Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

A large number of European knights, led by the Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights, launched a charge against the Mongolian army. However, strangely, the Mongolian army did not send out cavalry to meet the attack, and did not even make any changes to its formation.

Alexanderevsky in the rear frowned. He felt something was wrong. When this army rushed out, the enemy's reaction was a little strange.

When a large number of European knights rushed to more than 500 steps, they came into the range of the heavy artillery, and Zhang Dingguan decisively ordered the artillery to fire.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
There was a loud explosion and a black shell hit the front, instantly blowing a charging European knight into pieces. The shell was still powerful and knocked over several European knights.

Then there was a loud explosion, and the two European knights were blown to pieces. Some of the war horses around them were immediately frightened and began to roar wildly.

"Andre, be careful, be careful! My old friend, don't worry, don't worry, I'm with you." A European knight grabbed the reins tightly, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, then patted the horse's head and began to comfort his mount.

With the comfort of its own knight, the warhorse's emotions were slightly relieved, but then an even more violent explosion was heard.

This time, even with the comfort of their own knights, the war horses began to disobey, jumping up and down, running around, and countless knights were thrown off their horses.

"Don't stop the charge, warriors. If we stop, it means failure! Keep charging." The Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights gritted his teeth.

Leading the remaining knights, they continued to charge towards the golden tent where Zhang Dingguan was. They heard the noise of fighting behind the Mongols.

But it seems that those Viking idiots didn't do anything good, and the heretical gods they believed in did not help them win!

But now that they have reached this distance, they can no longer retreat, so these European knights grit their teeth and continue to charge under the artillery fire!

But they were within striking distance of the mountain field artillery.

Field artillery was set up directly behind the Western Expedition Army, and then a more intense fire coverage attack was launched against these European knights.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Devil! Devil!"

"They are demons from hell. They are demons from hell."

Except for the knights from the two major knightly orders, other European cavalrymen had already fallen into collapse, and some knights began to shout and scream like crazy.

"God will protect us! Warriors of the Knights! It's time to serve justice!
Don't be afraid, keep going! We're almost there!"

The Grand Master of the Knights Templar also tried to boost morale, but in addition to the Teutonic Knights, the well-trained formal knights in the Order of the Sword, and the Master of the Knights.

Everyone else had already fallen into collapse, even some of the knights' apprentices and squires.

“When we fought each other more than a decade ago, these Mongols sent out cavalry units to confront us head-on.

They even need to lure us into an ambush to deal with us, but now, they actually use such means!" said a knight master who participated in the war with Mongolia.

The Mongolian cavalry units back then were also very powerful, but they were not completely powerless to fight back!
When they were fighting head-on with Mongolian cavalry on horseback, they were not at a disadvantage, and even had the upper hand. The Mongols wanted to deal with them.

The only way to harvest them is to use a method of horse archery, or to lure them into the valley and deal with them with explosives fired by catapults.

But now, those black cannons have become their real nightmare, and even the Mongols have eliminated the catapults!

You have to know that in Western armies, only some main forces can use catapults, especially the giant catapults that require dozens of people to operate.

"Their biggest mistake is arrogance. Did you see that? The commander is sitting right in the middle. He doesn't even try to hide.

Even the guards around him are not on horseback. As long as we rush over, as long as I can rush in front of him, I can chop off his head with one sword. "The Grand Master of the Sword Knights said.

"What are you waiting for? Keep charging! If you retreat now, you will die."

At this time, a battle also broke out on the right wing of the Mongol army on the westward expedition. Tens of thousands of Russian serfs and thousands of German miners, led by some Polish spearmen, launched an attack on the Mongol army.

However, Zhang Dingguan had no intention of paying any attention to these people. He waved his hand, and a group of 5,000 Mongolian cavalry rushed over and attacked the miscellaneous troops that came to attack.

The fighting power of both sides is not proportional at all. No matter how many troops you divide and how clever your tactics are, you have no hope of winning unless a meteorite falls from the sky.

Even in a head-on battle, these European knights might not be a match for the Mongolian cavalry.

When they were finally about to reach Zhang Dingguan, the musketeers began to attack, and the five hundred soldiers in the front row opened fire.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
A burst of intensive gunfire rang out, a large amount of white smoke appeared, and countless European knights fell in a pool of blood. The armor on their bodies could defend against some bows and arrows, but it would be too much to expect them to defend against weapons like muskets.

Countless European knights looked at the bloody holes on their chests, looked at the blood gushing out, showed expressions of disbelief, and then fell down.

"This! What is this? What is this?"

"Devil, this is a devil's weapon! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

The invisible and unknown things are the most terrifying. The musket is a weapon that was only used once against the Golden Horde.

It was used once against the Southern Song Dynasty. The European knights had never seen these weapons.

