I Am Louis XIV

  Chapter 336 The Battle of Kamnik (3)

   "Let's go!" shouted Ludwig I.

In the camp of tens of thousands of people, in the dark, in the fire, they fought bravely all the way, even Ludwig I, or the wizards around them didn't know whether they would survive, it's too chaotic here Now, everyone is gnashing their teeth to the point of nearly breaking them, wielding swords, yelling wildly, and gathering as much as they can - in this case, alone is death, but the Ottomans are constantly The ground slammed against them like a river against a reef, and some fell, some died, and some went missing.

The wizards followed Ludwig I closely. They had the same sharp weapon, that is, purified kerosene and gunpowder. Sometimes they lit the fuse and then shook the keg to make it fly out in the air. Landed far away, then the snarling Ottomans would head towards the fire, and sometimes they were used on their enemies, and no one was not afraid of the fire that seemed to be drawn directly from **** - it It cannot be extinguished. The Ottomans had already tasted the pain of this flame in the siege battle earlier, and even the bravest warriors could not help but want to avoid it.

They had met Mutferika before, which showed that they were not far from the center of the camp, and Ludwig I was not so surprised when he heard the sound of thumping the cauldron - he and the Ottoman Turks The commander-in-chief of the Grand Vizier Ahmed is far away, separated by a Yenicheri regiment, each soldier in this regiment wears a large white hat - they rarely go directly into battle, only at the decisive moment of the battle Appear to deliver the final blow to a tenacious enemy. They have not gone through a siege battle and are full of energy. Because they have abundant food, they will never be night blind. The Sultan and the Grand Vizier have always given them the best equipment and equipment. They were all the latest muskets and had the shooting stance that Louis XIV had used in the Flanders War, and although they were mostly infantry, they were more difficult than a cavalry squad.

The winged cavalry charged at them, the gunshots blared, the horses fell with their knights, and between the tent and the dust, occasional flashes of flame illuminated the face of Ludwig I, who gave instructions in Polish, and the hussars fell. The hoofs rumbled, cruising repeatedly, looking for the cracks in the army formation. They also held muskets and fought sporadically with the soldiers of the Yenicheri Legion, but it was clear that Yenicheri lived up to their reputation. They had a will like steel. Even if their companions died by their side, their beards would not tremble easily.

Along with the louder and louder calls around, the soldiers of the Yenicheri Legion even threw torches from the army formation, revealing the enemy they were confronting with, and the surrounding Hippachi cavalry made the familiar call of the Ottomans. , they were annihilating enemies who were entirely worthy of their courage, and the Grand Vizier made a gesture for them to surrender, and a yellow entourage beside him was galloping toward them—he was Ai Messenger of Hamed.

  Ludwig I didn't look at all, he took off a longbow from behind, put an arrow on it, and shot the yellow-clothed entourage to death with one arrow.

Ahmed didn't have time to change color, when he suddenly heard loud cries, all the winged cavalry and dragoons standing behind Ludwig I were shouting with pride, and they urged their horses , apparently to launch a heroic attack. ,

Ludwig I listened to the ironic "Convo! Convo! Convo!" and rushed forward without fear. The sound of the pot also rang hurriedly, it was urging, it was encouraging, but at this time, the kegs that had destroyed the Cossacks carriage formation appeared again, just the last bit of gunpowder, and the fire was bursting, Ottoman The line of defense that people thought was absolutely impossible to break through opened a **** mouth.

"Convo!" cried Ludwig I hoarsely, and the Grand Vizier's tent stood on a low hill, hundreds of feet away from him, how close and how far. In the distance, the soldiers of the Yenicheri Legion rushed up like crazy, and even stopped the horses' hooves with their own bodies, but Ludwig I's eyes were only fixed on the man in the robe.

   didn't even notice that there were fewer wizards around.

   "Devil!" A group of priests blocked the wizards, and the French wizards smiled sarcastically: "Who? You?" Who doesn't know who? Looking back to the origin, all Beyonders are of the same lineage. The history of wizards is earlier than that of God or Jesus, and it is also earlier than their gods, but at this time, no one will want to care about this kind of never clear. They did not hesitate to strangle each other like the soldiers around them.

To the astonishment of the Ottomans, they could not stand against these demons—the sorcerers were handpicked by Louis XIV, and the sultan of Ottoman Turkey had decided to execute all the male sorcerers and leave the female sorcerers to breed for him. Children with extraordinary abilities are naturally doomed not to trust them - it is difficult for them to directly contact the documents and files left by wizards, and of course they cannot learn any powerful magic. The spells they use now are almost all in accordance with the scriptures. Gradually figured it out... Of course, to them, it's magic, but how could the Sultan allow them to master magic that's too dangerous?

