There was a brief silence on the battlefield, except for the sound of artillery and gunfire, and the Rus' infantry in the front row stood in unison, as if they had been immobilized.

They don't want to be professional warriors like cavalry, and they can't avoid being scared when faced with the endless array of strange weapons of the enemy. It's okay to have artillery, after all, although artillery is powerful, it may not be able to blow itself up, but these sticks are different. If you stand in front of a stick, you will be hit and fall to the ground.

The musket phalanx stood in place, but the musketeers attacked alternately, killing nearly three or four thousand of the Rus' infantry in just one minute, and wounding countless others.

Coupled with the roar of artillery, this army, which was mostly composed of serfs, panicked, and the people in the front row hesitated and did not dare to step forward, because stepping forward meant blocking the muzzle of the gun, and no one wanted to send them to death. But the muskets did not hesitate to hesitate, and the phalanx of muskets that took turns firing took human lives one after another, like the most ferocious man-eating beast in mythology.

"Run, run!" The Rus infantry in the front row turned around and ran directly, asking them to go and make shields for their companions in the back, no, no, they didn't have that consciousness!

The situation on the battlefield was chaotic for a while, just like against the Rus cavalry before, the infantry in the front row turned and ran backwards, and if they were blocked by the people behind, they even took out their weapons and cut them down, in their opinion, it was far better to face the people with weapons than the skeleton musketeers who killed people hundreds of meters away with mysterious weapons! At least they could know what they were dying!

If you are hit by a musket, you don't even know how to die, you can't die of depression, but when you get to heaven, you can tell the angels what the cause of your death is.

But I don't know if the angels will forgive such a coward who fled in the face of undead creatures. In fact, there are only more than 10,000 people killed by muskets and less than 20,000 people who have been bombarded by artillery, and there are still quite a few troops left of more than 400,000 people. Or more than 90 percent remaining. But on the battlefield, firearms are extremely severe in their attack on morale, just look at the soldiers in the front row. They were the first to collapse. In fact, there are still many soldiers who have been hit by artillery and are about to collapse, but because they still have the luck that the artillery can't blow up, they are still following orders.

The soldiers in the front row retreated frantically, and the situation on the entire battlefield collapsed, with only more than 10,000 casualties, and the army of 400,000 fell like a mountain.

No one could organize the soldiers in the front row to escape, not even the Overseers, who did not dare to go to the front row of the army to meet the baptism of muskets.

Finally, the soldiers who collapsed by the artillery hit finally couldn't bear it anymore and joined the rout.

"Stop, you lowly serfs. Have you forgotten who gave you life, are you going to betray the great Tsar!" An Overseer walked towards a fleeing soldier with a whip.

The whip in his hand was about to kill the soldier, and he had to make an example of him, and no matter what, he could not let the soldier collapse in his own hands, and if he faced it in a court-martial, it would be extremely detrimental to him.

But the Overseer didn't see that many of the soldiers who walked through him were looking at him with hatred.

It's this guy who, relying on his identity, not only withholds the soldiers' salaries. And even the pensions of the soldiers who died in the war have to be paid!

"Kill him, kill him!" this is a direct soldier.

"Brothers, follow me, do you mean that we were born to be inferior, and now let the adults who are usually high up show us our strength!" This soldier has some culture, and it seems that he has the potential to become the leader of the rebel army.

"Long live Marxism!!" where did this socialist come from?

"Demacia. The barbarian king has collided! My broadsword has long been hungry and thirsty!"

But regardless of the mess of the slogans shouted by the soldiers, it looked like a massive mutiny was about to take place this time.

The Overseer sensed something was wrong and was about to turn back. But he didn't expect that his head would be cut off by others first.

One soldier threw the Overseer's head on the ground with his hand in his hand, and then fled quickly. He wasn't afraid of the Overseers' allies, but the undead army that was being killed! The Overseers were at least human. But who knows what these inhuman spirits will do!

Looking at the already defeated army, the commander sat down in his seat dejectedly. He definitely did not expect that the final result would be like this, an army of 500,000 was defeated by 30,000. No, no, it's not his fault, he is still very confident in his command ability, this time the expedition to the Crimea is basically not much of a problem in his opinion, but who can know that he will kill such an outlier as the undead army on the way, and he can't use common sense to measure the combat effectiveness of these undead armies at all. The strange weapons they hold in their hands are not at all something that flesh and blood can resist, and they are completely non-war crimes. If you were any commander, when faced with such a powerful weapon that you had never seen before, I was afraid that the final result would not be much better than his.

What's more, the composition of this 500,000-strong army is too watery, more than half of them are recruits, and they are also serfs. Expect a group of serfs who can't eat enough and don't sleep well to fight? This, this, this, only the Tsar did not take human life seriously, but the cold climate also exercised the physique of the Rus' people, and even the body of the serfs was very good.

However, discipline and morale are also very bad, and if all 500,000 men are regular troops, although the final result may not be very clear, it will definitely not be defeated without even touching the enemy's edge as it is now.

"Guard, bring me my knife. The commander said tremblingly. The Tsar, who was so overjoyed, would never allow himself to fail so seriously, even if this defeat was completely excusable, and it was impossible for any general to do better than him. But failure is failure, and the tsar only cares about the outcome and does not care about the process.

"Commander......" The guard's voice was also trembling, he knew what the commander was going to do next.

"Do you want to see me humiliated in a court-martial, court-martialed, and then hanged on the gallows?" (To be continued......)