On October 29, 1747, all the nations and powers of the human world, wise and cunning, or foolish and weak—all the kings and nobles focused all their attention on the fortress of stone, cement, and iron on the banks of the Vistula River in the great frontier region, the kingdom of Wende, Mazovia, and the Vistula. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info only because the final showdown between the Hereford family and the Tartarya Khanate is about to begin.

Everyone was very nervous and desperate to know the outcome of this war. Because the victory or defeat of this war will affect the political situation in the great border areas, even the entire Old World, and even the whole world.

Among them, the most nervous are the four grand dukes of the Wende Kingdom. And the most complicated mood is none other than the four grand dukes of the Wende Kingdom.

They want the Hereford family to win. Because they are closest to the battlefield. If the Tartarian army wins, then they will suffer.

At the same time, they want to defeat the Hereford family. Because if they win, they will be the saviors of the entire human world. Their prestige will completely overshadow that of the four Grand Dukes. Then next, I'm afraid that the throne of the Wende Kingdom will also ......

Among them, the one who least wants the Hereford family to win is Archduke Henry. Because his Grand Duchy was far from the battlefield. And he himself is relatively close to the throne of the Wende Kingdom.

However, taking these subjective factors out of the equation, the vast majority of people agree that it should be Tartaria who will win in the end.

This is true both in terms of the strength of the two sides and the records of both sides. William did have a certain reputation in the Great Frontier area. But most of that is the reputation gained as a civilian official, through management and reform. In fact, to this day, William's title is still best known as "Mystia Tingxiang", the number one position among civil officials. And then there's his earl title. If not only in terms of title, but also in terms of status, above the titles of Mystia Tingxiang and Earl, there are also two identities: the son of Otto von Hereford, and the heir to the title of Duke of Mystia.

Whatever one may say, it is hard to believe that William would be a good general, or even a qualified general. If they hadn't seen William in person, they would have had a hard time believing that the famous Mystiatin met such a handsome and handsome young man.

Most people think of William as a gloomy, perhaps handsome, but unhealthy, morbidly beautiful, neurotic, withdrawn and talented young man. It's like the genius of the vast majority of people who are insoluble in the world.

On the other hand, Sarida Khan is a natural disaster, an enemy of mankind, and a terrifying demon king who threatens the safety of all mankind.

Compared to the two, Sarida Khan is so tall that he doesn't know where to go.

"I'm going to die. If that kid dies, then the Hereford family will be gone. In this case, what will become of the Wende Kingdom?"

Many people are thinking about this question.

However, this is not the case. Maybe others don't know, but at least, Sarida Khan has seen William as a great enemy on the same level as him.

The enemy must be dealt with with all his might.

At the same time, William also said of Sarida Khan.

Although he could not accept Sarida Khan's actions, William was able to understand Sarida Khan's heart.

"He hopes, no, he's going to have to win all the way. Just because he is Sarida Khan...... I'm different from him, I'm William von Hereford...... However, this does not mean that I can accept the defeat of this war. ”

William thought to himself, and then once again cast his eyes to the nine white silk trees swaying in the wind outside the fortress.

This time, the distance between him and Sarida Khan was much closer than before.

"But we'll win. Yes, there will be victory. Thinking of this, William remembered his trump card again - yes, he still hid at least two hole cards from beginning to end, and even when the situation was so critical, he did not show it.

"So, as long as things are the same as I calculated...... No, it should be said that if things match my calculations by 50 percent, then the victory must be mine. So there's nothing to worry about. William thought so in his heart, which was to cheer himself up. Because of this, he regained a little self-confidence. Subconsciously, he looked at his side again.

There Shalumi was, dressed in full re-armor and scabbard with her sword in her hand. The war went on to such an extent that everyone in the fortress had to be mobilized, even the logistics, such as the cooks, had to pick up swords and muskets to fight, not to mention people like Charlumi, who actually already had the strength of a great knight.

