Do you want your family to die with you?!!" shouted the Slavi officers in frustration, encouraging the soldiers to continue to charge forward.

Inspire, intimidate, promise money. Under these tricks, the Slavic soldiers once again summoned up their courage, and the distance of twenty meters was almost instantaneous. After that, a large number of ladders were erected under the fortress walls. The Slavian soldiers went on the offensive.

Under such a general siege, the defenders of the fortress naturally could no longer concentrate their firepower and attack the Slavic soldiers at a certain point. At the same time, the soldiers and officers of Mystia defending the city were more or less nervous.

And their orders have become different.

"Keep throwing grenades!"

"Quick, reload! Get ready to shoot!"

"Prepare for hand-to-hand combat, get on the bayonet!"

"Change the hand-to-hand fighters and step forward, the spearmen draw their swords!!"

The latter two orders correspond to the new Circassian army and ordinary mercenaries, respectively. The former is basically equipped with about 1.5 meters, plus a bayonet about 2 meters, similar to a short spear. The latter's hand-to-hand fighters mostly used spears when fighting in the field. At the same time, however, spearmen and musketeers were also armed with swords to facilitate close combat.

"It's really ......" looked around, the different orders of the commanders in charge of the various sections of the parapet. William frowned, but then, his brow furrowed—he had thought that the order to continue throwing grenades was the right thing to do. But it soon dawned on him that the junior officers who were prepared for hand-to-hand combat could not be mistaken - for for a war of 200,000 men would not be enough to reserve supplies, ammunition and food.

A simple and practical weapon, such as a grenade, will certainly not be enough in the next war. So in this kind of situation where the battle is not too critical, the use of grenades as little as possible is also an option that cannot be miscalculated.

-- Provided, of course, that these officers really think so, and don't panic and give orders.

"After this battle, officers at all levels need to be reminded of the proper use of grenades. William thought to himself.

At the same time, seeing the Slavian soldiers climbing up, beside William, Charlumi also clenched his sword a little nervously.

"William, are we...... Stand back a bit?" asked Charlumie.

"No, you don't. William replied. "As a commander, push back or something in this situation...... No stupid person can do such a thing. ”

“...... Well. Hearing William say this, Charlumi felt a little embarrassed, and at the same time a little angry.

That is, as they spoke, the explosion was slightly quieter—some of the officers who had chosen to use grenades were caught in this round of attack. The few soldiers armed with flintlock pistols also blasted each other down with a volley.

In more places, though, the Slavic soldiers rushed up.

"Thorn - stab down! Kill them!"

In the places where the Circassian Forces were stationed, the Forces nouvelles soldiers armed with bayonets did very simple things - as soon as the Slavian soldiers came up, the bayonets stabbed them in the head. Even if you can't stab the opponent to death, you have to deal enough damage to the opponent. It's better to poke them down - and it's pretty much the same thing in other mercenary areas. The only difference was that it changed from a bayonet to a sword.

The former is more aggressive and difficult to defend against. Because the force of both hands is stronger than that of one hand. Faster. At the same time, the bayonet is narrower than a traditional longsword, which means that it is more difficult to block.

Therefore, in various places where the new Circassian army was stationed, the vast majority of the soldiers completed the assassination action, and a large number of Slavi soldiers with bayonets in the face fell screaming.

This is not always the case, though. There will always be stronger, more cunning, and quicker Slavites, dodging the thrusts of the new Circassian army, and then leaping up, toppling the walls, knocking their opponent down, and killing him with a sword, cutlass or battle axe.

After that, these elite warriors would face two different fates - if they had a good enough and wealthy master, or if they had enough money to equip themselves with a fine iron scale armor, then they would have been able to more or less avoid the collective attack of the new Circassian army around them.

And if they don't, then they will end up worse - they will be pierced by a few bayonets, or long swords. Then, like a broken pocket, he was kicked off the parapet.