"This is blasphemy!" Mosang exclaimed, although the Grand Master had said before that these heretics had made deals with the devil, but until now he had to believe that a mortal actually kept all the kings secret. Shouldn't he be afraid of inhuman powers that have introduced wars in the world? Isn't it painful? How does earthly glory compare to the light of heaven? He fell to the ground, trembling, his hands and feet paralyzed by the devil's curse, and only his throat could make a sound.

   "Whatever you want to say," said a wizard, grabbing a machete from the side and wiping away Mosan's neck.

Mosan tried to grab the wound. As the descendant of the wizard, he has tenacious vitality, but the blood took away his magic, and his gods did not come to him, or use thunder to kill his enemies. - How sad he is as an Ottoman priest, because he is not as religious as other priests and does not fully believe that there will be countless virgins waiting for him in heaven, he, like Grand Vizier Ahmed, has His ambition for power killed his younger brother.

Someone stepped on him, but he didn't feel the pain anymore, his eyes were darkening rapidly, and whether he regretted it, no one knows, such a small person almost ruined the big master trust, but now he can't do anything.

   One hundred feet.

This is the last distance between Ludwig I and the Grand Vizier Ahmed, which is unimaginable, but between him and Ahmed, there are soldiers from the Yenicheri Legion that are as solid as a city wall. , they are the strongest and most fearless of all the soldiers, and there are only a few dozen people left by Ludwig's side.

Ludwig I drew the musket from his chest - a gift from Louis XIV, he did not ignite the gunpowder, he pressed the trigger just like that, and a dazzling light flashed from the muzzle - and then again, again Once, five times in a row!

   appeared on this battlefield for the first time, not a circle, but a cone of bullets whizzing out of the barrel, a hundred feet away from Ludwig I can almost guarantee that every shot will hit.

   Can he succeed?

He didn't know that thunder, which was brighter than gunfire, suddenly burst out from the hands of the Grand Master. They leaped into the air, and then drilled into the ground, interweaving in front of Grand Vizier Ahmed into a bright light that could be seen on the entire battlefield. The white fine net arrived, bullets hit it, and countless blue arcs jumped wildly like fish in the net. The feathers on the body and the fur on the body stand up.

   "This is King Ludwig I of Poland!" Ahmed said: "Keep him here! Grand Master, capture him!"

The    Grand Master just glanced at him indifferently: "I've made enough concessions." He said, the current disappeared, and he took a step back. The meaning of the Grand Master is very clear, he just summoned Thunder because he couldn't watch Ahmed be killed by a pagan, but he would not intervene in the war of mortals, unless the other party was the devil, or their entourage.

Ahmed had to turn his gaze to the nearest yellow-clothed entourage, but before he could issue an order, louder noises and firelights were produced, and several teams rushed from all over the camp to meet Ludwig I. Converging, as if the streams gathered into a big river, the Ottomans who originally wanted to surround them were suddenly hit in other places as much as before. The camp was once again chaotic, the soldiers trampled on each other, and the tents were dragged down. and burning.

   And Ludwig I had found the nearest gap under the call of reinforcements, and led his knights to rush out all the way.

Ludwig I finally settled down when he saw the familiar banner of the golden lily on a blue background. His son Count Henry had returned to him when he was still at a standoff with the Ottomans, but he was bruised and covered in soot. , Not half of the 12,000 cavalry he brought out eventually gathered around him, and Ludwig I was too tired to speak.

Earl Henry quickly supported his father and sent him to the carriage. The battle was nominally to kill the Grand Vizier Ahmed, but even Leopold I, who proposed this goal, did not. Thought it could really be a reality - kill their commander in a camp of hundreds of thousands, unless the Archangel Gabriel throws a thunderbolt and destroys the Ottoman camp like Sodom, or even Luther. It was enough to surprise them that Vichy I was able to rush to Ahmed.

  No one can blame the Polish king unless one thinks he can go to the Grand Vizier Ahmed.

12,000 people can keep half of them. Ludwig I would also like to thank Louis XIV. Louis XIV gave this relative more than a can of peaches. He did his job well and beyond expectations. The next thing is Others are distressed.

Speaking of which, their pressure may not be as difficult to cope with as they think. Camnico is now a huge city, and Venetian merchants are driven by money, and they are constantly pouring Italian volcanic ash (the main material of cement). ) to Slovenia; at the same time, through Switzerland, merchants from all over France brought supplies that would last them through the winter. In contrast, the large number of the Ottoman army is impossible for them to carry out any protracted war, unless they loot the surrounding - but the surrounding, except for those places that are either willing to obey the order, almost all the villages and towns have been cleaned by them once.

  Wait, if Ahmed wants to, he can turn to Upper Hungary, the problem is, Upper Hungary belongs to the Prince of Transylvania, which is their most powerful arm and springboard.

