After artillery bombardment, musket volleys and shotgun fire at close range, and grenade throwing at even closer range. otbnkotgt The traditional Slavi army simply could not withstand such a high casualty rate.
Under the harsh attack of the Mystian army.
The Slavi army quickly collapsed The mutilated limbs and arms, the miserable corpses of their comrades, the strong smell of blood, the river mouth fortress that looked like a giant demon, and the guns and cannons that breathed out the flames of hell, made these soldiers or cannon fodder completely lose their minds.
They turned around, threw away their weapons, howled, and stumbled back.
The collapse of several Slavi armies in succession caused a chain reaction.
Around them and behind them, the Slavi troops who had suffered few losses were demoralized as a result.
They either became self-conscious or were coerced into turning around and running away in confusion.
In just a few minutes, more than 15,000 Slavi troops including the rebels were trapped, and the attacking Slavi army completely collapsed.
They were running around like headless chickens.
It even disrupted the artillery positions and Centaur shooter positions behind them.
"Are you going to take advantage of the situation and attack?
If you open the fortress gate now and send cavalry and infantry to attack, it is very likely that the 20,000 enemies will be completely retained."
Next to William, Charumi said excitedly.
"Not enough."
William shook his head.
"What's not enough?"
Shalumi asked a little strangely.
"The heat is not enough."
William's answer made Shalumi feel puzzled.
At this time, in Salida Khan's army across the Vistula River, the sound of drums once again drowned out the roar of artillery.
The sound was extremely shocking, extremely ancient, and extremely simple, like the perfect combination of the vast grasslands, the vast sky, the huge herds and the strong knights of the nomadic people.
Sons of the Prairie Although the drumbeat did not speak, people on the battlefield could understand its meaning.
"Magic or shamanic witchcraft?"
William frowned and muttered to himself.
Speaking of which, he knew before that the power system of this world was not simple.
However, in several wars, those knights who fought one against ten died more or less in the face of muskets and artillery.
But I haven't encountered any decent spell casters.
There are priests and priests who believe in the Lord of Radiance, but they all use healing magic that has no attack power.
Fighting without the influence of magic for a long time made William's judgment of supernatural powers decline.
Fortunately, this time, Sarida Khan's drumbeat reminded him of this.
Even more fortunately, the sound of the drum did not cause much harm to the new Mystian army.
He just calmed down the collapsed Slavi army.
That's all.
The soldiers completely lost their minds at the moment when the army collapsed.
But after the drums sounded, their reason returned to their souls.
"Well done" Seeing that a collapse was about to happen, but was stopped by the sound of drums, the vanguard commander Kublai finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, give the order, gather the remaining soldiers, cavalry, and centaur shooters to cover the retreat of the infantry and artillery."
He immediately ordered.
"Are we going to withdraw to the east bank of the Vistula River?"
asked a centaur beside Kublai.
Kublai pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "If you don't send an envoy, go ask your father and tell him that I want to camp on the west bank of the Vistula River.
Ask him what he thinks."
The messenger immediately conveyed Kublai Lai's intentions back.
At the same time, the nomadic cavalry and centaur archers formed a loose cavalry line, blocking the front of Slavi's defeated army.
Although these Slavi troops regained their composure and stopped collapsing.
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But morale was still low.
At the same time, a lot of weapons and equipment were also lost.
The formation is scattered.
There was no way to fight anymore.
The centaurs and nomadic soldiers drove them together like sheep.
Then the new army soldiers and traditional soldiers were roughly divided into two groups.
And always be alert to the west side and the direction of the river mouth fortress to prevent the Mystian army from taking the opportunity to attack.
But the Mystia runner-up didn’t do that.
"Go down with the order.
Gather the wounded soldiers, burn the corpses.
Do a good job of hygiene.
Otherwise, celebrate the victory."
As William's words fell, the river mouth fortress was soon filled with cheers.
Soldiers, whether it was the new Circassian army or the Gothic mercenaries, were cheering loudly to celebrate the victory.
This was in sharp contrast to the frustrated Tartarian army under the fortress.
In this way, the first round of attack by the Tartarian army was easily broken by the Mystian army.
