Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

After the military discussion was over, the battalion-level commanders went back to deliver orders to their subordinates, and Felicia, who often said nothing, stopped me, with a trace of sadness flashing across her face: "Are you really going to hurt those innocent people? "

"Innocent? They are the ones who started the dispute. If they do what I say, I won't hurt anyone." I looked at Zhytomyr on the map and felt a headache for the progress of the sweep.

Feretlia sighed, "There's nothing wrong with them defending their homes, their wealth, and not wanting to leave!"

I glanced at Wenqing, she was very strange today: "You are right, the people in Zhitomir are not wrong."

There was light in Feletlia's eyes, which seemed to be called hope, but I didn't finish my sentence: "It's just that there are some things that can't be reasoned between people, otherwise why do we will invent the sword and the cannon."

Feletlia came over, reached out to block the map, and asked, "If it were you, what would you do if such an unacceptable thing happened to you?"

"Resistance."

"Since you know how to resist, why do you force them? There is no resistance without oppression." Female Wenqing seemed to have found a congressman who refuted the argument at the Imperial Conference. Her eyes were focused, her face was tense, and her fighting spirit was very high.

"Good question. Let me ask you, suppose there is a river next to your territory, and that river belongs to another village. According to the division of the border, your subjects have no right to get water from that river, but one summer, the land is dry , your people can't do without the water from that river, and it's even more impossible for the people in that village to let your people go to fetch water, what will you do?"

Felicia stared at me, and she said solemnly: "I have been on the battlefield. Then, the real me, a complete me, was lost there. It will never be found again. As someone who has experienced it, I advise you , once you set foot on the battlefield, you will never be you again, ever."

"My hands are so wet." I clapped my palms and smiled, then said seriously, "Since the day I came to Odessa, I have been at war."

"You are very similar to my father." Her tense face eased, and she lowered her head. Then, I saw tears on the map, "Then promise me a plea, don't let me go to the battlefield, okay? I don't want to go back."

"can."

Didn't Midi, who used to be a global policeman in the 21st century, fight for independence because he couldn't stand the British stealing money from his hands in disguise at the end of the [-]th century.Britain's tax collection on the thirteen colonial states is not too serious, but the colonists still can't bear it. Now I want to burn down their homes and force them to leave their homes, which is much more serious than just tax collection.It's just that I can understand the actions of the Zhitomirs, but it doesn't mean I will accept them.

We also suspended the continuous burning of villages for more than ten consecutive days. After a night of rest, we marched towards Zhytomyr at the usual marching speed, and we will arrive at Zhytomyr in the afternoon two days later.

The armed citizens of Zhytomyr were waiting there, and when they saw us appear, they immediately sent an envoy to fight.The emissary told us proudly that they had prepared an army of more than 5000 people in Zhitomir, and any one of them would drown us with a single saliva!If we don't want to die, we'd better roll as far as we can!

The arrogance of the Poles was expected, but I was very angry.The attitude of the Poles is not the cause of my anger. Just today, through the mouth of this messenger, I understand why the citizens of Zhitomyr rebelled.

It's all those damn Poles up there!Their orders to relocate the entire village were simply obedient and obedient, and they burned, killed and looted as soon as they left us, but this is not because of Zhitomir's resistance. More and more people fled from the north, and their appetites grew more and more The Poles in the country actually pretended to be powerful and asked the city for money!

Fuck the next door, after this incident, Zhitomir raised his arms, and a large number of refugees went south to join their resistance!Guess what happened to the Poles, they patted their butts and left, without even a messenger!

Oh, take advantage, they will know that in the name of Rome, they will cause trouble, and they will run away!

"Betrayal, this is **[naked]'s betrayal, an unforgivable betrayal!"

"I'm going to kill those Poles!"

"Raze! Raze their villages! All will be hanged!"

The entire military tent was like an exploding powder keg, full of hatred for the Poles everywhere. Who said it was not, if it weren't for them, this battle might not be able to be fought, although it is not a bad thing to fight a battle!

"Those fools will pay for it. But gentlemen, can't we win this battle without them? What do we Romans fear?"

"We have nothing to fear!"

"Tomorrow's battle, glory to Rome!!!"

"Glory to Rome!!!"

Betrayed, Rome has been betrayed more than once.

Except for ourselves, only we Rome, no one else can be relied on, only we Romans can fight for ourselves!