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The Ottomans killed by Ludwig I's winged cavalry and dragoons may not have panicked in the night and flames, trampled each other, killed each other, fled and died or disappeared for various inexplicable reasons. One-tenth of a soldier.

Grand Vizier Ahmed even had the urge to execute one or two legion commanders, but he knew that it would not help, not to mention that it was not their fault. All three legions fulfilled their responsibilities, while the outer Those Azaps, Tatars or Cossacks, etc., you can't expect them to have such a strong will, strong physique and cool head, the Grand Vizier is not stingy when using them, don't they? Isn't it because they don't have much value at all?

And not only did those Christians have ten times better muskets, artillery, and so much dynamite, kerosene—Ahmed did have a whole army of 250,000 people, but they were still flesh and blood , will still be terrified, will want to run away because of the pain... Ahmed doesn't know how much of this gunpowder, kerosene, and the dreadful white phosphorus shells that Christians have in siege battles - he's seen Those who escaped first were ordered to be killed, not only because of their cowardice, but also because their wounds looked so horrific, deep enough to touch internal organs or bones ...their murders and miserable images will directly affect other people.

He pulled out the machete, with a gloomy face on his face, he paused, and he put it back in again, no, it was not the time, he said to himself, he still had as many soldiers as grains of wheat, he There is still a chance to win.

   But another voice is saying, really, he has already lost 30,000 people before he set foot in Austria, how many lives and how much time will he waste here? Mohammed IV's letter has already expressed his dissatisfaction with him, and his political opponents are like wolf dogs looking for an opportunity to speak.

   "Master," his entourage whispered outside the tent: "The Grand Master wants to see you."

The Grand Master suffered the most in this battle. He did not bring many soldiers. In order to snipe the wizards, he lost his closest disciple, Mo San, and now there are only a few credible people around him. And these Christians openly used wizards in disregard of their gods. This behavior shocked and annoyed the Grand Master. He walked into the tent of the Grand Vizier and wanted to question Ahmed. Have you figured out what to do next?

They may be able to defeat the united Christians here, but the problem is that the time, soldiers and supplies consumed here, will cause them to struggle in enemy land, it is still the hottest time, but winter will also be very hot Coming soon, the army of 250,000 is a bloated monster, advancing and retreating very slowly, if it is delayed until winter, it will cause more non-war losses - their mercenaries, slaves and Azap can There are far fewer cold-proof materials than people think.

   And the longer the war dragged on, the soldiers also found that what they got from the war was not enough to make up for what they lost when they left their home and land, and the result was a large number of deserters.

  The Grand Master was very worried, and Ahmed was full of doubts. The Grand Master rarely came to his tent. Did he find something, or did Mosan find something? Although he died, he still planted a vicious seed in the heart of the Grand Master. Now this seed has taken root and is about to blossom and bear fruit.

Ahmed's ears were rumbling, what the Grand Master was saying, he could understand but couldn't, his fingers fumbling nervously on the saber beside him, the voice urging him - always first. Strike hard; he has been discovered; is the Grand Master ready to report his failure to the Sultan? - He had the ability to directly contact the priests around the Sultan; did he hold a grudge against his disciple Mosan for his death? He must win, otherwise the grown-up Muhammad IV will never let him go. Why did the Grand Master not allow him to drive the devil? Even the most devout and greatest king has used the devil; the Christian is playing the devil, and he should have that power; he is fighting for the sultan, for the agent of the true God on earth, and he must win, By whatever means...

   When Ahmed came back to his senses, he had already sent the machete into the back of the Grand Master.

At this point, Ahmed calmed down. Because the Grand Master came with a questioning mind, there were only two of them in the tent. He stretched out his hand to hold the fallen body of the Grand Master, his temples gray. The old man still had the last breath, he opened his eyes wide, if Ahmed used an ordinary knife, not only would he not be able to hurt the Grand Master, but he would suffer himself, but what Ahmed pulled out was A devil's machete.

The Grand Master is not worried about his lost life, he will go to heaven and sit with the saints, but he must worry about Ahmed and the army of the sultan, Ahmed is a mortal, he does not know how to deal with the devil What a heavy price to pay, those Christians will fall into hell, and Ahmed is destined to do so, but the Sultan's army cannot be buried here.

   The battle ended in vain, and only a few lives were lost, but most of the army could be saved, but if you continue to stay here...

  Ahmed stretched out his hand and pressed the Grand Master's mouth.

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   "What are the Ottomans doing?" Schumberg asked. The people on the walls heard a wave of wailing, and the Tatars, the Cossacks, who were cutting off their hair with their swords and brushing the dust on their foreheads.

   They waited a while and got unfortunate bad news.

  The Ottoman Grand Master died.

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