The cheerful notes flew out from the Saxon flutist and flew over the battlefield, lingering for a long time. The huge Saxon military flag sounded in the smoke.

One line, two lines, three lines...

The Saxon commander actually sent more than seven infantry battalions and nearly 2,000 troops. I don't know whether to call him a generous man or to slander him as a madman and a desperate man.

But for now, the slowly approaching Saxon Infantry Regiment is about to be the last straw that breaks the morale of the Prussian infantry, and the Saxon commander seems to have succeeded.

"Saxon, stop!"

"Musket flat end!"

"Fire!!!"

Although the Saxon volley did not kill too many Prussians, more Prussians cowered and retreated. Moritz's shouting and scolding were of no avail at this time.

The Saxons fired a volley and continued to move forward. It was obviously a hellish scene, but with such an offbeat background music, it made me feel like death heavy metal was playing at a festive wedding. The difference is that the wedding

The organizers of other places can beat up and drive out the troublemakers who play death heavy metal, but here, the light and joyful music is like the whisper of the god of death, approaching step by step, bringing fear to people.

"Tell your infantry to retreat and reorganize! Romans! The noble Roman royal family, Prince Dessau ordered, hold on for a few more minutes, hold on a little longer, our cavalry will be here soon!" Prince Dessau on the other side told us

A herald has been sent here, Speedy

The rider who came turned out to be his youngest son, "Gather your camp and hold on for a while, our thousand cavalry will come over, and then we will work together to defeat this infantry regiment! As long as you don't collapse. As long as you hold on for a while,

Stay unbroken!"

"Boom!!~~~"

A solemn and resonant horn blast broke through the Saxon flute player's playing and resounded through the sky. The vibrating sound seemed to have blown away the endless smoke of the battlefield. Dietrich's cry stopped abruptly.

There was that loud horn sound again, and the smoke lingering on the edge of the front line seemed to be swaying and extinguished, and the sound of the Saxon flute was completely suppressed!

"Bang!"

A knocking sound that hits deep in the soul!

"Bang!"

Another drum beat that beats the heart!

At this moment, in the approaching Saxon line rolling forward in the distance, a scarlet flag embroidered with galloping war horses, with mottled scars, broke through the black smoke and stood in the front line of the tragedy. Then, a ray of light dazzled me.

eyes, accompanied by the high drum beat and the deep horn sound. The golden double-headed eagle spread its huge wings and flew in the sky like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

33rd Spartan Legion!!!

"Romans!"

"Disperse the defensive formation!!! Prepare to charge!"

"Prepare to charge!"

"Prepare to charge!"

Scarlet flags were waving in the thick smoke. The 33rd Spartan Legion spread out its bayonet hollow phalanx. The second hollow phalanx held military flags and took over the position of the first hollow phalanx. The soldiers of the first hollow phalanx stood

Behind the second line of hollow square formation.

Dietrich opened his mouth wide and asked in astonishment: "What are they doing?"

"As you can see, we Romans are preparing to launch a charge." I replied. The 33rd Spartan Legion answered the question from the previous moment with their actions.

"Are they crazy? There are several infantry battalions of Saxons over there! They have just withstood a cavalry charge. The casualties of the soldiers were so heavy, launching a charge again is asking for death!" Dietrich stared.

He shouted with his eyes closed.

"Cannon, forward!"

The six-pounder guns, which had been protected and used to counter cavalry charges, were pushed to the front of the line.

"Won't you stop it?"

Prevent?

"The Thirty-third Spartan Legion, we are Romans from Anatolia. Over the years, what have we Anatolian Romans done for our great empire? Answer. I think all from

The Romans in Anatolia all know it! First, we are the Roman legions! Second, we have joined the war since 1207 to win victory for the great Rome!"

Leon Komnenos shouted from behind the front line, holding the eagle flag high.

"The Romans of the 33rd Spartan Legion! Today is another moment of glory for Rome!"

"Infantry, raise your bayonets!"

"Sergeant, prepare your guns!"

"Flag-bearer, hold high our eagle flag!"

"officer!"

"Lead your subordinates to follow the eagle flag closely. For Rome, we will crush all enemies standing in front of us! Bayonets pierce their bodies, bullets steal their souls, and horses trample their corpses!"

"Let us pay tribute to the great Emperor Reinstein with victory!"

"Long live Emperor Reinstein!!"

"Long live Rome!!!"

A Roman Empire. This was not just the legacy of my predecessor. His richest legacy was the Romans before him.

A shocking sound broke out from the lines of the 33rd Spartan Legion. This team did not look like a unit that had just experienced a large-scale cavalry attack. On the contrary, after a hard battle, they were better than before.

