85_85536 "The power of the explosion is average, and the lethality of shrapnel is also average. The damage range and radius are also average. The number is still average...... However, even this is enough!" William quickly made this judgment in his heart. Then shouted loudly:

"Keep throwing!Don't stop, keep throwing!!"

The grenadiers, who had just been taken aback by the power of the explosion, immediately came to their senses and continued to throw - and at the same time, Ivanovich, one of the enemy troops on the opposite side, also came to his senses in the shortest possible time. He shouted, "Keep charging! Only a little distance! Keep charging, and you can defeat your opponent!!" At the same time, he waved the battle axe in his hand and cut off the heads of the two rogues who were cowering beside him.

"Rush over, the other side's grenadiers will be useless! Hurry up!"

As an old fritter on the battlefield, he and his Slavic soldiers had seen the power of hand grenades - but he did not expect that the grenade in William's hand could be thrown so far - fifteen paces, about thirty to forty meters. And the average round grenade can be thrown up to fifteen meters, which is already very good.

"We don't have muskets, we don't have bows, the only way to deal with it is to keep charging!" Ivanovich figured out how to deal with it in an instant. At the urging and threat of him and the Slavic warriors, and more importantly, under the effect of the dozens of heads cut off by their tomahawks, the rogue bandits, who were already fierce, continued to grit their teeth and rushed towards the Chersk people.

It's a lot faster.

The sprint distance of tens of meters is extremely physical exertion. Even trained athletes who run down without weights are a little tired. Not to mention the people on the other side, all of whom have been short of food and clothing for a long time. And they still have weapons in their hands.

Whether it is a sword, a spear or a club, it weighs at least a few pounds. It's fine if these weapons are used by normal people in normal times. But the problem is that there aren't many of these rogues in the first place. That's why it's even heavier to hold these weapons. The distance of thirty or forty meters seemed so long and so far away in their eyes. At the same time, it's so ......

So dangerous.

During the other side's charge, the grenadiers did not stand still stupidly. Or maybe there are guys who want to stand still stupidly. But under William's shouting and scolding, they still lit the fuse in a panic and threw it.

"Thankfully, the fools didn't make a mistake and threw grenades into their own army. Looking at the scrambled appearance of this group of guys, William suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

At the same time, looking at the fifty grenades flying towards them along the parabola, the rogues shouted.

There's nothing they can do with these things. I could only shout and dodge.

After the grenades landed, most of the rogues panicked and ducked to the side - although some of the rogues were more brave and rushed to pick up the grenades and wanted to throw them back.

Of course, those who are more brave ...... Or that the stupid guys usually don't end well.

The fuses had already burned off a lot of grenades, and most of them exploded in their hands. And then there is no after.

As a result, this time the grenade attack, although it killed fewer enemies, further destroyed the opponent's formation, further weakened morale, and became more chaotic.

"Well......" William thought for a moment, and then gave a new order - not to be lost. Now is the time to take advantage of the situation.

"Stay in formation, move forward, walk in unison!"

It's like being electrocuted. After William's order, the reservists, who had already formed a conditioned reflex, instantly straightened up. Then step on the inaudible drum beat and approach in unison.

This time, it was the rogue's turn to be under tremendous pressure. Although these people are fierce enough as bandits. But a rabble is a rabble after all. I saw these soldiers walking in unison, and saw the dense gun forest composed of super long guns getting closer and closer. Many of the rogues were stunned. Just standing where you are, neither moving forward nor backward. And while the phalanx of super-long spears was advancing, the grenadiers in the phalanx did not stop attacking - they carried five grenades with them, and now they did not use even half of them.

In this way, after the third round of grenade throwing, the rogues at the front of the array watched as the Chersk reserve phalanx collided. In the midst of William's shout of "Stab to the right!". The super-long pikemen in the first three rows were brushed together, as if they had been trained tens of thousands of times. Duanping spear stabbed forward.

