Unlike the mid lane, which is a slightly strange form of warfare. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The Polotsk mercenaries on William's left and right flanks, as well as the tens of Slavi mercenaries on the opposite side, acted completely no different from the previous battles - fifty meters. The muskets of both sides needed to be within fifty meters to be effective. Before that, however, some Slavic soldiers armed with compound bows had already begun to shoot - but for the Polotsk soldiers, who were massively armed with steel helmets and cuirass armor, such shooting was of little use -

Unlike the average Gothic mercenary. The Polotsk mercenaries, who had their bases in the mercantile city-states, were very wealthy and had a very high armor rate - of course, the former was "rich" before the economic crisis.

In this way, the troops on both sides are still moving forward slowly but firmly. At the same time, another weapon that had followed William's infantry in advance, a three-pounder cavalry cannon and three companies of hunters, was again in position - at a distance of one hundred and fifty meters, rifles and shotguns were again fired, inflicting heavy casualties on the opposing Chinese troops.

"Damn! it's just a little clever!" Commander Slavi gritted his teeth and persisted in the face of the heavy casualties of his own troops, even though he didn't know that William's new army was all equipped with flintlock muskets. But looking at the number of firefighters on the other side, Commander Slavi knew that it was not good-

You have to keep the formation, and in order to keep the formation, you have to keep the pace that you have to keep going. If the formation is confused due to the attack of the opponent's hunters and cavalry artillery, it is easy to be defeated by the opponent's musket salvo at close range.

In this way, the Slavi commander gritted his teeth and continued to order, maintaining the current pace and continuing to move forward. In this way, the troops of the Slavi army slowly advanced under the fire of the White Legion. At a distance of almost a hundred meters, the Slavites left hundreds of corpses.

"Fortunately, the number of light artillery and chasseurs on the other side is not large, so we can accept such losses...... Next, it's time to get within the range of the opposing musketeers......

Fifty meters, there should be some losses, but not too much - the number of musketeers on the opposing side is huge. So, the correct tactic is not to do a second shot after one shot. Just press it over. Use the melee advantage of spearmen to determine the victory - after achieving the effect of breaking through the middle, gradually cannibalize the opposing troops. Even, if the opponent breaks out because the middle lane is broken, we can take advantage of the victory to pursue. ”

Commander Slavi thought so in his heart. Although now the Slavic army suffered partial losses. But in his opinion, their chances of winning are still very large.

Only then did Commander Slavi expect something even more unexpected. At close range, the chasseur units of the White Legion turned around and left the battlefield through the gaps in the musket phalanxes. At the same time, the musketeers of the White Legion did not wait for the opponent to enter a distance of fifty meters before firing. Instead, at a distance of thirty meters, a round of shooting was carried out - of course, this round of fire did not kill too much. This overjoyed the Slavic army-

"What a novice - quick, forward! the other side is done this time!" shouted the Slavi officers excitedly. Fifty meters later, a volley of muskets was fired - after which the Slavic troops continued to advance, and when they reached twenty meters in front of the White Legion, the Slavians were surprised to find that the opposing musketeers had already reloaded!

"The other side's muskets - no arquebus, flintlock pistols, so many flintlock pistols on the other side?!"

Under the astonished gaze of the Slavians, the White Legion, at a close distance of twenty meters, fired a three-stage salvo - at such a close distance, even the pitiful low accuracy of the smoothbore guns was enough to hit the target! In the deafening roar of muskets like popping beans, the Slavites were knocked down as if they were cutting wheat. The death rate of the first three and four platoons of each phalanx exceeded 30 percent, and the casualties of some unlucky companies even exceeded 50 percent!

On the front of the battlefield, the Slavites were on the verge of collapse almost instantaneously - though this was not the end - after three volleys. The White Legionnaires pulled out wooden-handled grenades from their waists - in an era of industrial improvement, William easily solved the problem of fuses. Improved the grenade to pull the line to trigger the ignition.

And so, in an instant, more than two thousand grenades were thrown into the midst of the uncovered, bare-ked Slavic in a dense phalanx - at the same time as the grenades exploded, the Polotsks of the White Regiment charged - and the Polotsks, armed with bayonets and guns, roared for revenge and rushed at the remaining Slavic soldiers like madness - overturning, stabbing them and stabbing them into honeycombs.