Of course, it didn't matter if it was the former, an elite Slavic warrior covered in heavy scale armor like the former—William had already organized a dozen or so small forces of five or eight knights, with knightly and even great knight-level combat power. They patrol the perimeter of the parapet and pounce on them as soon as they spot such an oversized enemy. Without mercy and without a sense of honor at all, they concentrate on killing them.

This ensured the order of the city's defense warfare. At the same time, the concave design of the fortress also played a role. The protruding forts were flanked by light artillery aimed at the concave interior, a large section of the parapet where the Slavites were concentrated, and twelve-barreled organ guns.

These specialized anti-infantry weapons would deliver unbearable crossfire on the besieging Slavites—dense shotguns, as well as large buckshot bullets fired continuously. These projectiles, which were fired from the left and right in unison, would destroy a large number of Slavites with each concentrated firepower.

"Yes, today is better than yesterday. But it doesn't make sense. "Seeing the Slavians who died horribly under the ravages of artillery fire and all kinds of gunpowder weapons under the city, and the few Slavic warriors who rushed to the city and were immediately tortured and killed. William commented in his heart - except for a few sections of the parapet wall, which were in danger due to the lack of mercenary strength, the rhythm and outcome of today's battle were still under William's control.

And the few sections where there was a dangerous parapet were quickly sealed with the support of a large number of reinforcement reserves. The little place that was lucky enough to occupy at the head of the city was also quickly taken back by the Mestian army.

That's it. In just two hours of siege, the first wave of Slavian berserkers was almost completely annihilated, and the second wave of Slavi troops retreated after losing more than 30% of their troops. Then, under the threat of nomadic cavalry and centaur warriors, the second Slavian detachment entered the battlefield with trepidation, losing more than 20 percent of its strength in a hesitation.

After this, the Tartarian army, Kublai and Sarida Khan, finally gave up their plans to attack again. The trumpets sounded again, and the Slavites, who were staggering in front of the fortress of the Mestian army, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Turning his head, he quickly left the terrifying, terrifying fortress that had terrified them.

"It's a victory again. William looked at the gray retreating Slavians and thought to himself - it seemed that these Slavians were not too powerful. And it seems that the Tartarian army is not difficult to resist.

In today's battle, the Slavites paid close to 10,000 dead and wounded. The average casualty of the 20,000-man squad exceeded 30 percent. For a long time to come, these two 10,000-strong teams may not be able to go to the battlefield again.

If the premise is that 10,000 troops are killed and wounded every day, then Tartaria's 200,000 troops can be wiped out in less than a month. That sounds ridiculous. But in reality, it really is.

But of course, even if Sarida Khan really went crazy, the other nobles of Tartaria would stop him from doing such a thing. This made William even more optimistic about his future:

"Perhaps in a few days, Sarida Khan will withdraw because he cannot afford such high casualties and the logistical pressure of maintaining such a large army. The feats of holding off the enemies of humanity and the feats of slaying tens of thousands of Tartarian troops are enough to make me a human hero worthy of it. Even, savior. William thought to himself.

That is, while he thinks so in his heart, he is full of beautiful visions for the future, but in the Tartarian army, there is a gloomy cloud.

The defeat of two consecutive days and the death of more than 15,000 Slavian soldiers demoralized the Tartarian army involved in this battle.

Although the vast majority of those killed and wounded before were third-class people, they were inferior Slavian soldiers. But it still made the nomads and centaurs of Tartaria feel sad about the death of rabbits and foxes.

In the Golden Tent of Sarida Khan, the Slavian, nomadic and centaur nobles gathered here were all silent and silent. In fact, they can't say anything.

Fortresses like the Bayou are hard to bite, and there are no bones of oil and water, so everyone doesn't like to attack them. Moreover, this time the troops have also recaptured Ruthenia and Pirm. At the same time, enough pressure was exerted on Holmgard and Novgorod.

Under such circumstances, many nobles felt that the purpose of the war had been achieved. This war, which lasted more than two years. Leave the Tartarians physically and mentally exhausted. It's time for an end.