"I don't even know what kind of battle this is!" A bearded General Susas slammed his military cap into his other hand.
He looked at his left wing that was about to collapse angrily, and cursed loudly and depressedly: "Are you all stupid pigs? Are you all stupid pigs?"
He pointed at a legion that was about to collapse, and his angry voice made all the surrounding officers lower their heads: "A legion was beaten by 500 enemies and lost three lines of defense! The troops in Beiling were only one-third of ours.
One, the result is now that we are defending and they are attacking!"
"That guy Fischereau... unexpectedly attacked first... Did he see that our reinforcements are about to arrive?" The Susas general looked at the collapsed defense line in the distance and said to himself.
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His adjutant stood beside him and persuaded: "General! Although we are very passive here, didn't the messenger sent by General Tucci yesterday say that as long as we entangle Fisherow, don't let him escape?
That’s fine.”
They assembled an army of 10,000 people in Beiling, while Fischereau only had 1,500 men. Under attack from two sides, Fischero was bound to lose.
In this case, they just need to hold on and not be defeated by Fishereau first. As long as Fishereau cannot defeat them all, his Northridge Army will have no choice but to surrender honestly.
"Besides, it's not that our army is incompetent...the weapons of Fischereau's troops...are indeed fishy!" When the adjutant said this, his tone was full of resentment.
They had been fighting with Fishereau's troops all morning, so they naturally knew why Fishereau's troops behaved so fiercely.
The weapons held by these troops are not the Cyric flintlocks that everyone is familiar with. What they are holding is obviously a brand new weapon.
As soon as the troops from both sides came into contact, the opponent's superiority in firepower density was revealed. A sudden burst of bullets prevented Susas' troops from catching their breath until now.
Their first line of defense, an entire legion, was soon unable to withstand it, and was defeated by Fischereau, causing the entire line to collapse.
After finally stabilizing their position, Susas' troops had just established a defensive position when Fischereau's troops turned their guns and attacked Susas's left flank.
The opponent concentrated a battalion of troops to attack fiercely forward, and had a local artillery advantage. Susas's troops were quickly defeated again.
From the beginning of the battle until now, the Susas troops, who were originally preparing to attack, have been engaged in defensive battles, and they have been engaged in a defensive battle that collapsed all morning.
They had lost thousands of men, especially the left wing, and were basically stunned. As long as they saw Fischereau's wolf flag, these Sussus troops would subconsciously retreat without even daring to struggle.
As a result, Susas's troops retreated 2 kilometers back, despite the loss of more than 1,000 men, dragging Fischerot's troops into the rhythm of a war of attrition.
Fischereau was also very anxious. He promised Tang Mo that he would end the battle on the main battlefield as soon as possible, and then lead his army south to join Tang Mo to meet the enemy's reinforcements coming from the southeast.
However, the Susas troops in front of him collapsed at the first touch and ran a few hundred meters away before re-arranging their formation. This was a situation he did not want to see.
He had no choice but to fight a battle of annihilation with his troops and mobility, so he could only watch Susas' troops retreat again and again.
At this time, he was also helpless, because the opponent's combat effectiveness was obviously not high, so he did not even have the courage to stop and fight to the death. This led to a serious problem. Fischereau's troops could not win in a short time.
There was no way to support Tang Mo.
"If that still doesn't work, then transfer 200 people from our left wing to support Tang Mo!" Fisherow gritted his teeth and ordered the officers around him.
The officer was shocked when he heard such an order, and immediately spoke to persuade: "Sir, if we divide our troops again, we may not be able to maintain the current offensive."
One of the main reasons why they were able to defeat the army of the Kingdom of Susas in front of them was that they maintained an offensive posture and kept the opponent's troops in a state of retreat and transfer.
In this way, Susas's original advantage in the total number of artillery pieces cannot be brought into play, which also allows the needle gun to maximize its advantages in close combat situations.
But if their attack stops and the opponent calmly adjusts their deployment, the numerical advantage in artillery will be reflected, which will make them even more passive.
"After a whole morning of fierce fighting, the soldiers' physical strength is a bit tight. Coupled with the losses, we are also under great pressure." Another officer worriedly advised Fisherow: "We have already lost seven people.
There are eighty people... plus the wounded, it is already difficult to continue the attack."
"But, I promised Tang Mo." Fischerlo glanced at his daughter, who was standing next to him with a somewhat pale face, and said, "If there is a problem at Sanchakou, we will also be defeated."
