Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

"Sworn to death!!!"

The shouts of the fanatical soldiers almost deafened me. At this moment, two battalions of Chasseurs rushed to the middle of the battlefield, six to seventy meters away from the Poles, and they raised their carbines and fired at Poland.

In Europe, there used to be a cavalry tactic for a while, that is, the cavalry gave up the advantage of impact and rode around the enemy's position on horseback to shoot continuously. It is said that this is a new style of play inspired by the Mongolian cavalry tactics. We all know that the flintlock How low the hit rate is, and riding on a bumpy horseback, coupled with the slow reloading speed, after a day of fierce fighting, there are casualties.However, the European nobles who wear heavy armor and are greedy for life and fear of death are not tired of this, who let this allow them to save their lives to the greatest extent and kill the enemy.

After being reformed by old scumbags, the chasseurs of the Empire have many functions. They are usually used as reconnaissance and sentry posts. In wartime, their mission is to provide extended fire support for the troops. Come back, fire another shot, run again.But here, the Chasseurs also serve a very important task.

The large and small packages on the horses were cut open by them, and the trophies we got along the way fell out, and the trophies were scattered everywhere on the grass.

The chasseurs passing by seemed to be slowly opening the curtain in the theater. After that, densely packed Poles appeared. Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, the shooting effect of the chasseurs could only be said to be mediocre.

With the beating of the drummer, we walked out more than 30 meters. The Poles' cannons hadn't fired yet. The fact that they didn't fire at the common 450-meter cannon range made me breathe a sigh of relief.The Polish cannon should be the old Dong Cannon of the 300th century. The range of this cannon is only [-] meters, the hit is extremely low, and the time between loading and firing is longer than that of cannons at the current level.These Poles were really lucky to be able to dig out such equipment from Zhitomir, and I don't know which former nobleman equipped this city.

At a distance of about 270 meters, the three cannons arranged by the Poles on the left and right wings opened fire.

The muzzle fire flashed, followed by a cloud of smoke, followed by the roaring cannon!

The moment three black dots appeared in my eyes, I forgot to breathe.

The company captain and battalion-level commanders holding spears next to him were experienced, and they opened their mouths as soon as the shells were fired.

"Hold on!"

The shouts of these experienced mid-level non-commissioned officers resounded throughout the front.

Two shells whizzed and hit a few tens of meters away from us, a puff of blue smoke rose from the impact point, and another one fell to the ground without even being fired 100 meters away.But even so, the near-miss bombardment still made me break out in a cold sweat!

"Look at those Roman pigs! Hahaha, I laughed so hard! They were so scared!"

"Hurry up! A few more shots!"

"Shoot them to death!!!"

"Damn Polish land turtle!!!"

I heard the murmur, and saw the faces of the soldiers around me tense, their eyes blazing with anger.

I yelled, "Hold on!!!"

Stepping on a neat pace, they continued to advance for more than 20 meters. There were scattered gunshots from the Poles, and their seven or eight muskets on the front line opened fire. None of the marching soldiers fell down. If you get hit from a distance of more than 250 meters, that's the hell.

After walking more than ten meters, there was a commotion on the Poles' side. They had already walked 70 to [-] meters and found the gold and silver treasures on the ground.It is estimated that they have never seen so much money in their life!Come, quarrel, snatch, the more chaos the better!

At 200 meters, the Poles are in a mess, so far away we can hear that most of their attention is long gone from killing us Romans.

"Bastard, this golden pot is mine!" "That's the silver cup I saw first, hand it over!" "Ah, why did you hit someone!"

Of course, at this time, it is not that there are no people who are dedicated to serving the country and the people.

"Stop infighting!" "Get rid of the Romans first!"

At a distance of 130 meters, I pulled out the saber at my waist, and my palm was trembling faintly, because soon I would be able to fight those Poles hand to hand!Soon, they will be able to pay for their insults!

"90 meters!"

The countdown began, and a battalion-level commander yelled, his yelling seemed to be the death sentence of the Poles!

"75 meters!"

As the scythe about to be swung by the God of Death, my whole body was excited, and my breathing unconsciously became heavy.

"65 meters!"

The officers next to me couldn't help looking at me!

At this time, the Poles fired their shells again. This time, no one was injured. On the contrary, those Poles who were busy picking up wealth finally noticed the bloodthirsty fangs that we were about to stretch out. People with guns fired one after another, and this time, none of us were shot!

"My God! Is God on their side?" Neither the shelling nor the shooting caused any casualties to us, and the superstitious Poles were a little panicked at this time.

"Don't panic! Get up, kill all the Romans first and then divide up the wealth!!!"

"Your Highness, we have already passed the 60-meter line!" An officer couldn't help reminding.

"Hold on!"

I know what I'm doing.The flintlock can have a hit rate of about 70% at a distance of 35 meters, 30 meters, which is a distance where the hit rate is significantly improved, but few troops can survive casualties and walk within 30 meters.In today's battlefield, the biggest proposition is how to bring the army to the shortest distance for salvo.It's rare to encounter an enemy without long-range strike power now. I want to give them an extreme shock with two volleys of guns within 30 meters!

"45 meters!!! Hold on! Keep going!"

Reaper delivered his sentence again, and by this time I had seen the eyes of the enemy with both eyes.

"Come on!!!"

The Poles for the country and the people launched their charge, shouted frantically, held up all the weapons they could find, and rushed towards us. According to the Hollywood blockbuster, the Poles who symbolize justice will beat ten of them one by one. one, and play us to death.

