Chapter 185 I just want Mount Tabor! (2-in-1)
The fire was put out, but the attack by a dozen Turks caused irreparable damage to the Orthodox village.
Amid the groans and cries of pain from the surrounding farmers, Garis came to the three Turks.
The rainy season has arrived in Palestine, and there are often dark clouds in the night sky blocking the moonlight.
These Turks couldn't quite see Garris's face clearly, but those fluorescent eyes left a deep impression on him.
Just now, just now!
And this man is like a god and demon, appearing in every corner of the village. When he draws his sword, people and horses... are easily torn into pieces.
They were stabbed off their horses by the villagers with sticks, and thus survived.
After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, these Turks heard a young man next to the man ask in Turkic: "What tribe are you from? Where do you come from?"
A Turkic man opened his mouth and said something, his expression was very panic, mixed with hysteria.
Garris looked at Alexandros, and the boy replied: "He said 'devil'!"
With a frown, Garris immediately cut open the Turkic man's neck artery, and blood spattered onto the face of another Turkic man nearby.
Perhaps because he was washed with blood, the Turkic man became much more honest. At least he could understand and speak human language.
Alexandros translated it from the Turkic language, and Geris understood the meaning.
"In other words, there is a Turkic force of two thousand people on the north side of Mount Tabor, preparing to attack the St. Markovia Monastery on the mountain?"
"And this group of them is actually a group of scout troops, coming here under the cover of night to make some extra money for themselves?"
"Yes."
In Garris's mind, a rough map of Palestine emerged.
For now, Mount Tabor is located in the territory of Jaffa, southwest of the Sea of Galilee, and is only a two-day infantry march from Acre.
If a battle breaks out here, it should be easier to attract Saladin's attention.
"Talros, you go to the camp immediately and inform Balian and others of the situation."
"Alexandros, Schiller, you two come with me. We will be very busy tonight."
"Yes!"
The two Paladins answered in unison.
As for the two remaining survivors, Garris handed them over to the survivors of this village.
……
At night, Gehris took Alexandros and Schiller through the land of Palestine.
According to the prisoners' account, there was a temporary camp nearby, which was the gathering place for their scouts.
For Garris, if he wanted to surprise the enemy on the north side of the mountain, he would have to cut off the enemy's scout troops.
Turn the other party into a deaf or blind person.
Garris and the three of them did not ride horses or even wear chainmail. Instead, they wore armed clothes and marched in the valley between the mountains.
When approaching the woods, Garris relied on his previous life experience to teach Alexandros and Schiller how to sneak.
Raise the stepping leg and lower it gently, keeping your center of gravity on the landing leg.
If necessary, half-kneel on the ground to lower your center of gravity, and use an extra hand to push aside debris such as branches on the ground to avoid making noise and share the weight of the body.
Although these various operations waste a lot of time and energy, it is worth it.
A campground with a lit campfire was not far away in sight.
When Garris and the others came here, no enemy noticed their presence.
It is not difficult to obtain clearer night vision with the help of a few tricks about the distribution characteristics of photoreceptor cells.
There were about seven or eight people in such a camp, and there were no fences or walls.
It can be seen that it is indeed just a place where the scouts temporarily stay overnight.
There are also some tents where no one is lying in. Counting the empty seats, it is roughly equivalent to the number of Turks who attacked Greek villages at night.
Near the camp fire, apart from the two Turks, there were twelve slaves tied there.
It can be seen that these slaves are one of the gains of this group of Turks.
Alexandros took a deep breath. In a sense, he had experienced such a scene before.
Garris patted him on the shoulder and pointed to a tent, where there was still a faint light coming out.
Alexandros nodded, indicating that he understood the situation, and then each assigned combat tasks and prepared to launch an attack on this camp.
Sometimes dark clouds cover the moonlight, making the earth dark.
Alp stared at the crackling fire, silently watching the night. Next to him was Arslan and 12 bastards.
Turks, or Turkic peoples, spread across the Eurasian continental bridge in this era.
It connects the land of the Three Qins in the east and reaches Asia Minor in the west.
As a nomadic nation, the Turks have a tradition of using slaves.
The demand for slaves forced warriors like him, Arp, to strike again and again.
As for the good and evil of slavery?
A warrior like Arp was never considered.
Because this is the way their ancestors have lived for generations.
The weak eat the strong.
Arp noticed something. He stood up quickly and looked in the direction of the sound.
It was the sound of a whistling wind.
"Who!"
