Berserkers don't care about that. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThey've lost the ability to think normally, so let's stink a little bit. Doesn't matter. But the Maisti runner-up was different. The Mestian army is all normal people, so naturally they can't stand such a stench. So, of course, the morale of the Estie runners began to slowly decrease.

In desperation, William had to use a large amount of oil to pour around the city walls, then set it on fire and burn it.

On the same day, the Slavic Berserkers stopped their attack. The fire circled around the fortress at the mouth of the river, forming a natural, human-corpse line of defense. In bursts of crackling, even "pop!" bubbles bursting, those that gradually rotted, highly rotted, and not rotten. All kinds of corpse parts, human organs, bones, clotted blood, hair, armor, clothing...... Little by little, it twisted, deformed, carbonized, melted, and finally became a black-gray, condensed, unknown substance.

On that day, all the soldiers of the Mystia army stationed at the head of the city suffered from anorexia. And for the next few days, he was depressed. Seriously affected the combat effectiveness.

And just like that, things get worse every day. After a continuous overuse of artillery, the artillery of the Mystyan army had problems to varying degrees. Two guns even blew up, almost toppling a battery. After the war, the soldiers of the Mystia Army went in to check it out. It was found that there was not a single living person there.

The few soldiers who were close together were crushed into patties and scum by the impact of the explosion and artillery fragments. Those who were far away had their internal organs shattered by the impact.

"The artillery of this era is really bad. William was not surprised to hear the news - even the barrels of special alloy steel in later generations had to be replaced if they were too much fired. Needless to say, artillery is now cast in copper.

In addition to these artillery, ammunition is also a big problem. The full firepower and the all-**** bombardment for more than ten consecutive days caused countless casualties among the Slavites, and at the same time, it also greatly consumed the ammunition reserves of the Mainist army.

Whether it's the most important reserve of shells for all types of artillery, or the most effective grenades at close range. Most of the reserves have been depleted by the Estile runners.

Only lead bullets, the most basic bullets, and gunpowder were enough to use. It's just that bullets alone and a small number of organ cannons will definitely not be able to stop the Tartarian army. As a result, the Bayou Fortress will encounter more hand-to-hand combat. The battle got even bloodier at this point.

This made William have to pay attention to the physical and mental bodies of the soldiers - such a "opponent is a madman" war is fought too much. There is a high probability that the soldiers will have a nervous breakdown. So William had to speed up the changing of the guard in the various armies. Schedule more shifts to combat this change.

At the same time, in order to boost morale, William also had to go out himself. Standing on this battlefield like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the soldiers under his command shouted and killed together.

And so the battle went on to the fifteenth day.

Fifteen days. Tens of thousands of Slavians died on the parapet of the fortress at the mouth of the river. At the same time, tens of thousands of Tartarian centaurs and nomads died on the battlefield against Duke Otto.

Sensing the danger facing the fortress of the estuary, Duke Otto decided to organize an army to support the fortress.

And in order to prevent the situation of the fortress from being broken. Naturally, the Tartarian army had to do everything possible to prevent the two sides from meeting.

Tens of thousands of nomadic cavalry and centaur armies bypassed the fortress and reached the flat terrain that confronted Duke Otto.

They were astonished, even terrified, to find that Duke Otto's army was almost invincible.

At the very least, it is absolutely impossible to attack and defeat it head-on.

Duke Otto lined up his army of 17,000 into two arrays, expelled all the mercenaries' phalanx of super-long spears, and then asked the mercenaries to level their super-long spears, little by little, slowly, and slowly move forward while maintaining the array. At the same time, the artillerymen also pushed the artillery forward little by little.

In the eyes of the nomadic cavalry and centaur army, it was such a group of cuirassiers and hoplite knights on the left and right flanks. A wall of iron spikes that slowly advances with light artillery. The array of 17,000 troops is horizontal and vertical, showing a kind of geometric beauty. It is impossible for those who see this scene to resist.

"It's just, it's just ......" Seeing Duke Otto's array slowly moving forward, Tartaria Huntaiji Kublai who commanded the cavalry was completely speechless. I don't know what language to use to describe my current "sleeping" mood.

"Retreat—" After this, Kublai gave the order almost without hesitation - it was necessary to retreat, and it was impossible not to retreat. If you don't retreat in this situation, you are looking for death.