However, although Charlumi is stronger than most of the soldiers. But seeing her appear on the battlefield, William still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"But we'll win, we'll be fine. Whether it's me, or Charlumie. Or most of the people inside this fortress. We can all survive as victors, as heroes. William thought to himself.

"Fight, then, my soldiers. "It is different from the fact that at the beginning of the war, Sarida Khan gave a loud and continuous speech to boost morale. William's voice was very calm, and he didn't want to use any rhetoric to boost the morale of the soldiers. What should be said has already been said, and more importantly, they are the righteous side of defending the country. In addition to this, these soldiers belong to the modern army, and their morale and tenacity are much stronger than the Tartarian army in the feudal era.

So William only had to promise them one thing.

"We're going to win. William said this in a calm tone, as if he were recounting the facts—and after that, cheers rang through the sky. The soldiers, who were tired and sleepy, had used up all their shells and grenades, and were now fighting the enemy only with their flesh and blood, seemed to be back to the beginning of the war in an instant. They are at their strongest, and their morale is at their highest.

“...... It's puzzling. At the same time, there was a wisp of doubt in Sarida Khan's heart. He did not understand why his enemies were able to maintain such high morale in such a difficult situation.

"But it doesn't matter. Sarida Khan thought to himself: "No matter what, I will be victorious." ”

Then, he gave the order: "Attack." ”

At the behest of Sarida Khan, a large number of Slavian soldiers were either willingly or forcibly taken Berserker potion. The berserkers, numbering twenty thousand, roared and charged towards the fortress. Behind them, there were two more Slavians with a squad of 10,000 people. Further behind, there were a large number of nomadic soldiers and centaurs.

The nomadic warriors who had been on the steppe all year round had left for their mounts—they were clad in the strongest armor and held the brightest scimitars in their hands.

Sarida Khan gathered all the most heroic and strongest warriors of the nomadic tribes, and the elite nomadic hoplites, numbering 7,000, would take on the third attack.

In general, in this case, the overwhelming majority of Tartarian nobles and ordinary soldiers considered it sufficient.

No one can resist in this situation. Absolutely no one can withstand a wave of elite soldiers after defeating two waves of berserkers.

If this is if the opponent's fort defense system remains intact, forget it. But everyone in the army of Tartaria knew that their enemy's artillery was already running out of shells. In this case, there is no possibility for them to fail, there is no possibility of failure at all!

At the sound of the trumpets of the Tartarian army, the berserkers roared and charged the fortress. The artillery and grenades that could stop them are gone. William could fire them in a wave with a pipe cannon and a three-stage salvo at most, with a musket. Kill up to a tenth of their troops. After that, it will enter the hand-to-hand combat stage. Although in hand-to-hand combat, the Slavian Berserkers who were on the attacking side were still not very advantageous. But this was already the best result they could have achieved - and Sarida Khan believed that this "relatively best result" was enough to affect the outcome of the battle-

It's a pity that he miscalculated!

That is, at the same time as the first wave of berserkers in Tartaria attacked, along the upper reaches of the Vistula, dozens of light river warships drove over-

In this case, William has another option.

"It's here. Seeing the soft sails on the ship, William sighed in his heart - yes, it was before this, the Polotsk river fleet, which fought a little and then withdrew from the battle sequence. They're back. In a situation where both sides have almost lost their ability to shell, more than twenty gunboats armed with twelve guns are enough to become a force that turns the tide of the entire battle!

"This is probably the day I have ever had the most favorable opinion of the people of Polotsk in my life. William said to Charlumi - and at the same time, the river fleet was getting closer. More and more people saw river gunboats. On the parapet wall of the fortress, the soldiers of the Mystyan Army who saw this scene couldn't help but cheer-

Artillery support, they still have artillery support, although the direction of the launch is different from the base from which it is fired. But this doesn't matter at all! As long as there is the help of these big guys who can emit the pungent smell of gunpowder and sulfur, then this battle will definitely be won by them! Everyone, including William, firmly believes this!