It is different from the large organization promoted by William that an infantry battalion has three companies and a platoon of 500 people, and an infantry company has 150 people. otbnkotgt In William's opinion, this arrangement has advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage is that small units are more flexible in battle.
The disadvantage is that this small establishment has higher quality requirements for officers and soldiers.
But overall, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
William naturally knew this, but he finally prepared the army and organized it into a large organization of three battalions.
This was partly because William did not have enough qualified officers under his command.
The second reason is to seize military power.
William's current "great righteousness" status is insufficient.
He cannot be like those rulers in later generations when the concept of country and nation emerged and became deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
"Great justice" alone is enough to exert sufficient influence on the army.
In this era when national concepts are weak and "loyalty" is also weak, the military is often synonymous with "having breasts means being a mother".
Starting from ancient Rome, the Praetorian Guards carried out palace coups, killed the emperor and then auctioned off the throne.
This kind of bastard thing was not uncommon.
In modern times, Western Europe was a little better, but Tsarist Russia, known as the Third Rome, did not learn the other advantages of Rome, but it did learn the political mutiny of the Praetorian Guards.
There are few tsars in the past who started well and ended well.
That's it.
William can be a little more relaxed about other things, but when it comes to military power, he must definitely hold it in his hands.
After all, these are troubled times.
In troubled times, only force can make people feel at ease.
Moreover, this "force" must be larger than others, and it must be stronger than others.
Just like now.
Indeed, the quality, combat effectiveness, morale, and organization of the mercenaries of the Starlight Corps are as good as those of the spearmen with temporary licenses.
The clear proof is their attitude when facing artillery bombardment.
They are fearless in the face of death.
Facing the heavy lead ball that roared towards them with the breath of death, the mercenaries still walked forward with their heads held high, without any hurry or slowness.
And after the artillery shells hit their ranks, they looked at the dead people and dead soldiers around them without any fear.
William could clearly see that the remains of minced meat and internal organs that had been blasted by the shells were stuck to their bodies and faces.
They were not afraid, staring intently, and their expressions did not change.
"This is the elite."
William nodded secretly when he saw this scene.
These mercenaries are indeed capable.
Looking at this morale, this is the kind of modern robot soldier who is not afraid of life and death.
In comparison, the morale and training level of our own new army are somewhat inferior, and at the same time, they are overwhelmingly behind in terms of combat experience.
However, our new army is stronger than the opponent's mercenaries in terms of equipment, tactics and combat concepts.
This is the reason why William dares to confront them.
Their morale was good, their formation was good, and their level of training was higher than that of the new Circassian army.
At the same time, their combat experience is unmatched by the Circassian New Army.
But so what?
They were doomed.
Absolutely.
William was confident, William believed, that he would win.
Even those guys on the opposite side are a ferocious and terrifying group.
The mercenaries of the Starlight Corps, whose bodies were covered with blood, minced meat, organ fragments and tissue fluid, looked like devils in hell, and he would definitely win.
As long as his planned tactics can be implemented perfectly.
This is what William is most worried about.
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To be honest, these mercenaries who were striding forward with fierce and ferocious looks on their faces were definitely no less intimidating than the roar of artillery.
Even more so to some extent.
The roar of artillery brings death to people, but these people can face the roar of artillery and stride forward unhurriedly.
At the same time, the mercenaries who were shot in the queue and were still able to move forward and reorganize the team after losing their manpower, filling the gaps created by the artillery, gave people the impression that they were not afraid of life and death.
Death, and not even afraid of death.
If he had to choose between these two shocks, William felt that the latter was stronger than the former.
And seeing these mercenaries rolling forward, seeing these enemies that were more ferocious than the last, the soldiers of the First Infantry Battalion of the New Army under William were naturally a little uncomfortable, it should be said that they were very scared.
William knew very well that Ling Chi suffered more pain than beheading.
Cutting meat with a dull knife is more painful than a sharp knife.
If the other party swarmed forward like a hula, then the New Army soldiers might not be too scared.
But they are not, they stride forward, always neither too fast nor too slow.
This slow sense of oppression is actually more terrifying than the fierce charge of a swarm.
