The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Time was approaching noon, and a huge cloud of smoke rose on the distant horizon. The smoke was so big that it even obscured half of the sky.

King Kazimierz stood on a small bastion in his position. He raised a hand and brought the telescope close to his eyes. In the dust, the king saw the looming light of the Swedish cavalry's breastplate reflected in the sun.

"At least one thousand cavalry." King Kazimierz said.

"No, my king. At least two thousand. And I saw the banner of the elector." said the leader of Sapega.

"Are our fortifications finished?"

"God bless. All the fortifications have been built. Not only did we dug a trench three meters deep, we also built three wooden poles behind the trenches. The infantry positions were dug out of the trenches. The soil is heightened, and the **** is also built." Sapega said with complacency. These are all the experiences he gained from fighting the Cossacks and Tsarist Russia in the past. Through such a tight defense, the enemy cavalry can effectively block the attack of the enemy's cavalry.

King Kazimierz nodded. He stopped speaking, but continued to wait and see.

On the position of the mercenary regiment, Pidro also noticed the smoke and dust on the horizon. He ordered all soldiers of the mercenary regiment to prepare for battle. The pikemen of the three squadrons with long spears were dispatched among the pointed stakes. They would act as a living refusal to stab the approaching enemy off the horse. And behind the Pikemen, there are three neat rows of Pikemen, they are the main force of firepower output. When the Swedish cavalry cannot advance or retreat, they will reap the enemy's life.

The positions of the other Polish troops were generally arranged in this way.

The Swedish cavalry stopped outside the gun range of the Polish army position. This is the vanguard of a Swedish army, the commander is Count Oval von Goya.

Count Orval von Goya was a veteran with rich combat experience under Karl X. He could see at a glance that the Poles’ positions were extremely strong and the firepower was reasonably allocated. If the cavalry attacked rashly, he would Suffer a huge loss.

At this moment, Count Oval von Goya made a bold move. He leaped forward and entered the Polish army's artillery coverage, but outside the Polish army's musket range, then from left to right, he rushed in front of the Polish positions.

"What a warrior."

King Kazimierz praised the count's actions through the telescope.

"Your Majesty, he is investigating our army's position and demonstrating to us," Kishka reminded from the side.

"Of course I know." King Kazimierz said.

Then he sighed again: "If possible, I really want to catch such a warrior alive."

"Then your Majesty, do you send a team of cavalry to bring him back alive?" The servant next to King Kazimierz saw that the king was cherishing his talents and hurriedly suggested.

King Kazimierz thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Forget it," said the king.

Sapega on the side knows it all.

He gestured to the gunner next to the king. After predicting the advance, the gunner fired a shot in the direction of Count Oval von Goya.

The shell fell three meters away from the count, and then three more shells fell on the Count Oval von Goya, but Count Oval von Goya was unmoved, he insisted on patrolling Finished all the positions of the Poles.

This boosted the morale of the Swedish cavalry, while the Polish army was very frustrated due to the malfunction of its own artillery.

Count Orval von Goya returned to where he started. He didn't wait for the horse to stop before he jumped off the horse.

A horse hurried forward to hold the earl's horse, while an adjutant walked forward with a notebook.

The earl wrote and drew in his notebook for a while, then tore off the page and handed it to the adjutant.

"Bring this to your Majesty the King." Count Orval von Goya said.

The adjutant took the paper, and Pegasus moved towards the rear.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the count's adjutant returned.

"Count, your majesty's army will come here in the evening. Your majesty has ordered you to attack the Polish positions." said the adjutant.

Hearing the adjutant saying that Karl X ordered himself to attack, Count Oval von Goya showed an expression of disbelief.

"Have you seen the picture I gave you?"

"I saw it."

Count Orval von Goya pondered for a while. His brows were frowning, and he didn't understand why Karl X, who had always been wise and wise, gave him such a ridiculous order-it was simply asking his soldiers to die!

The officers around the count looked at Oval von Goya, waiting for the count's order.

After a while, Oval von Goya sighed.

He said: "Prepare to attack."

"Ready!" Piedro shouted.

He saw that the Swedish cavalry in the distance showed a "one" shape, and he knew that the enemy was about to attack. Hearing the command of the commander, the pikemen of the mercenary group all knelt to the ground on one knee. They prodded their spears to the ground, and pointed their spears obliquely forward at a 45-degree angle.

Without artillery support, the Swedish cavalry launched its first charge. At the beginning were 400 Swedish Lancers, followed by 700 Swedish Dragoons.

The artillery of the Polish army began to fire. Cannonballs fell like rain, and the battlefield was dusty, and cavalry shot from time to time fell off their horses.

Due to the limited width of the front of the battlefield, the Swedish offensive forces, which spread out in a large fan, have shrunk a lot when they approach the position of the Polish army. The cavalry scrambled to kill the enemy on the front, charging on the bumpy ground that had just been plowed by artillery fire.

At this time, the Polish artillery in the forest quietly stretched out the muzzle. This is a hidden artillery position, where the Polish artillery deployed ten cannons. When the attacking Swedes spread a wider line of troops in order to reduce the loss caused by frontal artillery fire, the artillery deployed here occupies the "T" prefix relative to the enemy army, and the artillery can destroy it more effectively with firepower. The artillery commander in charge of the position here anxiously awaited the order from the king. As long as King Kazimierz gave an order, they would open fire, but the order did not come until the Swedish cavalry approached the forward position of the Polish army. .

Of course, not being hit by side artillery is just a layer of danger for the Swedish cavalry, and there are still many difficulties waiting for them.

Because the Polish army had laid a camouflage net on the trench in advance, when a Swedish Lancer accidentally fell into the bottom of the trench, they discovered the existence of the trench. The Swedish cavalry rushing to the front hurriedly stopped the horse, but the horse charging at high speed was so easy to stop. More than half of the Swedish Lancers fell into the trench, and most of them were either killed or injured.

The Swedish dragoons, who followed closely behind, were able to control the horses in time because their horses were not fast. They dismounted their horses in front of the trench. Then they rushed up from the exits reserved by the Poles in the trenches. Some Swedish Lancers who survived after falling down the trench also climbed up from the trench and continued their attack. At this time, what they are about to face is the sharp stakes.

In front of this position of the mercenary group, the Swedes had to face not only the pointed stakes, but also the forest-like spears that protruded from the pointed stakes. After the **** battle to capture Warsaw, the recruits of the mercenary group gradually grew up. Now, even when they face the Swedish pistol cavalry who are like iron cans, they will no longer panic.

Bacht was splashed with blood all over his face. It was a Swedish Cuirass Lancer who was lucky enough to leap over the trench. This poor guy couldn't stop after leaping over the trench. His mount happened to hit a sharp stake, and he flew straight out from the saddle and plunged into the gun forest. This Swedish cuirassier also became the first Swedish soldier to die today under the mercenary regiment.

Bashit wiped the blood from his face, which made his face even more hideous. Seven Swedish Lancers rushed forward. Bachter took a step forward, raising the axe above his head with both hands, and then slashed towards the head of a Swedish Lancer. The Swedish Lancer hurriedly raised his short broadsword to block.

The long-handled axe and the short broadsword made a piercing noise. The Swedish Lancer couldn't bear the force of Basit, and fell to the ground on one knee. Bacht was in a good position, his long-handled axe desperately pressed the short broadsword of the Swedish pistol cavalry, and the axe drew up and down the wide-brimmed hat of the Swedish pistol cavalry bit by bit.

Seeing that their companions were in critical condition, the two Swedish Lancers simultaneously used their swords to pick up Bakhit's long-handled axe. Basit leaped a step later and drew back into the team.