While shouting these words, Arp felt a little cold on his neck, and then he seemed to lose all feeling in his limbs.
Then a feeling of weightlessness emerged, and his thoughts began to intermittent. It was only then that he realized that his head had fallen off his head.
Such an attack was easy for Garris.
The two Paladin followers also blocked the way, stopping those who wanted to escape on horseback.
They didn't let one go.
When the morning light filled the world again, Balian saw Garris leaning on the tree trunk.
Garris, who had been tired for half the night, was now closing his eyes to rest.
After hearing Balian's footsteps, Garris slowly opened his eyes: "I don't want to know what happened; I just want to know when we will take Mount Tabor."
General Garris gave Balian full authority to command the army. Now he needs to take a good rest.
……
Autumn turns to winter, and the Palestinian winter is actually not suitable for fighting.
Because the continuous rain dampens the enthusiasm of all militants.
The lack of food will also affect the soldiers' enthusiasm for combat.
However, fortunately, there are countless villages in the land of Palestine.
They were all ready-made supply points. Relying on the food collected from nearby villages, thousands of soldiers roamed the land wantonly.
And God bless us, in recent days, although there have been dark clouds overhead, it has never rained.
However, Batur, the Turkic Emir, was hurriedly shaken awake by his own bodyguard before he could wake up naturally.
"Oh no, sir! Just to the south, just to the south! An enemy camp has appeared a few hundred steps away!"
Originally, he wanted to scold the personal guards for not understanding the rules, but as soon as the news about the enemy camp came out, Batu suddenly woke up.
Putting on a coat casually, he rushed out of the tent, came to the heights of his camp, and looked south in the direction pointed by his bodyguard.
Just over there, less than 400 steps away, were twenty or thirty carriages, forming an arc-shaped formation based on the mountain.
In addition, there were some soldiers who walked out of the vehicle formation, as if they were planning to dig a trench in front of the vehicle formation.
"No, this! Damn it! Are those scouts blind? The enemy is so close to this position, and no one came to report it!"
"Waste!"
"Bastard!"
"Shit!"
Batur cursed, and when he opened his eyes, he got a big surprise.
Oh my god! Less than 400 steps? ! The longbows these days can shoot to about 150 steps, which can be said to be as close as three arrows.
However, what reassures Batur is that the opponent's car formation is not that big.
It is estimated that there are less than a thousand men. The number of soldiers under his command is twice that of the enemy. It can be said that he has the advantage.
Just attack and everything will be fine!
The ultimate range of a medieval longbow was generally no more than 200 steps.
The gravity trebuchet made by the Arabs is also the so-called return gun, and its range limit does not exceed 300 steps.
It can be said that in the Middle Ages, except for some guys who desperately tried to increase the tension of their crossbows, there would not be any kind of projectile weapon that could cause effective damage at a distance of 400 steps.
Therefore, although Batur was frightened and angry, he was not too frightened and was able to organize his army calmly.
One-half of the soldiers under his command were Turkic light cavalry, and the other half were infantry.
According to Batur's experience, this kind of car barrier is very troublesome to conquer.
But as long as they are not eager for success, the soldiers in the car base actually lack the ability to fight back.
With an army twice as large as the enemy, relying on the superior arrow rain, this kind of vehicle barrier cannot be said to be useless, but it can only delay death.
After all, 2000 beats 1000, and they are all nomadic light cavalry. It's time for the Franks on the opposite side to witness what it means to "shoot like rain"!
Hundreds of Turkic light cavalry roared out.
At the same time, nearly a thousand infantrymen also formed a line and slowly advanced under Batur's instructions.
Then, somewhere out of reach of Batur's hearing, someone was shouting loudly with words he couldn't understand.
"Charge! 5 ounces!"
"Target! Northeast Cavalry Group!"
"Distance! One hundred steps!"
"Elevation angle! Secret position 1-50!" About the use of artillery, or about the use of weapons. For Gareth, no matter the past life or the present, it is actually engraved in his bones.
Garris himself felt that the overly complicated 21st century artillery commands were unnecessary.
However, some concepts of artillery in later generations are still very valid in this era.
Clear and clear gunner command commands help artillerymen operate artillery efficiently and accurately.
Different distances apply different density angles, which helps the shells to land accurately and prevent them from flying over people's heads or landing on the ground in advance.
As for the so-called close angle, it is actually another way to calculate the angle.
In military science, 1/360 of a circle, or an angle of 1 degree, is a very large number, which is not enough for precise control.