In the cold morning, I walked out of the tent after a sleepless night. After having breakfast, I untied No. 13 times, and finally asked Assassin to help me put on the red cloth woven by Greek weavers on the outside of the breastplate. Cloaks, fastened to breastplates with silver chains, and sabers, daggers, and a flintlock pistol checked at their waists, the soldiers in the camp were ready to go.

Looking up, the dim light penetrated the gray clouds and shone on the rows of eagle flags held high above my head. The golden light dazzled my eyes.

For 1000 years, since the eagles used by the Roman Republic, countless Roman soldiers held up these eagles with wings and stepped forward to the enemy again and again. After the fall of Western Rome, only Eastern Rome carried the golden eagles. The big banner stands in Constantinople, a land that is both heaven and hell, and strives to raise a head of a proud civilization in the dark middle ages.

Looking at the eagle flag again today, I seem to see that under the city of Rome, countless Roman soldiers in red armor formed a huge red wave and strode out of the city of Rome, devouring the land under their feet, marching towards the tall mountains, towards the hot March to the desert, march to the huge wall, march to all the places where the enemy exists.

Today, more than 1000 years later, it is our turn again.

Even though the two-headed eagle has replaced the old-style eagle flag, the soldiers below it have not changed for thousands of years. They identify themselves as Romans!

"Romans!" I mounted my war horse, pulled the reins, and shouted in front of the soldiers lined up one after another: "Turn right, and head for the battlefield!"

Three infantry battalions, 47 infantry, turned to the right in unison. Under the leadership of the flag officer, black leather boots stepped on the wet ground and slowly walked out of the camp.

The sound of footsteps, accompanied by the beating of drummers, and the hooves of galloping horses, is the melody of war, which belongs to the Roman war melody.

On the plain 7 kilometers away from Zhytomyr, the terrain here is open. Around 10:25, three infantry battalions, two chasseur battalions, and a cuirassier battalion arrived on the battlefield.

The armed mobs in Zhytomir also appeared on the edge of the battlefield one after another, and they rode on horseback to get a general look at their number and formation.These mobs were crowded together, densely packed, with about 500 people in the front width and ten rows in thickness. This spectacular scene made me swallow my saliva.

Lifting the binoculars again, the mobs in sight were dressed in a mess, with all kinds of weapons in their hands, kitchen knives, dung forks, flails, knives, everything that can be used for fighting, but not many of them were found with guns.Then, at a deeper level, I found many people dressed as landlords and rich people sitting on shelves. These people have not forgotten the superiority of their identities when they go to the battlefield.

Smiling coldly, I retracted the binoculars, and I discovered Zhitomir's little trick.

I then divided the three infantry battalions into two parts, forming a two-column line of 900 men.Very thin, the remaining 240 seven people formed a column of 30 people wide and 80 people long, arranged on the right wing and reserved as a reserve team.Behind the extremely thin two lines, the cuirassier battalion is arranged in three lines, each line has 110 people, each line is 70 meters apart, and two chasseurs are arranged on the left and right wings.

A very abnormal arrangement, this is the two-line formation formed by the British army in memory to impose firepower.If the normal formation is followed, the three infantry battalions are arranged in three rows, forming a three-row formation of 100 people in each row, and the depth can make it impossible for the enemy to break through for a while.The advantages and disadvantages of the three-column line and the two-column line, anyway, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise see the wisdom. Several battalion-level commanders pointed out that the two-column line is very thin and easy to break through. In addition, if the enemy shoots twice , the troops in the front row will not be replenished.

These two points are very pertinent, but they didn't see that the Zhitomirs didn't put troops with muskets in the front row at all. Since there are no musketeers in the front row, we don't have to consider the enemy's long-range strikes at all.

But did Zhitomir have no muskets?

Can't even make up a hundred?

From what I knew of the Polish landowners and the raids of the villages of the last few days, there were no muskets for hunting in any household.So Zhitomir is not without muskets. Judging from the number of rich landlords, even if there is a serious shortage of guns and ammunition, they definitely have more than 100 muskets.And these people with muskets are probably at the back of the front line where the landlord Lao Cai is!

Fill a path with a lot of cannon fodder, and then after we lose our firepower, it's their turn to fight back, the elite with guns.I think the Poles' combat is like this, taking advantage of their numbers and keeping their elite to the greatest extent.This may not be the best solution, but it is the most beneficial to the Polish high-level.

why?

Even if they are not relatives and friends, they are confidantes who can make the landlords and rich people feel at ease to hand over their muskets. Let them feel bad!

"Fucking Pole." Retracting the binoculars contemptuously, I turned my horse's head.

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