Thousands of corpses of Slavic soldiers achieved William's first victory in foreign wars.
Prior to this, the morale that had dropped because the Slavians crossed the river without being hindered recovered in a very short period of time.
"Not bad."
Hearing the cheers of the military officers, William exhaled slowly.
Then he showed a somewhat forced smile.
Nervous, yes, very nervous.
Although he had made all the calculations before and weighed it countless times, William still felt very, very, very nervous when he actually saw this scene.
These tensions were locked away within him.
It didn't show up at all during the battle.
However, after the battle was over and William relaxed, all these emotions came up together and almost defeated him.
Fortunately, William held on.
Victory and minimal losses.
While killing nearly 5,000 enemies and routing more than 20,000 enemies, the Mystian army only lost less than 300 soldiers.
Most of these soldiers were killed by artillery fire and centaur shooters.
Although not many in number, considering the defensive power of the fortress and the accuracy of the artillery of this era.
This number is actually staggering.
After further inspection, William was surprised to find that more than two-thirds of these casualties were caused by Centaur shooters.
The continuous bombardment of light artillery only killed less than a hundred Mystian soldiers.
"The Centaur's ability to dominate the grassland for hundreds of years is indeed not just luck and timing."
William thought in his heart.
Then he turned around and walked down the parapet.
He could clearly feel that at this moment, the soldiers, whether they were mercenaries or soldiers of the Circassian New Army, looked at him differently.
Prestige, morale, loyalty.
The army is actually a very simple system.
Being successful in the military is easy.
Able to lead his troops to victory.
That's all.
Everything else is not a problem.
Especially in times of war, everything in the army can be summed up in the word "victory".
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It's that simple, and William himself wanted his army to be as simple as possible.
"We won."
William smiled and looked at Shalomi.
Shalomi nodded uncertainly, and then said: "Yes, William, we did win, but" "There is nothing that can be said."
William said: "We won, the other party failed, that's all."
That is, while the Mystian army was shouting for victory, the Slavian army was gathered together in despair.
At the same time, the envoy returned to the west bank with orders from Salida Khan.
Sure enough, Sarida Khan and Kublai had the same idea.
He was also sure that retreating would not be a good idea.
Agree with Kublai to set up camp on the west bank of the Vistula River.
Of course, due to the lack of building materials, these "camps" are a bit too crude.
With the efforts of the Slavi soldiers, they drove the tent carriages across the Vistula River one by one, and then spread out on the tidal flats on the west bank.
Kublai Lai originally hoped to camp in a better and drier place.
But it's completely impossible.
Because those dry lands were completely within the range of the fortress guns.
Even on the tidal flats, the Tartarian army needs to be constantly on guard against artillery attacks from the river mouth fortress.
In this way, they established a simple camp on the beach and surrounded the camps with a wooden fence.
Then several simple, two-story observation towers were built.
In this way, the camp will be completed.
The Tartarian army can be considered as having an advance base to attack the river mouth fortress.
A damp, shady, mosquito-infested forward position.
But the Tartarian troops were barbarians.
Barbarians do not need very good living conditions, and barbarians do not need very good camps and sanitary conditions.
After all, savages are savages.
In this way, the Tartarian army's attack on the North River Mouth Fortress came to an end on this day.
Both sides withdrew their troops and returned to camp.
Then Slavi soldiers with white flags came to collect the bodies.
They don't have to worry about the Goths attacking them.
Because William didn't want the corpses of the Slavis to be put there to rot and stink, causing plague or causing environmental pollution.
Just like this, the battlefield that was still noisy with gongs, drums, and shouts of killing in the morning, morning, and noon became completely quiet in the afternoon of that day.
The Goths took turns on duty and resting.
There was nothing to do in the military camp, which was not a very big fortress.
The Slavis, on the other hand, were transporting construction materials and building their crude forward base while collecting the corpses.
That night, the collected Slavi corpses were divided into dozens of groups, piled together hastily, sprinkled with oil, piled a large amount of firewood, and then set alight.
The ashes were scooped up with shovels, placed in buckets and dumped into the Vistula River.
No farewell ceremony, no honors, no pension.
The Slavs died worthless.
Just because they are Slavis. 160420oshow7: