Eagle Byzantium

"Our archery team, draw your bows and shoot!" Count Duan is experienced in battles. He knows that if the opponent's close range shooting is successful, his entire army will collapse.

The daylight shifted, and Prince Markianias, who had been watching the battle on the left platform, saw this majestic and cruel battlefield that was completely different from what he had imagined. He couldn't help but hold on to the wooden fence in front of him and couldn't take his eyes off it.

At the same time, on top of the city of Durazo, beside the muzzle of the cannon with billowing green smoke, Tafur, who was left behind, held his head in his hands and knelt on the stone slab in pain. Then tears flowed down his face, and he clasped his palms together and looked at the thick smoke. In the sky, he prayed and begged St. Mark to come down with his sword to protect his soldiers and his brother from injury and death. In front of him, the Venetian crimson swallow-tailed flag flipped in the wind.

Following Count Duane's order, the Sicilian Brown Army and the lightly-armed archers from Calabria stood their quivers on the ground, took out three arrows and put them on the strings, and then looked at the formation of the enemy's shooting army. From the position above, prepare to throw out an overwhelming rain of cluster heads.

On the battlefield of Durazzo in the twenty-sixth year (the previous article miscalculated and it was written sixteen years ago, I apologize), the Calabrian archers showed great prowess. It was their sharp and skilled archery that stopped Alec. Emperor Seuss's Varangian guards advanced with axes, and now they were about to show off their might again.

The sun has completely risen from the east, and the flags and icons standing behind Gawain and Anna on the royal camp are truly brilliant, and the light just passes through the valley and hits the Sicilian Normans' arrows. In their pupils, it was hard for them to endure.

"Turn the helmet!" Following the command, the Calabrians or Sicilian Crescents began to rotate the lightweight amphorae over their heads, allowing the turbans and curtains to cover their foreheads, blocking most of the sunlight. , and then they stretched the bow strings on their sides again.

But at this moment, the giant snake neighed like a fuse - the two-wheeled copper clam cars and rocket cars launched by Gao Wen's shooting army shot out clusters of orange "meteors". The ground under their feet was shaking, and the air Burning, the cork arrow shafts emitted sparks in the air, filling the entire battlefield with a terrifying light band, and then plunged into the formations of the Normans, Hungarians and Venetians, with fire and blood. The fog cracked everywhere.

The entire sky above Durazo and the Ishmi River was shrouded in huge and rising smoke.

The flags on the imperial camp shone brightly, and from various platforms, spearmen from the two brigades of Gimakis and Opushkin lined up to follow up.

In the river valley between the terraces, many of Gao Wenfang's cavalry also gathered and rushed out. The saddles were placed on the backs of their mounts. Everyone was holding various weapons, obviously prepared.

Gawain and Anna did not believe the previous deployment sent by Clembald's envoy, so they secretly strengthened their combat readiness around the Royal Camp Mountain, and the enemy actually threw themselves into it.

In the north of Durazzo, in the fort of the St. Michael Monastery, the Red Hand Brigade also began to fire cannons, firing fiercely at the battlement towers. The battlefield entered a decisive stage!

Earl Duane could no longer stay on the hill. He had to rush to the front line to calm his subordinates who were shaking violently. The formation of all the arrow teams was disrupted by the rocket groups fired by the enemy, and the lightly-armed soldiers were frightened. and slaughter, and began to look randomly at the collapse of the river behind them, while the heavily armored infantry huddled together, staying in place blankly. They could only see the smoke around them, smell the pungent and intolerable smell, and the flailing flags and unknown The missing nobleman.

Gawain's shooting army over there rotated the fire barrel arrows on the two-wheeled vehicle on the pivot, ignited the fuse, and all the arrows on that side also caught fire, and fired out the second round one after another, in conjunction with the cannon's fire. projectiles, while the musketeers braved the billowing smoke and incoming arrows, and persevered to keep the battle line moving forward.

Klembaud's Hungarian soldiers were in chaos, and the general counselor of the palace was frightened and regretful. "Everywhere seemed to be covered with fog, snow, and fire." Then he saw the formation of groups in the smoke. The black shadow, carrying a long weapon, walked towards his array. It was the enemy's approaching shooting army.

The chief counselor of the palace thought that this was the only chance to escape. In order to save all his men, Clembald had an idea. He rode a horse and carried a white strip of cloth with a spear, and rushed to Gawain alone to shoot. Army column.

Then he saw that the soldiers on the opposite side who came out of the smoke saw him, and began to stand up and straighten their long blunderbuss one after another. The black muzzles of the blunderbuss were facing him from all sides.

Klembaud was so frightened that he wanted to close his eyes, turned his head, reined in his mount, and shook the white cloth strip, but he still tried his best to shout in stiff Greek: "The Magyars are willing to surrender to the emperor, the Magyars are willing to surrender to the emperor." ,Long live the emperor!"

Behind him, the Hungarian soldiers who reacted also shouted "Long live the Emperor".

Giosofat and Gonletto, who were in the rear column, heard the shouts of the Hungarians in front and cursed, "They have indeed shamefully defected."

"No shooting, the Hungarians have surrendered to His Majesty the Emperor." The officers of the right-wing shooting corps waved their halberds and asked all soldiers to take back the muskets that had been aimed at Clembald.

Soon the cheers and cheers passed through the layers of arrays and reached the ears of Gawain and Anna, who were supervising the battle, "The Hungarians have surrendered to us, long live Basileus and Baselisa!"

"Lay down." The shooters, who had advanced more than a hundred feet away from the enemy, shouted to all the Hungarians.

When the Hungarian soldiers heard this, they fell on the ground one after another. Even Klembald jumped off his horse and did the same. While the soldiers in the rear were still at a loss - the angry Venetian musketeers were behind them, showing no signs of doing anything. Hesitantly launched a volley at them (comrades a moment ago).

At the same time, nearly 2,000 shooting soldiers from Gao Wenfang's two brigades stood on the battle line spanning 3,000 anna feet. They also leveled long and short fire blunderbuss, bowed forward and squeezed the triggers, and shook like a furious sea wave. A volley that shook the heavens and the earth.

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Countless thunderbolts rolled across the battlefield, and thousands of lead pellets made irregular movements in the air, intertwined and shuttled, and even collided to create splashes of fire.

The poor Hungarian soldiers who were still standing in the middle, about dozens of them, were immediately torn apart by projectiles fired from the front and back at the same time. They were "blasted into pieces" and fell to the ground.

Next, the firing formations of both sides overlapped and replaced each other, and the shooting continued fiercely.

Clembald and many others were lying on the ground, eager to fall in. His ears were almost deafened, and his heart was filled with panic. This kind of firearms battle completely destroyed the glory of the old world soldiers. Damn it, why else would they stay here in such an embarrassing and humiliating posture?

The troops in the center and left wing of the city were gradually unable to withstand the thunderous volleys from Gao Wen's shooting army. Their gunmen were far less skilled than their opponents, and their tactics were not as scientific and effective as their opponents. As a result, their rate of fire fell behind and they were suppressed. As for the infantry, They were even bathed in the rain of fire. They were either shot down or began to retreat...