Three Swedish Lancers killed at the same time. But they found that after their short broadsword split a spear, there were three or four spears waiting for them; when they swung a spear that pierced their chest, their legs or arms were hit. Here comes the attack. What's even more desperate is that even if their short broadswords cut the enemy's spears, they can't break the sharp stakes in front of them.

The Swedish Lancers, who were not good at melee combat, were forced to retreat several times in vain. They could only shoot with pistols at the pikemen hiding between the pistols. But the damage and killing efficiency of the pistol to the enemy is not even as good as that of a dragoon. At least the carbine in the dragoon's hand can cause damage to the pikemen hiding in the pointed stakes at a greater distance.

Moreover, the Swedes are not the only ones with muskets.

Seeing that the Swedish cavalry were stagnated by pikemen and pointed stakes, Piedro decisively gave the order to shoot.

"Fire!"

The gunfire sounded, and a blood mist suddenly rose up in front of the sharp stakes.

No matter how sophisticated and sturdy the breastplate is, it can't stop the close-range firing of the musket, not to mention that some Swedish Lancers have more than one bullet in their bodies. Their bodies fell down, bending their spears for unknown reasons.

The pikemen in the front row held their spears and rushed out of the pointed stakes. They stabbed one after another Swedish Cuirass Lancers to the ground, and then pushed them all into the trenches.

Seeing that the attack was unfavorable, the first wave of Swedish cavalry began to retreat. Strictly speaking, they are not retreating, but running in disorder. Some people crashed into the forest on the side of the battlefield, and they never came out; some even jumped down the Vistula River in despair.

Count Orval von Goya saw this scene, his heart dripping with blood.

"Your Majesty, have all your wisdom and wisdom been consumed in Prussia?" Count Orval von Goya thought.

"Count, shall we continue to attack?" an officer asked.

"Continue to attack."

Count Orval von Goya ordered. He decided to use all his strength to make another attack, so that even if he failed (although it was inevitable in the earl's view), he would be able to deal with Karl X.

More than a thousand cavalry soldiers who had not participated in the war before dismounted and re-arranged their positions. They took the Swedish dragoons as the vanguard, followed by the black-shirted cavalry, and launched an offensive on foot.

The battle went into intense heat at the beginning. The Polish artillery fired hard, but the fierce gunfire could not stop the advance of the Swedish cavalry. They stepped on the corpse of their companion in the trench from the gap ~www.readwn.com~ and attacked the pointed stake.

Every Swedish dragoon is equipped with a carbine, and the black cavalry has at least two to three pistols per person. They shot with muskets as they advanced, and for a time the firepower was even more fierce than the firepower of the Polish Musketeers.

A few positions before, the Polish pikemen and musketeers used their long spears and butts to slam the black-shirted cavalry who was climbing the **** after crossing the sharp stakes, but facing the black-shirted cavalry's leather breastplate, their attack appeared to be It's so weak.

The mercenary regiment led by Pidro was also under great pressure. Bashit was hit in the head by a black-shirted cavalry with a pistol and fell to the ground on the spot. The soldiers beside him desperately took him back. The other soldiers wanted to fight in close combat under the blow of the pistol, and had to retreat one after another.

Viewed from a height, the positions of the Polish army, which were originally in a straight line, have been recessed in several places, and the gap is still expanding.

Fortunately, this was also the last outbreak of the Swedish army. After lighting up all the pistols, they had to engage in close combat with the Polish soldiers. After the commanders of several positions dispatched reserves to support them in good time, the offensive momentum of the Swedish cavalry was finally blocked.

The last straw that overwhelmed the Swedish cavalry came from the hidden Polish artillery in the forest. They opened fire at the most critical moment. The cannon shells fired straight across the formation of the Swedish cavalry, and there was no armor or flesh to stop the cannon shells. Ten artillery pieces continued to create blood alleys on the ground. Each shell could take the lives of more than ten Swedish cavalrymen. Count Oval von Goya had no countermeasures due to the lack of artillery.

"retreat."

Seeing nothing, Count Oval von Goya gritted his teeth and squeezed out the order to retreat.