85_85536 is different from William's large formation of an infantry battalion with three companies and a platoon of 500 men, and an infantry company with 150 men. The tactics currently prevalent in the human world are usually three companies for a battalion. A small number of 100 people per company. In large-scale battles, an infantry battalion of three hundred people is used as a unit, and in skirmishes a company phalanx is the basic unit.

In William's view, there were pros and cons to this kind of establishment. The advantage is that small units are more flexible in battle. The disadvantage is that this kind of small organization has higher requirements for officers and soldiers. However, on the whole, the advantages still outweigh the disadvantages.

William naturally knew this, but he finally reorganized the army, or reorganized the army into a large formation of three battalions.

This was partly due to the fact that William did not have enough qualified officers under his command. The second reason is to seize military power.

William's current reputation as "righteousness" is insufficient. He could not have been like the rulers of later generations when the concept of the state and nation was born and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. "Righteousness" alone is enough to exert sufficient influence on the military.

In this era when the national concept is weak and "loyalty" is equally weak, the army is synonymous with "having milk is a mother" in many cases. Since ancient Roman times, the Praetorian Guard carried out palace coups, killed the emperor and then auctioned off the throne or something, and this kind of bastard thing is not uncommon. In modern times, Western Europe is a little better, but Tsarist Russia, which is known as the Third Rome, has not learned other benefits of Rome, but the Praetorian Guard political rebellion has been fully learned. Tsars of the past few have had a good beginning and a good end......

That's it, William can relax a little about other things, but for military power, he absolutely has to grasp it in his hands. At the end of the day, it's a troubled time. And in troubled times, only force can make people feel at ease.

Moreover, this "force" must be larger and stronger than others'.

It's like now.

Indeed, the mercenaries of the Starlight Corps are as good as heaven and earth compared to those shield spearmen who are temporarily licensed.

This is clearly demonstrated by their attitude in the face of artillery bombardment.

They are fearless in the face of death.

In the face of the heavy lead ball that roared and swooped down with the breath of death, the mercenaries still strode forward with their heads held high, unhurried.

And after the shells bombarded their ranks, they had no fear when they saw the dead people around them, the dead soldiers. William clearly saw that the debris of the minced meat and internal organs that had been blasted out by the shells stuck to their bodies and faces, and they were not afraid, their eyes were not taken away, and their faces did not change.

"This one is elite. When William saw this, he nodded secretly - these mercenaries are really capable. Looking at this morale, this can be regarded as the kind of soldier who is not afraid of life and death in modern times. In contrast, our own new army is somewhat inferior in morale and training, and at the same time, it is overwhelmingly backward in terms of combat experience.

However, in terms of equipment, tactics and combat concepts, the new army of the other side is stronger than the mercenaries of the other side. That's why William dared to play against them.

Their morale is good, their formation is good, and their training range is higher than that of the Circassian army. At the same time, their combat experience is incomparable with the new Circassian army.

But so what? They are doomed. Absolute. William is confident, William is convinced, he will win. Even the guys on the other side are a bunch of hideous and terrifying. Covered in blood, minced meat, organ fragments, and tissue fluids, the mercenaries of the Starlight Corps who look like devils in hell will definitely win.

As long as his predetermined tactics can be implemented perfectly.

This is what William is most worried about.

To tell the truth, these mercenaries who are striding forward, with fierce and hideous faces on their faces, bring people a shock that is definitely not inferior to the roar of artillery.

Even in a certain way, there is still a pass.

The roar of artillery brings death, and these can face the roar of artillery and stride forward without hurrying. At the same time, after being shot in the queue, after the manpower is damaged, the mercenaries can move forward while forming a team, filling the gap in the artillery, giving people the feeling that they are not afraid of life and death.

Death, and not even afraid of death. If he had to choose one of these two shocks, William felt that the latter's Cheng dù was higher than the former. And seeing these mercenaries rolling forward, seeing these enemies who are more and more hideous one by one, the soldiers of the 1st Infantry Battalion of the New Army under William are naturally a little ...... No, I should say very scared.

William knew very well that Ling Chi was in more pain than cutting off his head. A blunt knife is more uncomfortable than a quick knife. The other party rushed up like a hula, so the soldiers of the new army might not be too afraid. But they are not, they are striding forward, and the speed is always neither fast nor slow. This feeling of slow oppression is more terrifying than the fierce charge that rushes up.

William knew that in addition to intimidating his own side and maintaining his formation, these guys also had another tactical goal, that is, they wanted to exchange for a volley from their own side.

The mercenaries were well aware of the power of musket volleys. So they wanted to scare their musketeers with such oppression. When people are under pressure, the first action they make subconsciously is to fight back. That is, it is easy for the new musketeers to pull the trigger and shoot buckshot when they cannot support the pressure.

As long as one musketeer does this, the other musketeers who are also under great pressure will follow suit. This round of musket volleys was fired.

William visually observed that the current mercenary phalanx was still eighty meters away from the new Circassian army. And the best firing distance for flintlock smoothbore guns is within fifty meters. If you shoot in advance, you won't be able to cause too many casualties.

Seeing that his own volley could not inflict too many casualties on the opponent. The other party is still moving forward unhurriedly. Naturally, the Forces nouvelles will be more flustered. When I was so flustered, my hands trembled. The speed of reloading will not be too fast. Eighty meters away. The opponent launched a charge with a flat spear, and he would definitely be able to rush over in less than twenty seconds. At that time, before your soldiers have finished reloading, they will not be able to shoot the next salvo.

Morale is low, and the opportunity is lost. The length of the musket and bayonet was about 2.3 meters. The extra-long spear has a length of 4.8 meters. The opponent came in formation, and his own soldiers did not even have the ability to resist.

The position of the 1st Infantry Battalion was taken away by the enemy so lightly, and the morale of its own side naturally dropped a lot. And the mercenary troops will be able to take it in stride. In this way, one comes and the other goes. It is impossible to say that the new Circassian army will be defeated.

That's it, in the blink of an eye, William has already gone through the possibility of his own defeat in his mind. And it's very simple to prevent this from happening. All it takes is to give an order.

That is, to tell the soldiers not to shoot.

"Steady! Don't shoot! Don't shoot until you hear my orders! Don't shoot?! Don't put your finger on the trigger! Listen to my orders, don't put your finger on the trigger! Whoever doesn't listen to the order will kill anyone!"

William shouted desperately, almost hoarsely. Shouting over and over again. The soldiers were forced not to shoot. Any soldier who subconsciously put his finger on the trigger would be whipped with a leather whip when he saw it.

William's shouting, scolding, and whipping made the New Army soldiers tremble and reflexively tense.

The shouting reminded them of what happened to them on the training ground. Let them have a delusion in a trance. On the battlefield, there seems to be no difference from the training ground......

In this way, William, together with the other three company commanders, suppressed the unstable military spirit that was about to move.

But as these mercenaries continued to approach, William was also a little uncertain in his heart.

After all, they are now fighting against humanity. Seeing danger, the soldiers subconsciously wanted to fight back. And as the enemy soldiers get closer, the more they want to do it. Even William can't guarantee that these guys will hold on.

Moreover, this is their first battle.

"It doesn't matter if you don't stick to it. Just get as close as possible. Yes, the closer the better. Every meter the enemy advances is our victory!" William thought to himself. At the same time, he continued to shout loudly to his soldiers in a hoarse voice, and in the meantime he had to pay attention to the ultra-long spear phalanx of the Starlight Corps, which was slowly moving forward and oppressive, to visually inspect and calculate how far the opponent was from his own position......

It was in this situation that William suddenly noticed that the sound of artillery behind him had stopped—it was supposed to be the most advantageous weapon to support the front.

He jerked his head back and saw that in the artillery position, buckets and buckets of water were pouring water on the hot barrels. Cold water was poured on it, and the hot water rolled down - the barrel of the gun overheated, and the gun was temporarily unusable.

"What a bastard—" William shouted angrily. He was even a little hysterical, a little disappointed, even hopeless. At the same time, the mercenaries of the Starlight Corps seem to be aware of this change.

They flattened the extra-long spears they had originally carried on their shoulders, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of spears appeared in their hands. The speed also increased sharply, and he began to sprint, charging towards the Circassian array. And at this time, the distance between them and the new Circassian army was about sixty meters.

"Steady!Steady!!No one can shoot without my orders, do you hear that?!" William only felt that his heart was in his throat, and his voice changed ...... tone.