224 – All-out war in Alas (7)
As soon as Kreutel’s order was given, orders were issued in units of corps, divisions, regiments, and battalions.
The designated shooters of each unit’s Kreutel-type matchlocks followed orders and aimed at those with conspicuous movements and costumes.
The one who jumped out of the crowd of soldiers coming in a square formation, the ones on the left side of the square giving directions by waving their arms and legs…
In addition to the miscellaneous things hanging around the cannons that harass the allies.
Anyone who has lived in the military for even a day knows that those who act like that are commanders or high-ranking people.
As the snipers found their targets, signal flags and trumpets sounded from Creutel’s side.
“Designated marksman for each unit, fire at the target! Kill them all!”
With those words, the sound of black smoke and gunpowder exploding from the guns of 1,000 snipers filled the battlefield.
Bullets rained down on the soldiers, commanders, and noncommissioned officers who were around the cannon, and they fell, grabbing their arms, legs, torso, and chest where the bullets had passed through them.
Since I’ve seen dozens of soldiers die at once from cannons while fighting the enemy, I might be numb for a moment.
The barrage of bullets that flew unilaterally from a distance they couldn’t even reach blew away the spirit of the soldiers of the Elaine Empire.
Because, Daepo was able to suggest that they were in a similar position since they also had it now.
To have to be hit by a unilateral matchlock shot at an absurdly long distance of 500 meters… Because it came with so much fear to them.
“Why is there a matchlock in that street and not a cannon… “
“Did you use that to shoot and kill His Highness, the Duke of Orléans?”
“We still have 200 meters to go to get into our range?”
Kreutel, who was commanding the right wing of the army, looked at the situation with a meaningful smile when he saw this.
Although the number of soldiers is so large that it is impossible to cover the entire front, the left wing under direct command is convincing himself of victory.
If the battle continues like this, the enemy and allies will come close together, and the cannons will be in a situation where they can’t be used…
The enemy will run into an ally with relatively less damage in a completely disorganized state.
Then, the Kreutel Kingdom army would soon be able to destroy the left wing of the enemy army and encircle the central army.
Kreutel ordered his soldiers to make the most of this situation and secure his victory.
“Enemy cannons are messed up. We use this opportunity to strike the enemy’s left wing and push the front line.”
And he immediately led his soldiers and himself stood in the vanguard to encourage his soldiers.
“Where you are, I am with you! Don’t be afraid and move forward! Cannons love those who tremble with fear!”
The kingdom’s soldiers felt relieved to know that the king was with them on the front lines.
It might seem strange to discuss stability on the frontlines, but they had their own reasons.
It is… ‘The fact that Ciel von Kreutel has always won even in ridiculous battles’.
So the commanders and soldiers alike shouted as they ran towards the enemy as one.
“Don’t be afraid of the limbless bastards who can’t even fire a cannon! Attack!!”
“Long live His Highness!!”
“Do not miss this opportunity!”
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Meanwhile, around the time King Croytel was attacking the left wing of the Imperial Army, the Emperor of the Elaine Empire was attacking the left wing of the Croytel Kingdom Army from the right wing.
However, due to the cannon fire from 40 guns deployed on the left wing of the Kingdom Army, it was difficult to approach them.
Then you would have to concentrate your forces in a different direction and try to break through the opponent’s formation, but none of the commanders, including the emperor, could choose to bypass.
Because, the flag of the King of the Kingdom of Creutel was standing on the left wing.
Because I was obsessed with the unfounded hope that if I destroyed that place, I could end the battle quickly.
So they kept sending soldiers in front of the cannons, who fell prey to the two-pound iron balls it spewed out.
No matter how urgent and desperate the situation is, the soldiers hold on to the knights as high as the sky and carry out similar actions…
I can’t tell you how desperate it is.
“How can you get through those f*cking cannons!”
“Mr. Fürer, come and see if you can go through that f*cking cannon and shoot a matchlock! Or go with me!”
“My legs!! Dirty wrapper bastards!”
As 5, 10, and 15 minutes passed, the Emperor’s heart began to burn.
