The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Chechen and Pidro followed Fedot to Ponneville to investigate the situation. They climbed up a small **** covered with short shrubs, hiding behind the shrubs and watching.

At this time Ponneveille was like a flat boat in the stormy sea, always in danger of sinking.

"Damn it, there must be five hundred people. No, maybe seven hundred people." Piedro exclaimed as he watched the crowds centered on Ponnevière.

These mobs are indeed wearing all kinds of clothes as Fedot said, and their weapons are also very diverse and simple. The walls of the Beauneville Manor are not high and are made of wood. Just put a layer of lime and mud on the outside of the wood. But even so, the mob did not have effective weapons to destroy it. Some mobs tried to burn the walls by throwing burning torches over the trenches and into the walls, but lime and mud played a very good insulation role. Those torches were automatically extinguished after a while.

"I don't know how many people are in the manor?" Cheerchen said to Pidro.

As if replying to Chechen's question, at this moment several people came out one after another from the top of the surrounding walls, followed by a few shots. The mob who rushed to the front fell down a few, and the people behind took a few steps back in fright. Some brave mobs fought back with only a few simple hand-made firearms, but the accuracy of the hand-made firearms was not half a star. Those bullets hit the fence, none of them hit the person inside.

"Hey, captain. Look at it!"

Just as Cheerchen watched the people in the Ponievier Manor fight back, Fedot next to him pushed Cheerchen and pointed to the left to let him look.

Che Chen fixed his eyes and saw a group of four or five mobs rushing towards the manor, carrying the slender and long roots of the tree trunk together. They threw the trunks into the trenches. The trenches of the manor were not deep. When eleven or twelve trunks were thrown down, the trenches were mostly filled. The mob jumped down and stepped on the tree trunk, erected a ladder ant outside the fence and attached.

Although the guards in the manor tried to pull down the ladder, more and more ladders were erected, and the guards no longer had enough manpower to deal with it.

At this point, if there is no support, it is only a matter of time before the fall of the Ponievier Manor.

Fortunately, not far from Ponneville, there was a group of mercenaries who came here to eat, drink and rest.

"Head, our people are here."

At this time, Yelishei climbed up the small soil **** to report to Chechenhui. Cheerchen looked back. Behind Xiaotupo, more than a hundred mercenaries had already formed a formation, waiting for Cheerchen's order.

Time is running out, Cheerchen and Fedot left Pidro to continue to observe, and the two hurriedly slid down the hill and entered the queue.

"Go ahead!" Fedot, the captain of the Musketeer team, gave an order. At the same time, the trumpeter beside Cheechen blew the horn three times. Then, the drummer began to beat the drums.

"Three lines, go forward!"

Fedot stepped on the drums and walked forward first, and the Musketeers behind him formed three teams and followed.

The sound of trumpets and drums from behind caused a panic among the mob. But when they saw that their opponents were no more than a hundred people, their number advantage restored their confidence. In particular, the excellent uniforms and weapons of the mercenary regiment aroused the greed of the mob. With red eyes, they rushed towards the mercenary group.

"Raise the gun, get ready."

Fedot stopped outside the effective range of the musket. Since the enemy has thrown himself into the net, he can use this short period of time to organize his team again.

The musketeer in the first row squatted down to make room for his companions in the back row to shoot. They pressed their fingers on the trigger of the musket, waiting for Captain Fedot's order.

Twenty pikemen stood behind the musketeers, they were ready to step up and cover the musketeers at any time. On both sides of the team, the few guard cavalry who were the core of the mercenary regiment, under the leadership of Yelishei, were also ready to attack.

"Fire!"

When the mob at the forefront entered the range of the musket, Fedot gave an order to fire.

Thirty muskets fired almost at the same time. A white smoke rose in front of the Musketeers.

Next, the thirty muskets in the second row also fired.

Two consecutive shots took the lives of more than ten mobs and brought twice the number of wounded. But this loss was just a drop in the bucket for hundreds of mobs, and the remaining mobs rushed forward. They instinctively reduced the width of the front to reduce the damage caused by the musket.

The two rows of Musketeers who had finished firing were quickly reloading the bullets in accordance with the code, while the third row of Musketeers kept firing them.

When the mob rushed as far as 30 paces from the musket formation, the musketeers in the front two rows finally reloaded the muskets. The musketeers in the second platoon consciously followed the odd and even numbers, singular forward and even backward, forming two rows.

"Fire!"

When the mob was twenty steps away, Fedot gave the order to fire one last time. Ninety muskets fired at the same time.

This is the first time that the shooting method called "Gustav Thunder" in the Swedish army showed its power in front of Chelchen. The mobs were knocked down by a dense wall of bullets, and the surviving mobs were completely defeated. The panicked mob faced the muskets after firing the bullets and did not dare to make any further progress. Some timid people fled to the left and right.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Musketeers quickly retreated ~www.readwn.com~ and the Pikemen in the back row filled up. Twenty pikemen held their spears flat, and approached the mob with a slow but firm pace.

Although there are only twenty long guns, in the eyes of the mob who has lost their fighting spirit, this is nothing but a forest of guns that cannot be crossed. They all stepped back together, which again suppressed the sight of the mob in the rear and the way forward. Those who want to retreat and those who want to be in front are squeezed together.

The few front mobs who were unable to retreat saw their spears pierced into their bodies and took their lives away.

The pikemen fired their guns, the mob that stabbed them to the ground, and the pikemen fired their guns again. The three actions continued, and the walls of people were cut away from layer to layer.

The surviving mob finally understood that only by fleeing to the two sides can they survive. Hundreds of people dispersed, scrambling to escape.

At this point in the battle, it should be the end of the cavalry. Yelishei glanced at Chechen, then waved the hammer in his hand and led the cavalry to chase the scattered mob. The Musketeers also drew out their short broadswords and killed the mob who had fled towards the Ponievie Manor.

More than one hundred people chased and killed six or seven hundred people. Although it sounds fantastic, this is the cruel reality of war. Even if the number of stragglers who have not been trained in team combat is large, they cannot be an opponent of a small well-trained unit.

After fighting to this extent, all that is left is to sweep across the army. Chechen and Pidro came to the gate of Ponievier Manor, surrounded by a few mercenaries.

"Thank you for your kind help, whose subordinates are you?" a young man poked his head out on the fence and asked.

"We are the people of Prince Yanush Laziviu." Pidro shouted.

The young man withdrew his head when he heard it, perhaps discussing it with the people around him. Then he stood up again and asked, "Is there any proof?"