An acute triangle with an angle of 1 degree will be 17.45 meters wide at a distance of 1000 meters from base 1, and 8.73 meters wide at a distance of 500 meters.
The error range of more than ten meters, tens of meters, or hundreds of meters is extremely terrifying for future generations of artillery.
Therefore, if you directly use degrees to issue instructions without adding a decimal point, the error will be very large. Adding a decimal point will make the password cumbersome.
Using tenths of a degree or hundredths of a degree also faces similar problems, either too large or too small.
Therefore, in military science, all countries have adopted the secret position system.
Britain and the United States determined that 1/6400 of the circumferential angle is one digit, that is, 360 degrees of a circle is cut into 6400 parts.
The Eastern camp represented by the Soviet Union, including China, determined that 1/6000 of the circumference angle is 1 mil, which means that 360 degrees of the circle is cut into 6000 parts, which also means that 1 mil is equal to 0.06 degrees< br>
The secret digit is written by drawing a short line between the hundreds and tens digits. For example, the 7-digit digit is written as "0-07" and is read as "zero, zero seven". The 478-digit digit is written as "4-78" and is read as "0-07". As "four, seven or eight".
[Elevation angle! Secret bits 1-50! 】
The meaning of this command is to raise the muzzle 9 degrees.
Through a device that mechanically raises the muzzle, even a medieval old farmer who just became literate can easily and quickly adjust how many degrees the muzzle is raised.
As for [Charging! 5 ounces! 】Then it is the weight of a standard medicine bag.
Because of the cumbersome process of artillery loading in this era, Garris placed the charging instruction at the top of the list.
The devil often hides in the details, and Gareth is a person who pays great attention to details.
He told the soldiers under his command in detail the experiences he had brought in his previous life.
"Light the fire! Set it off!"
There was a dull sound of artillery, and five artillery mounted on the carriage spit out flames from the muzzles, followed by five projectiles, which landed in the cavalry formation.
Because the cavalry was relatively loose, these five cannonballs only hit two horses and one Turkic cavalry.
The horses and Turks who were hit in the head and chest died instantly.
However, due to the large number of enemies, the hoofs of the horses shook the earth.
Most of the Turks did not realize what happened. They only felt a loud noise coming from the car barrier in the distance, and then something seemed to fly over.
Only a few people saw that horrific scene.
The Turkic cavalry was still charging, and they did not seek to rush directly into the car barriers.
On the contrary, these Turkic cavalry took out their short bows one after another. When they were about 30 steps away from the car base, they set up their bows and arrows, preparing to shoot at the soldiers in the car base.
Although those car barriers could provide a certain degree of protection, the disparity in numbers convinced Batur that his side had an advantage.
Even though the killing effect of Frankish infantry crossbows was relatively stronger than that of light cavalry arrows, their quantity could smooth out all the differences.
However, what these light cavalry did not know was that before they charged, several gunners issued instructions:
"Charge! 5 ounces!"
"Load! Shotgun!"
The production of artillery is a very troublesome matter. Even if all the blacksmiths in Arnon County worked together, they could only build a total of 12 artillery pieces in two specifications.
The difference between these two types of artillery is mainly reflected in their caliber and magnification, which allows them to have different effects when firing different projectiles.
One type shoots farther, is more accurate, and has a smaller caliber, only a small cannon with a caliber of about 4cm.
The other type shoots closer and is very inaccurate, but the caliber is larger. In addition to conventional projectiles, it can be filled with more lead bullets or stones.
"Light the fire! Set it off!"
In an instant, there were several blasts in succession, and the seven artillery pieces opened fire together like roaring giant beasts.
The roar of the artillery fire was deafening, and nearly a thousand lead bullets poured down like a violent storm, instantly drowning dozens of Turkic cavalry who passed by the car formation.
Almost instantly, the sound of the horses’ hooves and the roar of artillery fire intertwined to form a symphony of death.
The lead bullets tore through the air, with a sharp whistling sound, and swept through the Turkic cavalry. Blood spattered everywhere, screams came one after another, and the faces of those cavalry were instantly cut to pieces.
The uninjured horses, after hearing the loud noise at close range, looked panicked for a moment, did not obey the instructions, and ran wildly after being frightened!
They screamed in terror and fled in all directions, and the chaotic scene swept away like a frenzy.
As for the horses in the carriage camp, although they were all a little restless, they were during the previous artillery training.
These horses had heard the sound of cannons many times at close range, and were constantly comforted by their owners, so they were still calm.
The smell of sulfur and gunpowder smoke was mixed with the blood of blood for the first time on the land of Palestine.
Brought the baptism of iron and blood.
Steel! gunpowder! Belief!
Immediately afterwards, a large number of arrows were fired from the vehicle formation. Balian directed the crossbowmen to shoot at the unresponsive Turkic cavalry as quickly as possible.
Although the arrows thrown from the chariot barrier were not a rain of arrows, the cavalrymen who were in a daze or eager to appease their mounts were unable to fight back.
"Charge! 5 ounces!"
"Target! Northeast infantry group!"
"Distance! Two hundred steps!"
"Elevation angle! Secret position 2-50!"
"Light the fire! Set it off!"
There was another dull sound of artillery, followed by five iron bullets streaking across the sky and landing in Batur's infantry formation.
Several Muslim crossbowmen and infantrymen were hit without warning. They suffered fatal blows to the head and chest, killing them instantly.
For a moment, blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the surrounding land red.
As for the other soldiers who were scraped and barely survived, their limbs literally exploded under the impact of the shells.
Iron balls with a diameter of about 40mm, propelled by 5 ounces, or about 150g of gunpowder, can still tear apart all flesh and metal armor at a distance of 200 steps.
Not many people died. Even if they hit a dense infantry array, the projectiles were too small and the gunpowder was not loaded enough.
There is no way it can achieve the same effect as later generations of bombing the flesh-and-blood alley.
But the unknown is the biggest fear.
In the eyes of onlookers, at this moment, more than a dozen people fell down, and all they could hear was the sound of flesh being exploded.
And after a moment or two, he heard the sound of unknown objects breaking through the air. After another moment, he heard a dull sound coming from the distance.
what happens? Not only Batur, but in fact the entire two thousand army were in an inexplicable and at a loss situation.
The wails and screams of the fallen soldiers were very real, but at the same time they seemed like they were from another world.
The fear of the unknown envelopes countless people.
They neither advanced nor retreated, nor dispersed. For a moment, apart from the groans of the injured, they fell into a strange silence.
Nearly half a minute passed, and Batur did not take any effective response.
The weapons used by the enemy were beyond his knowledge, which temporarily caused the Turkic man to fall into a state of mental failure.
These successive attacks only caused dozens of casualties, which seemed to be nothing to mention for an army of two thousand people.
However, fear is like a plague. Once it spreads, it cannot be contained by human power.
Just dozens of casualties had already shaken the soldiers led by Batur.
What to do?
From experience, it should have been injured by the enemy's projectile weapons.
The best way to deal with enemy projectile weapons is actually to rush into the enemy position as quickly as possible and then enter the melee.
Yes,
The enemy is protected by a vehicle barrier!
"The whole army charges!"
Batur gave the order, but facing the solid vehicle barrier, the light cavalry under his command were not willing to jump in without fear of death!
Across the line of carriages, the cavalry under his command could see a forest of spears densely packed into the enemy formation.
Even, not just spears, but many sickle-shaped weapons.
Obviously, if any light cavalry rushes into the car barrier rashly, the final result will be that they will be attacked by a group!
This is to risk their lives to win the battle!
Everyone comes out to make a fortune, how can they make a fortune if they die!
Everyone has robbed so many things these days. Wouldn't it be a big loss to die at this time? !
No one obeyed Batur's orders.
In fact, in the vehicle base, the second round of shotguns had been loaded. During this period, the continuous arrows and crossbow bolts were also weakening the light cavalry's fighting will.
With another round of shotgun blast.
Among the Turkic light cavalry, some finally couldn't hold it any longer and took the lead in fleeing.
The pressure instantly exceeded a critical value.
The broken window effect is applied at this moment.
Fleeing, killing each other, trampling on each other... all kinds of bad things happened at this moment.
It got out of hand!
It was also at this time that the carriages forming the caravan changed formation.
A dozen elite knights, with hundreds of cavalry, rushed out of the carriage barrier.
More than five hundred infantrymen wearing cotton armor or chain mail filed out, following closely behind!
These six to seven hundred people brazenly charged against the Turks who were three times the size of our own army!
Ta da, da da,
The sound of horse hooves echoed through the land again,
The sound of horse hooves this time is much duller than that of the light cavalry, and the density of the horse hooves is not high, and such horses hooves mean...
"Deusvult!"
Such is destiny...
If I have free time on weekends, I will make extra time to pay back the monthly ticket. ε=(ο｀*)))Alas
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