The army entering the battlefield has more fighting spirit.

The morale of the soldiers can only be boosted. If they retreat like this, Prussia on both sides will collapse. Besides, the Saxons have seen their cavalry retreat. Now is the time to test the morale of the infantry on both sides. Now Leon has replaced me.

The 33rd Spartan Legion has high fighting spirit, and I can't even retreat. This guy is also a good frontline commander.

I raised my left hand high: "The artillery suppresses the enemy infantry, and the cavalry reorganizes into two columns on the left and right, waiting for my order to prepare to charge! Once the Saxon infantry is defeated, attack across the board. If the 33rd Spartan Legion is defeated, attack from the left and right wings."

Stop the Saxon infantry! Command the flag and tell the infantry of the 33rd Spartan Legion to stop the enemy!"

Eight six-pound cannons were pushed to the front line. The gunners filled the cannons with ammunition in a hurry, and then launched a fierce bombardment on the Saxons 80 meters away.

After the bombardment, the 33rd Spartan Legion began to advance with the Eagle Standard of the Legion.

The double-headed eagle flew high in the sky, and the three lines of infantry below advanced like thousands of troops.

In my ears, the solemn and resonant sound of the horn accompanied by the solemn drum beat kept taking me to the ancient battlefield, where, under the same flag, different faces shouted "Viva Rome" and followed the eagle flag again and again.

Launch a charge.

The Rome of the Romans is dead, but here the Rome of the non-Romans is alive!

Hundreds of people walked together on the road to death with firm steps, artillery fire exploded around them, bullets flew past their ears, and lives fell one after another, but these people...

"Long live Rome!!!"

"charge!"

The 33rd Spartan Legion launched a ferocious charge towards the seven Saxon infantry battalions, and as the 33rd Spartan Legion charged, the officers leading the charge in the front row took out their muskets in addition to

Weapons other than weapons. I saw the guards following the officers mentioning their secret weapons, a "big horn" that could spray 18 bullets at a time.

This kind of "big trumpet" is an eighteenth-century shotgun composed of eighteen barrels like an organ. If a few people are shot out with one shot, a company's charge will most likely be disabled. Basically, it is

Small infantry cannon shot attack. In order to open the gap, the 33rd Spartan Legion used these weapons.

Behind the spray of smoke, large pieces of bullets flew out, and the Saxon infantry who launched the countercharge fell to the ground in large pieces.

Wails spread everywhere, and at a moment when many Saxons were stunned, the infantry of the 33rd Spartan Legion crashed into their defense line with bayonets drawn.

Blood flew and screams echoed throughout the battlefield.

When the bayonet stabbed out, the entire two lines of Saxon infantry were almost wiped out. The Saxon infantry standing at the rear were either knocked away or fell down. No wonder Hippias would dream of using infantry charges to defeat the Russians in Poland. If

It wasn't that the Russian had an advantage in height, maybe he really could succeed, because here, the charge of the 33rd Spartan Legion shook the entire Saxon infantry in just one encounter.

The Prussian infantry on both wings saw that the Saxons were not as ferocious as they thought, and their morale was quickly restored. Under the leadership of Moritz, they also launched a charge.

The seven battalions of Saxon infantry were already in a bad situation, and the participation of the Prussian infantry made their situation worse.

"Cavalry attacks!"

When a large number of cavalry collided with seven infantry battalions of Saxon infantry from both sides, these more than 600 cavalrymen became the last straw for the Saxon line's collapse.

The Saxon army was defeated, and Prince Dessau and old man Schwerin sent out their cavalry.

It didn't take long for the Saxon army to collapse due to partial collapse.

In the past, the Saxons would have had a huge number of cavalry that they were proud of to carry out countercharges to buy time for the infantry to retreat. But when I deliberately exposed the flaw, they basically suffered heavy losses in the cavalry, and only the cavalry was severely damaged.

Even if the cavalry is sent out, it will not help.

Without the obstruction of cavalry and the cover of artillery, the two-legged infantry is nothing.

The Saxons were defeated and scattered all over the mountains and plains, shouting and roaring one after another.

The pungent smell of smoke came to my nose. Although it smelled bad, at that moment I was very obsessed with this feeling. This feeling is called victory!

And now, victory is firmly in our hands!

In the smoke brought by the summer wind, the golden double-headed eagle of the 33rd Spartan Legion was shining dazzlingly in the sun. Its spread wings were like a ruler hovering at the top of the sky. Behind it, several horses

The bruised Anatolian horse, with the emblem of the 33rd Spartan Legion closely following it.
Chapter completed!