Almost instantly, the front of the Slavites' mid lane collapsed. Bombarded by artillery shotguns, bombarded by a dense range of muskets, bombarded by grenades, stabbed by bayonets - simple, correct, and surprisingly effective tactics cut the nerves of the Slavians in an instant. The soldiers screamed and turned backwards to flee.

“...... How could it be?!" Seeing that his own troops were crushed in such a short period of time. The Slavic commander and the Slavian officers under his command all changed their faces. Under the fierce offensive of the White Legion, the Chinese units of the Slavites were irretrievable. affected. There was also a great shake on the left and right flanks of the Slavites. Some of the soldiers turned their heads and fled with the troops in the center. Some soldiers also dropped their weapons and chose to surrender.

Even the Slavites, who still choose to fight, can have low morale. Except for a very small number of people who choose to fight because of patriotism and loyalty, the vast majority of the rest are at a loss because the situation is unknown.

Over time, the Slavi commander dared to assure. They will flee in greater numbers and faster.

"Damn it......" the Slavic commander was sweating profusely - if the situation continued like this, then the Slavic army would definitely lose. Think about what happens if you lose.

Novgorod was defeated and lost his country, but what kind of revenge he would receive as the commander-in-chief of this war was very important - his family property, his estates and lands in his name. His beautiful wife and concubine. All this will be deprived by the winners. He's going to be penniless. It's like the down-and-out aristocrats he has always looked down on before. Become a high-class market scoundrel who has nothing but a title of nobility.

In any case, the Slavi commanders did not want such a thing to happen. It's just that, now it seems, he doesn't seem to have any good way other than to continue to send more troops to the front.

"But that's all I have left in my hands......" Commander Slavi turned and looked at the Novgorod City Guard, which was forming the second array, behind him.

"Now, the opponent's formation has become a lot more chaotic because of the pursuit. If you send cavalry now, it's time to launch a counter-charge against the other side. Even if we cannot turn defeat into victory, we can definitely turn the tide of the tide! This war will be unwinnable. I have soldiers in my hands, and everyone has to look up to them. Not really...... Just go straight to that little goth. But ......"

After thinking about the positive side of this, Commander Slavi began to think about the negative side - if he still failed after throwing in this army, he would definitely end up a hundred times worse than he had thought before - this City Guard was not there to go to war in the first place, but to serve as a guard of honor. There are too many noble sons among them - if too many of them die, even if this war is won, they will definitely have a hard time in the rest of their lives......

"What should I do?" Commander Slavi sweated on his forehead, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Seeing that his commander looked hesitant and unable to say anything, the hearts of the surrounding Slavic officers were cold—it was not only the Slavic commander who thought about the consequences of defeat. Such an obvious thing, the vast majority of Slavians thought of it. They also did not want defeat.

"General, at this time, you should cheer up and think of a way!" they said.

It was at this time that the collapse of the left and right flanks of the first array of the Slavic army accelerated. Under William's command, two regiments of New Army infantry, one on the left and one on the right, launched a flank attack on the Slavians. Under the support of cavalry artillery and chasseurs. The two infantry regiments, in company units, reorganized several musketeer phalanxes. Buckshot vs. throwing grenades, artillery shotguns vs. hunters' fire...... The Crusaders' long-range fire continued to bombard the flanks of the Slavians on both sides.

The flanks were attacked. The troops in the center suffered a crushing defeat. Under tremendous pressure, the Slavians' low will to fight was once again revealed. A large number of Slavian soldiers fled or surrendered in wailing. The defeat of the Slavic army has been revealed.

In this situation, wandering around the main battlefield, the nomadic cavalry attached to the Slavic army chose to retreat almost without hesitation. They did not greet a single one, but turned their horses around and fled without looking back.

"Can't hesitate any longer!" Seeing that the front of the battlefield was so bad. Commander Slavi gritted his teeth, but finally decided to take a gamble -

"The second array advances. Heavy cavalry regiments, lancer regiments. Gather all the cavalry for me and attack the opponent's midfield!! so that these arrogant goths can see the strength of our Slavian elite!!"

Commander Slavi roared hoarsely, pinning his last hope on the three cavalry regiments of the City Guard.