Anxiety, nervousness, and even an inferiority complex that we might lose again to Creutel in the war… Emotions that all commanders going into battle must keep sealed in a corner of their hearts.
In order to overcome this situation, the Emperor, who was dominated by such emotions, came out of the command tent in the rear and went directly to the front of the right wing… Ordered his soldiers.
“Fight for the glory of the Empire! Kill that traitor bastard! Whoever captures or kills him, regardless of position, will be given the title of baron, land, and 10,000 gold coins! Kill!”
As the word spread, were the soldiers and knights blinded by the prize money right in front of them?
“Forward!! Let’s go forward!!”
“Let’s slit the head of the goddamned Kreutel traitor! Let’s get ahead and go back!!”
The soldiers of the right wing of the Imperial Army began to unite around knights and barons who barely had titles.
And like a moth blinded by the prize money in front of you, being baptized by cannons and matchlocks… Gradually, they began to approach the Kreutel army.
500, 300, 200 Meters, while advancing, many of his comrades, allies, and sometimes friends or brothers died…
Is it because it has already been stained with bloody war madness? The soldiers of the Imperial Army were moving forward, accepting the deaths of the soldiers around them as nothing.
The soldiers of the Kingdom of Creutel, who saw that scene, shouted and shouted in astonishment.
“Those crazy bastards! Even though the colleague next to him is dying with his limbs torn off, he comes like that?”
“Kill them all! f*cking assholes!”
“Where is the grapeshot? If those bastards come closer, you have to hit them!!”
Looking at the emperor’s soldiers advancing at the risk of death, the kingdom’s soldiers slowly began to retreat with cannons.
No, to be precise, it was more like stopping the cannon from returning to its original position every time it was fired, stepping back a few meters and continuing shooting, but…
The emperor, who was seized with nervousness, saw the kingdom’s soldiers retreat little by little and judged that he had seized the victorious spirit, and gave an order filled with confidence.
“Jim will go to the front to encourage the soldiers himself! Order the Regent to directly command the entire force from the rear! In this battle, be sure to cut the head of the dog-like traitor!”
Seeing the emperor so excited, the knights guarding the surroundings looked back at him with rather anxious eyes…
If the enemies are running away from them and the king, the commander of the Kreutel Kingdom army, is over there, this would be the last chance you shouldn’t miss.
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So in the end, they couldn’t stop the emperor.
The emperor shouted, not caring about such knights, as he quickly mounted his horse and led his royal knights toward the vanguard of the right wing.
“We will win! Jim is sure of victory! I came here to see the glory for myself! Fight and win!”
They were stupid soldiers, but most of them weren’t very smart.
They arbitrarily decided that since the emperor had arrived, it would be better to advance at this rate than to desert.
The commanders also issued coercive orders, perhaps intuitively judging that if they missed this situation, they would not be able to win.
“Let’s kill the traitor pretending to be the king! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!”
“Long live the Emperor! Long live Deus!! Kill the pretender!”
“You can kill those bastards and take care of the armor yourself! As long as you kill the traitor bastard, they’ll let you take off your armor!”
The emperor heard the voices of those who wanted to plunder equipment unrelated to the war, but he ignored them lightly.
No, rather, he was advancing with the soldiers, not listening, as if encouraging them to raise morale.
At this moment, the emperor tried to give the next command in a greedy voice as if he had finally seized the victory, but…
“I’m in trouble! The damned traitor is not on the left wing we’re after!”
The emperor felt his mind go blank for a moment at the unexpected sound… The messenger continued to speak.
“Ciel von Kreuttel is now attacking our left wing from the enemy right wing! And with the same weapon that was used to assassinate His Highness, the Duke of Orléans, he aimed and shot the commander and artillery. Reinforcement immediately… “
And just in time, Count Biermann, who commanded the left wing of Kreutel’s army, smiled and gave orders to his soldiers.
“Retreat Your Highness’ flag and stand-in! You have succeeded in catching the emperor perfectly! Load the cannon with grapeshot and fire!”