William knew that in addition to intimidating his own side and maintaining their formation, these guys also had another tactical goal, which was to get a salvo from their own side.
The mercenaries were well aware of the power of musketry volleys.
So they wanted to use this sense of oppression to scare their own musketeers.
When a person is under pressure, the first subconscious action is to fight back.
In other words, it is easy for the new army musketeers to pull the trigger and shoot lead bullets when they cannot withstand the pressure.
As long as one musketeer does this, other musketeers who are also under tremendous pressure will follow suit.
This volley of muskets was fired.
William's visual inspection showed that the mercenary phalanx was still eighty meters away from the new Circassian army.
The best shooting distance of a flintlock musket is within fifty meters.
If you shoot in advance, you won't be able to cause too many casualties.
Seeing a volley of fire from our own side, we were unable to cause too many casualties to the opponent.
The other party still moved forward unhurriedly.
The new army will naturally be even more panicked.
My hands trembled when I was so flustered.
The speed of reloading ammunition will not be too fast.
Eighty meters away.
The opponent holds his spear flat and charges, and he will definitely be able to charge over within twenty seconds.
By then, our own soldiers have not finished loading their ammunition, and the next salvo will not be able to fire.
Morale was low and the opportunity was lost again.
The length of the musket and bayonet is about 2.3 meters.
The super long gun is 4.8 meters in length.
The opponent came in formation, and our own soldiers didn't even have the ability to resist.
The position of the 1st Infantry Battalion was so easily taken away by the enemy, and our own morale would naturally drop a lot.
The mercenary troops can progress calmly.
This goes back and forth, one ebbs and the other increases.
It is impossible to say that the new Circassian army will be defeated like a mountain.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, William had already gone through the possibility of his own defeat in his mind.
And it's very simple to prevent this from happening.
Just give an order.
That is to tell the soldiers not to shoot.
"Hold on, don't shoot.
You can only shoot after you hear my order.
If you hear me, don't shoot.
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Don't put your finger on the trigger.
Listen to my order.
Don't put your finger on the trigger.
I will kill anyone who disobeys the order." who" William yelled like this with all his strength, almost at the top of his lungs.
Shouted over and over again.
The soldiers were forced not to shoot.
Any soldier who subconsciously put his finger on the trigger would be whipped by him if he saw them.
William's shouts, curses and whippings made the New Army soldiers tremble and tense up like a conditioned reflex.
The shouting reminded them of their encounter on the training ground.
It caused them to have an illusion in a trance.
There seems to be no difference between the battlefield and the training ground.
In this way, William, together with the other three company captains, suppressed the unstable military morale that was about to stir.
But as these mercenaries continued to approach, William felt a little unsure.
After all, they are now fighting against humanity.
Seeing danger, the soldiers subconsciously wanted to fight back.
And as the enemy soldiers got closer, their desire to "want to do this" became stronger.
Even William can't guarantee that these guys can hold on.
Moreover, this is still their first formation.
"It doesn't matter even if we can't hold on.
Just get as close as possible.
Yes, the closer, the better.
Every meter the enemy advances is our victory," William thought in his heart.
At the same time, he continued to shout loudly to his soldiers in a hoarse voice.
During this period, he also had to pay attention to the slowly advancing, oppressive super long spear phalanx of the Starlight Corps, visually observing and calculating the opponent's distance.
How far is our position?
It was under this circumstance that William suddenly noticed that the sound of artillery behind him had stopped.
It was originally the most useful weapon to support the front line.
He turned around suddenly and saw that at the artillery position, people were pouring bucket after bucket of water on the hot gun barrels.
When cold water was poured on it, the hot water rolled down.
The barrel overheated and the artillery was temporarily unusable.
"What a bastard" William shouted angrily.
He was even a little hysterical, a little disappointed, even desperate.
At the same time, the mercenaries of the Starlight Corps seemed to be aware of this change.
They leveled the super-long spears originally carried on their shoulders, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of spears appeared in their hands.
The speed suddenly increased and he began to sprint towards the Circassian array.
At this time, they were about sixty meters away from the new Circassian army.
"Steady, steady, no one can shoot without my order, do you hear me?"
William felt his heart was in his throat, and his voice also changed his tone. 160420oshow7: