Chapter 371 Battle of Montenegro (15)
The two Guards regiments blocking Niedersall were both the best of the best.
Unlike the Black Hats, who widely recruit prisoners of war and former Imperial soldiers, the Guards' first requirement is loyalty.
So the commanders of these two regiments are both from the village of Moulin Rouge. Das, the commander of the first regiment of the Guards, is Horn's cousin, and Monser, the commander of the second regiment of the Guards, is from the village of Moulin Rouge. The king of children of his generation.
Most of its key members, including the brigade commanders and division commanders, were old Apostolic Guardsmen from the Gulag period.
However, considering that half of the old Pontifical Guards at that time were old people, women, infants and even dogs, the number of Pontifical Guard groups was actually not large.
In terms of specific war monks, the Guards only recruit believers who have no criminal record, have a clean family background and have excellent physical fitness.
The Papal State’s investment in political education and material supply in the Guards is nearly 30% more than that of the Black Hat Army. Correspondingly, their training is more stringent and their discipline is stricter than that of the Black Hat Army.
For example, senior officers such as Victor and others acquiesced in the problems of extortion, petty theft and bullying that often occurred in the Black Hat Army.
As long as there are no serious acts of robbery, forced hugging or death, the most that can be done is to lock these war monks in confinement for a few days.
Once the Guardsmen engage in similar behavior, they will be whipped by the gendarmes without hesitation. In severe cases, they may even be sentenced to death by the gendarmes for desertion.
So the Guards have always been famous for their strict discipline and long training time. For example, the two Guards regiments left behind at the headquarters have theoretically not finished training yet.
In this comparison, the war monks of the Guards are all from good families, and they naturally despise the soldiers of the Black Hat Army who have strayed away from high-level tastes.
This disdain comes not only from a superior sense of morality, but also from the pride brought by the name and honor of the Guards.
Even if their hearts were beating rapidly from the shock of the charging Nicosacks, driven by this sense of pride, they were still able to launch the holy muskets in an orderly and neat manner.
The lead was stuffed into the blunderbuss tube, and the Guards uniformly pulled out the rod and pushed the lead into the depth of the blunderbuss tube.
Twist the clockwork key until the pawl clicks after ten turns, and the trigger springs up. These elite war monks leveled the holy musket and placed it on the gun rack.
Looking from the side, if you exclude the height gap, at first glance they are almost the same person.
This is very different from the black hats firing holy guns. They have a more relaxed feel.
The black hat soldiers did not strictly follow the "Holy Code". Instead, some used purge bars, and some smashed their guns on the ground several times, using inertia to drop the lead into the gun. The lower end of the tube.
Anyway, as long as they can form a volley line before firing, this is enough.
"Close to the center, countercharge, the first row moves up diagonally, the second and third rows raise their guns." Meng Sai's throat was extremely dry and hoarse. He licked his pale lips and gave the order.
“Right foot forward, one and a half steps!”
At the command, the spearmen in the first row took a big step forward, standing with their left and right feet in front and back. T-step with vertical feet.
The spear monks sank until their right calf and thigh were almost at an angle of ninety degrees, and the whole body seemed like a taut bow.
Fifty spears were put down together, and the barrels of the spears were held with both hands. The front end was at the same level as the spearman's eyes, and the rear end was against the arch of the left foot.
The spearmen in the second row held the tail end of the spear, holding it in front of their front hand, and placed the barrel of the gun in the crook of their arm.
The barrel of the gun seemed to be hugged by the spear monk, close to his chest, while his back hand also held the tail end.
The spearmen in the third row stood staggered with the first row, assuming the same posture.
The fourth row pointed their spear forward at a small angle that was almost vertical to the ground, ready to lower it down in the same posture as the front row.
This is the exclusive counter-charge posture used by the Guards to train against cavalry.
The two hundred holy gunmen on both sides were half-kneeling in the front row and standing in the second row, ready to take aim.
The holy gunmen in the back three rows hold the wooden support with their right hand and place the gun barrel against their shoulders and collarbones, ready to step forward and fire at any time.
Standing on the side of the spear phalanx, Meng Sai’s hand holding the feather spear burst out with veins. He was suppressing his excitement and fear.
But maybe because of the rapid secretion of adrenaline, his body was shaking slightly.
In the smoke, he could hear the footsteps of the guards behind him, and he could also see the dust raised by the Nicosacks in front of him.
He didn't know if Das could stop the opponent's 1,200-man infantry column with 500 men, but whether he could stop it or not, he had only one goal - to prevent these Nicosacks from advancing at all.
Behind him are the friendly forces composed of Das, the beautiful home that has just been built, and the ordinary believers who are still suffering in Jinhe Township.
Never let them cross even an inch. "One hundred and twenty steps!" the scout in charge of the observation shouted towards Monser from the tree.
"Aim!"
The black musket was aimed at the attacking Negossacks, but the Negossacks did not continue to throw javelins.
Each of them only carried six javelins, and they had consumed 7,788 in the previous battle, so they had to use them sparingly.
"Low down! The devil's wind is blowing on the other side."
The Nicosacks in the front row shouted in horror. Before the lead even came, they had already lowered their arrogance. His head was pressed against the soft mane of the war horse.
"Spread out, spread out!"
Even the sand sculpture knight Niedersall is no exception. Although he wears white crystal steel armor, he will only be punched with a hole at a slightly farther distance.
But if it is fired at close range, just like the close range shooting of the Holy Gun Cavalry, it will still break the armor. He does not dare to gamble randomly.
A series of screams rose from the enemy lines, piercing Niedersall's eardrums until they hurt.
He buried his head, and the lead flew past him like locusts, and the Nicosacks all lowered their heads.
From time to time, Niedersal could hear a miserable howl, and the Negossacks fell from their horses with blood spurting from their bodies.
Or maybe it was the cry of the war horse that threw the knight forward.
This time the devil's wind blew for an unusually long time. In the past, most of the time, as long as three rounds were fired, the Nicosacks would have already rushed to the front of the formation.
But just after they had rushed out, they were hit by five rounds of volleys. Many Nicosacks thought that the devil's wind had finished blowing, and as soon as they raised their heads, they were pierced by lead bullets in the forehead.
The corpses of the Cossack knights fell to the ground, and Niedersall felt his heart bleeding.
These are all the things he has worked hard to develop at a great price. For this reason, he even betrayed two gods at the same time to a certain extent.
He regretted a little. He was staying well in the Red Copper Fortress, so why did he have to come to this muddy water?
Smoke and dust obscured Niedersall's eyes, and in the haze, he clearly saw the holy gunmen.
They were like a revolving conveyor belt. One person turned and left, and the people behind them all took a step forward, put down their gun racks and raised their guns to shoot.
The time from firing to completion of the rotation will not take more than ten seconds.
Five rows of holy gunmen finished firing, and 200 lead bullets took away exactly fifty charging Nicosacks.
Lifting his head from his mane, Niedersall held a bottle in his mouth and drank the potion in it. He shouted: "Charge, continue to charge. After the war, each person will have five gold coins." Bring a girl with you!”
The previously depressed Nicosacks regained their vigor, but seven or eight of them quietly left the team.
The Nicosacks on both sides were blown by the holy wind. Due to their companions rolling on the ground and the wailing horses, they had to move closer to the middle.
In this way, a dense charge formation is formed, and the horizontal formation in front of them is pushed away.
If there was no other choice, Niedersall would never charge towards such a tight infantry phalanx.
He did not doubt whether he could break through this thin six-row gun formation. The battlefield experience summarized by countless Imperial people proved that it would take at least twelve or fifteen rows of gun formation to stop a full-speed charge. Knights of the Banner.
But even if you have to pass these six rows of pikemen, it will definitely take a lot of Nicosacks.
But what can be done? All we can do is charge!
Just as Niedersall's expression became increasingly ferocious, he suddenly heard the warning sound of a sand sculpture coming from the sky.
Is it a fireball crossbow? Niedersall glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. With that position and angle, he shouldn't be able to hit himself.
Looking back to the front again, although Niedersall and the others had slowed down a lot after a wave of muskets, they were still close to the front of the Black Hat Army.
He found strangely that the holy gunmen suddenly stepped towards both sides, and two leather-wrapped pipes protruded from the team.
“What is that?” A Nicossack wiped the sweat from his eyelids and asked doubtfully.
(End of this chapter)