40 meters, it's time!

"Romans! Stop advancing!"

"Stop moving!!!"

After the shout, many officers breathed a sigh of relief. The drummer faithfully carried out my order and stopped beating. The soldiers who were walking couldn't hear the sound of my drum and immediately stopped at the next step.

"Raise the gun to the shoulder!"

"Raise the gun to the shoulder!!!" "Raise the gun to the shoulder!!!"

Without doubts or doubts, those non-commissioned officers eagerly conveyed their orders, right in front of them, the expressions of the charging Poles were extremely clear!

"Kneel in the front row, ready to shoot!"

There are two lines, the first row obeys orders and kneels, and the two rows raise their flintlock muskets at the same time. More than 900 muskets are facing the Poles at the same time, and at this time, the Poles have already rushed more than 20 meters!

Putting the eagle flag on the ground, I raised my saber and lowered it: "First row, shoot!"

Flames splashed, smoke sprayed, and the gunshot rang through the sky over Zhitomir in the next second. At a distance of more than ten meters, the god of death fiercely swung his sharp sickle, and walked away cleanly and mercilessly. Hundreds of lives!

A bunch of Poles were harvested like straw in an instant. The loud and fanatical yelling just before disappeared completely in an instant. was knocked to the ground by someone behind him.

Before I had time to take a closer look at the results of our first volley, I called out to the soldiers in the second line: "Shoot!"

It was another round of shooting, and countless blood holes exploded on the Poles. This time, the scythe wielded by the god of death, who was still in the mood, was even more powerful, and he reaped more lives than last time!

Blood spewed everywhere, screams one after another, and the Poles were stunned.

Point the eagle flag directly in front of the enemy. At this moment, my teeth are itchy and I really want to eat people!Looking forward with both eyes, the eagle with the eagle flag in his hand seems to be soaring in the sky, leading us to a certain place!

"Romans, follow the eagle and charge!!!"

"Long live Rome!"

Long live Rome!

Thousands of people lined up in two lines, including me, like a runaway wild horse rushing across a distance of 20 meters in the blink of an eye, and then crashed into the Poles. Excitement vented to the head of the Poles!

Countless Poles were knocked into the air and fell heavily to the ground. Facing the hideous face of a Pole, I slashed off his face with a knife.

The first line of guns chopped with knives, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the Poles screamed again and again.These Poles were either farming in the fields or roaming the streets a few days ago, but they came here to serve as soldiers today, well, it's bad luck.Most of them don't have even-barred guns. If you dare to fight with kitchen knives, small knives, and sharpened short spears, die!

In such a close-range battle, the imperial soldiers who were stabbing with bayonets undoubtedly had an overwhelming advantage. One after another, the Poles were pierced by bayonets. They were too weak!

"Ah!!!" There was a stern scream, and a Polish man with a punctured belly was held up high, and a non-commissioned officer with a distorted face stood under the spear.Echoing the miserable screams of the Polish man, the officer yelled, as if he had just been held back in prison for ten years and finally found a prisoner who had a good job with a beautiful woman, "Didn't you defeat the Mongols! That's all you have! Go to hell! Polish pigs! Hahahaha!"

"Long live Rome!!"

What better thing to do today than to kill these nasty Poles?

there is none left!

Fuck, I want to see how powerful the Poles who defeated the Mongols are!

After a while of fighting, I passed a sharpened wooden stick and chopped a Pole to the ground. I turned my head and stared at the cowering Poles. I forgot how many times I had hacked to death!

I shouted disdainfully: "Come on!"

It's just that I haven't had a good time yet, and I saw the Poles collapse. Damn, just run away like this?Even the Mongols can be defeated, so why did they just run away like this?It feels like a wolf-like milf has finally been transferred to a handsome guy. She has only been in bed for less than ten minutes and is getting better. Fuck, he ejaculated first, leaving the lower body empty... Uh, no , It seems that this metaphor is not suitable for our group of Roman elders who are suppressing the Poles!

But after thinking about it, it's time to run. First, we were killed by long-range muskets, and then we bumped in again, which annoyed the Roman emperor who was holding a bayonet. Is it just a joke?Those who blocked the road were stabbed into sieves, and they were beaten to pieces when they resisted a little. They were picked up and fell to the ground. The two thin lines in the middle killed the enemy, not to mention the column. Well, the Poles who blocked along the way were poked and fell to the ground in turn without even turning over a wave, so they vented!

After a thousand miles, they ran back holding the wealth they picked up on the ground, and rushed into the elite carefully protected by the Zhitomir landlords and old riches behind.

I have some regrets about spilling all that money. Those Poles collapsed faster than I imagined. I really overestimated them!

"Fight to the death!" "Hold on!" "Charge!" "Retreat!" "I can't hold on!"

The superiority of Poland's democracy was once again demonstrated. The rich landlords yelled some contradictory orders at their subordinates, making the already chaotic situation worse.

"Cavalry!!! Let the cavalry attack!" I conveyed the order to the trumpeter, the cavalry is not out at this time, when will we wait?

The enthusiastic trumpeter was so excited that he couldn't even grasp the horn steadily. He tried several times before he could make the sound of the horn!

The total offensive begins, and the fateful moment has just begun!

"Roman!"

"here!"

"Follow the eagle, move forward!!"

Behind, the cavalry who couldn't wait for a long time shouted bloodthirstyly and frantically: "Forward!!!"

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