However, it is absolutely impossible for Kublai to watch Duke Otto's army gradually approach the fortress at the mouth of the river little by little, and then transport the supplies, ammunition and other materials needed for the fortress into it.

After a little hesitation, Kublai made a decision - immediately afterwards, a large number of centaur archers came out of the ranks, and at the same time, the nomadic light cavalry, almost twice as many as the centaur archers, came out to protect the centaur archers' flanks.

There were more than five thousand in number, and they were armed with sophisticated compound bows of varying lengths and rushed towards the slowly advancing phalanx of super-long spears. After that, the phalanx and the iron spike wall still did not stop advancing, and continued to move forward slowly. The very few soldiers who were shot or wounded were either immediately conscious or set up out of the array, and then replenished by the soldiers in the back.

"Is it completely indifferent? Such an enemy, it's just-" Seeing this scene, Kublai was even more surprised. But soon, he also understood that Duke Otto's tactics were absolutely correct.

His purpose was not to attack and kill as many Tartarian troops as possible. His aim was to break through the siege of Tartarria's army and transport enough supplies for the isolated fortress of the estuary. In this case, such a slow and slow tactic is absolutely correct.

It's not that it's powerful, or that it's infinitely powerful. There is only one reason, and that is to be safe.

This tactic is the safest. As long as this tactic is used, then it is impossible for the Mestian army to lose in the future. And for the Mystian army, which carries special tasks, not losing is equivalent to winning.

"What a bastard!" despite knowing this, understanding Duke Otto's tactics. But Kublai couldn't think of anything that could be cracked.

The opposing army, slowly but surely, advanced with dignity. In this case, there is no other way for him to fight than to fight in a dignified manner.

――If there was no Berserker system, this would be true. So, very lucky, Duke Otto, the army of Tartaria, has an interesting invention handed down from their ancestors.

Having made up his mind, Kublai quickly informed his father, Sarida Khan, of the situation. Sarida Khan quickly made a decision - they were to postpone the siege for a day, and devote all the berserkers, artillery, and centaur archers to the battle against Duke Otto.

And just like that, a vicious battle is about to begin. And after seeing the way of the Tartarian army. Duke Otto sighed secretly, feeling that he could not achieve his strategic goal of going to rescue the fortress at the mouth of the river.

With his order, two fronts, seventeen thousand Mestian troops, stopped. Then the musketeers played, and the gunners played. The new Circassian army loaded, and the grenadiers prepared grenades.

Unlike William's act of distributing grenades throughout the army. Duke Otto, who was not very concerned about the reform of the military system, still organized the elite infantry with large strength into grenadiers separately and used them independently.

And so, on the endless frontier steppes, tens of thousands of berserkers, supported by a large number of nomadic archers and centaur marksmen, and a large number of six- and nine-pound light infantry guns, launched a charge against the Mestian army.

"These lunatics. Seeing the pupils in these eyes shrinking to the size of pinpoint Slavic berserkers, Duke Otto sighed in his heart. After that, the clatter of artillery fire and musket salvos drowned out the roars of the Slavic Warriors.

The three-stage shooting of the new Circassian army, the artillery shotgun shells cut the Slavian berserkers in front of them by one layer - originally, this is the idea of the construction of the new Circassian army - originally against the ordinary army, if the opponent was an ordinary feudal army, then it would definitely collapse after this round of shooting. If it is against the mercenary troops, then their morale will definitely not survive the next round of bayonet charge.

And if it is an elite army, such a dense firepower projection will also give your army an absolute upper hand in the next battle.

In the vast majority of cases, William's line of thought was correct. But this time it was different. The berserker he was up against was a completely irrational madman. They have absolutely no such concept of "morale". Therefore, William's possibility of "using the maximum firepower output in an instant, inflicting a heavy blow on the enemy, and trying to weaken the opponent's morale so as to cause the enemy to collapse" -

After this, the berserkers in the rear stepped on the corpses of their own soldiers and continued to charge towards the line of the Mestian army.

"In general, a hundred meters in armor...... This kind of thing will greatly reduce the physical strength of the soldiers. A normal army would not do such a thing...... It's just ......" Seeing that the other party began to charge at a distance of three or four hundred meters, it was simply a scramble, and Duke Otto couldn't help but sigh like this.