In a muffled sound of "poof" like a sack being punctured. At the front, each of the dozens of rogues in Lala had been shot more than twice. Their uncovered, unprotected bodies, which have lost most of their water, fat and muscles, are easily pierced.

Their last bit of strength, along with the small amount of blood coming out of the wound, left their bodies. After the reservists drew their spears, they fell. The convulsions shrank into a ball, really like tattered sacks.

At the same time, the third round of grenades exploded in the enemy group.

The fire, the sound of explosions, the smoke of gunpowder, the scattered fragments of cast iron, and the pungent smell of sulfur made the battle unforgettable for the rest of its life. With this qiē slowly advancing over the phalanx of super long spears, the pressure on people is also increasing. Bigger and bigger - they don't do anything else, they don't talk, they don't shout, they don't run. They're just striding forward. Then, after William's order to "stab to the right!" was given, the gun forest instantly stretched forward again, and then, dozens of rogues fell to the ground.

That's it, under the bombardment of throwing grenades, under the slow advance of the phalanx of ultra-long guns. The Rogue forces were almost destroyed with ease.

Unable to resist, unable to resist. There was no other way but death - the rogue army was showing faint signs of collapse.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. If the other person continues to move forward, the path will become wider. There were no guards on either side of his phalanx. Then it's our turn to fight back!" Ivanovich gritted his teeth and insisted, desperately shouting for his rogue soldiers to continue to hold on, while thinking desperately, hoping to find a way to survive in the realm of death.

However, what happened next made Ivanovic's last thoughts disappear without a trace.

"The 10th line of the 1st and 2nd companies turn left and right! Advance forward! Fill the formation on the left and right!" Under William's orders one by one, the front on the battlefield continued to widen. The soldiers who lined up behind the reserve phalanx were also constantly moving to the left and right, widening the phalanx.

In this way, the "turnaround" that Ivanovich hoped for was naturally unlikely to occur in a short time.

"Damn, I didn't expect these guys to be more than just looks. "William's modern military training methods, the changes in the queue of training, made Ivanovic stunned. And at this time, the Slavian warriors around him also had little fighting spirit.

"Ivan, let's go! it's too late to run. Anyway, the Grand Duchy of Mazovia is so big. Let's find another chance to pull people back together!"

"Let's go?" Ivanovich sneered. The fool who persuaded him to go didn't think about it for a while. But Ivanovich remembers it clearly. There is still a cavalry unit in the Chersk county that has not yet come out.

In fact, before that, in their predetermined tactics, the 200-cavalry private guard was the biggest opponent of the Rogue Army.

It's just that he didn't expect that before the opponent's cavalry troops appeared, his own side would be defeated......

"It's useless. Ivanovich sneered: "If you run, can you outrun the other party's hussars? If you run away for a while, you will definitely die!"

Hearing Ivanovich say this, all the Slavic warriors around him came to their senses, and then hurriedly asked Ivanovic: "So, what should we do?" Seeing that Ivanovich was still just sneering, the number two among the Slavic warriors hurriedly said: "You are the smartest of us, and the most methodical! Now is the time for you to make up your mind!"

"What can I do?" Ivanovic's smile became colder and colder: "It's all at this time, what else can I do......? It's not surprising, is it? We're just as desperate as we are, aren't we?"

As Ivanovich's words fell, the Slavic warriors, who had just looked a little panicked and a little frightened, calmed down again - yes, as Ivanovich said, it was really not a big deal. And as for desperately, they Slavites, from the time they were born to the present, which day are they not desperate?

"It's done!!" The number two of the Slavi warriors gritted his teeth, waved the battle axe in his hand, and shouted: "Fight a hand, fight a hand!" I looked at it, and the other side's professional infantry was only two or three hundred at most. And just pikemen. The others were all peasant troops that were inferior to the rogues. As long as we can break through the opponent's spear phalanx, then winning or losing is not certain!"

Hearing him say this, the Slavic warriors reinvigorated. These fierce and brutal warriors, who are as terrible as the white bears of the north, have made up their minds. Intending to fight the Goths - .