"Now we can only hope that Tang Mo can support him a little longer. Anyway... he promised to stay there for one day. In one day, we are still sure to defeat the enemy in front of us!" Looking at the smoke on the battlefield, he spoke first.
The officer who persuaded Fischereau gritted his teeth and continued.
"Alas..." Fisherot was a little irritable. After sighing, he focused on the battlefield: "Let the troops on the right wing continue to move forward! Try to completely defeat the enemy's left wing in an hour!"
"Yes!" An officer got on his horse and said, "I will personally supervise the battle! Give me one hour, and I promise to defeat the enemy's left wing!"
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"You are really... upright." Tang Mo covered his face helplessly as he looked at the row after row of Sussus soldiers who were in similar marching condition except that they were not carrying weapons.
As the upright boy of Beiling, Tiger lived up to expectations. He led 40 cavalry and actually blocked the defeated Susas troops, and then brought most of them back to Tang Mo.
Yes...bring it back...
The defeated troops commanded by 2000 Tucci were like frightened birds. They were blocked by Tiger on the way. Neither side engaged in combat, and the other side put down its weapons like a gentleman.
Yes, you read that right, these Sussian troops decided not to run away, they were tired... They handed over their weapons, and then several officers came forward and surrendered to 40 cavalry led by Tiger.
More than 20 carriages, more than 40 horses, and almost 2,000 soldiers just laid down their weapons and surrendered!
Due to lack of manpower, Tiger, who had suppressed the Susas troops all the way back to find Tang Mo, only brought back more than 1,000 people.
Most of the remaining Sussus soldiers who surrendered took advantage of the chaos and ran away. Also due to lack of manpower, Tiger only brought back 30 cavalry...
The other 10 cavalrymen were left in place, guarding thousands of Cyric flintlock muskets, as well as military supplies such as gunpowder.
"My God, there is a legion of prisoners here now... We only have one battalion of soldiers." Weiss looked at the huge crowd of prisoners squatting along the road, waiting for new orders, and some couldn't believe his eyes.
Several Susas officers wearing gorgeous hats and swords hanging from their waists walked up to Tang Mo and handed the neatly stacked military flags to the winner.
"We failed! Sir! This is the honor you deserve." Officer Sussus, holding Tuch's flag in both hands, lowered his head and said, "Your tolerance will spread your reputation thousands of miles."
He was talking about Tiger allowing them to serve as prisoners and keep his sword. After all, the feeling of defeat is not pleasant. If they can be respected, then the surrendering party will obviously feel more comfortable.
Tang Mo took the military flag, and then handed it to the entourage beside him with some depression. He looked at Tiger, then at Weiss and Redman, and said: "Because of Tiger's excellent performance, now
We can no longer spare any troops to help the Earl on the frontal battlefield."
"Sir." Tiger said awkwardly, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. He really didn't expect such a great victory, but he was doing a disservice.
"It's okay, Tiger, it's okay!" Tang Mo comforted the upright officer and said to Redman: "I'll leave the matter here to you. Let the 1st Company and 2nd Company keep an eye on these prisoners. The people of the 3rd Company
Go and bring back those flintlocks and arms to count..."
"Ask the boy scouts to help, put away the cannons as soon as possible, pack up the luggage, and retreat back to the village at Sanchakou. Order the cooks accompanying the army to cook, and the soldiers will take turns to rest while ensuring that the prisoners are effectively guarded!" he said, pointing.
Referring to the embarrassed Sousas officers: "Prepare some food for them too."
After the Susas officers left, Tang Mo continued to order Tiger and Weiss: "After the handover, let's take 30 cavalry to take a look at the battlefield on the Count's side! Leave this to Red
Man."
"Commander of the 3rd company, go with my order and ask the 10 cavalrymen who are looking at the supplies to disperse! Make sure there are no large forces of Susas nearby... Don't make trouble and pay attention to the reconnaissance! Do you understand?" After Tang Mo finished speaking, he
He walked towards his war horse.
"Yes! Sir!" Redman nodded slightly, and then began to issue a series of orders and deploy manpower.
Tang Mo got on his horse and glanced at Tiger and Weiss who also got on their horses: "I hope the winner has been decided on the count's side."
"It's probably impossible." Tiger looked at the dark mass of prisoners not far away, and said with emotion: "You are fighting too fast here, and the Earl's side must not have decided the winner yet."
"Then let's go help! Let's taunt him by the way..." Tang Mo pinched the horse's belly: "It's still too slow to fight."
"Hahahaha!" Weiss laughed loudly and followed Tang Mo: "Look at Tiger, his face is turning red."