Countless Qi soldiers were shot in the head or chest and then fell down. Their comrades beside them had no idea what was going on. They couldn't understand why after a loud bang, a large amount of white smoke appeared in front of them, and then his companions fell down.

"What is that white smoke? Is it some kind of trick? They're using it to confuse us."

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing. We have to be careful!" A Knights Grand Master. Before he could finish his words, a bullet pierced his body and he fell in a pool of blood.

The Western Expedition Army would not give them a chance to breathe. After the first round of cavalry archery was over, the second row of soldiers came up, followed by the third row.

When the fourth row of soldiers was shooting, the first row of soldiers who had retreated earlier had already replaced their bullets. After the fifth row of soldiers finished shooting, the soldiers in the first row launched their own attack.

The dense gunfire basically did not stop, and a large number of European knights fell down. At this time, they were only more than a hundred steps away from Zhang Dingguan, but these more than a hundred steps seemed like an uncrossable chasm.

In front of Zhang Dingguan, dozens of shield bearers had raised their shields to protect Zhang Dingguan. After all, the enemy was too close, and it was still very dangerous for the coach to sit here.

The Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights raised the lance in his hand, trying to boost morale once again.

"Warriors! Noble knights, believers of the Lord, people of God! We, uh!"

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, a burst of intensive gunfire rang out.

The commander, who was wearing gorgeous golden armor and a helmet inlaid with various gems, fell in a pool of blood. Countless black bullets shot him into a sieve, and blood flowed from his mouth.

He fell to the ground with his horse, looking helplessly at his own order. The order he had built with so much effort began to collapse, and the Grand Master's consciousness gradually became blurred, until it completely lost all its glory.

"No, it's bad, Grand Commander, the Grand Commander died in the battle."

"The Grand Master is dead! The Grand Master is dead!" The expressions of countless members of the Teutonic Knights changed drastically. Their Grand Master, the leader of the Knights, had died in battle.

"Retreat, brothers, save your lives, retreat! Those stupid pagans. They didn't complete their mission. Hey, everyone retreat." Lin Wei, a master of the Teutonic Knights, took over the command, waving the sword in his hand, and spoke.

"Brothers, retreat! Retreat!"

The knights of the Order of Contradiction, the knights of the Order of the Sword, and some knights who came to support from Europe, all turned their horses around and began to flee with the remaining people.

"Grand Prince! How about we retreat a bit?"

"Why are you retreating? Are you scared like this by a few thousand knights? Do you think these people still have any fighting power?" Zhang Dingguan pointed at the European knights in front and said.

First there was the attack of heavy artillery, then of field mountain artillery, and then of musketeers. After these three attacks, the fighting spirit of these European knights was completely lost.

Being able to maintain a basic formation now is already very good, but the morale of this army has completely collapsed. Even the commander of the knights who led the charge has fallen in a pool of blood.

"Crown Prince, they seem to be starting to retreat. Should we give chase?" a Mongolian captain stepped forward and asked.

The European knights in front finally adjusted their formation and began to retreat.

"Then let's launch a pursuit! Send out five teams of a thousand men, led by five thousand guard captains, and chase them to the city gate. Don't go any deeper, be careful of an ambush." ​​Zhang Dingguan said.

After this battle, the enemy's cavalry was completely destroyed. Without the cavalry, they were completely trapped in this city.

Zhang Dingguan saw it with his high-definition telescope. Grand Duke Alexander Nevsky of Novgorod was commanding his army to withdraw into the city and wanted to meet the European knights who had already withdrawn.

"My subordinates know!"

Soon, five Mongolian teams of a thousand men rushed out and massacred the retreating European knights.

These knights, armed with scimitars and wearing black armor, although the total weight of their armor is not as good as that of European knights, their defensive power is not much worse than theirs.

The ingenious design of the armor makes this set of armor comfortable to wear, not too bulky, and has strong defensive capabilities.

The weapons they used were far superior to those of the Europeans, and these retreating European knights were immediately severely hit by the Mongolian cavalry.

The army was demoralized, their commander was killed in battle! These knights had no desire to fight at all.

Every time the saber fell, it would take the life of a European knight. The Mongolian cavalry reaped the fruits of their labor mercilessly, not knowing what mercy was.

"Lord! Have mercy on your people!" Alexander Nevsky, who was watching the battle from a distance, closed his eyes helplessly. The outcome of the battle was beyond his imagination. He had thought about failure, but he had never thought that he would lose so miserably. It was not even a fair battle at all.

The casualties of the Western Expedition Army should be very, very small, and there might even be zero casualties. This was unacceptable to him!

However, if such a victory were to spread to the West, those Western monarchs would probably become even more nervous and more wary of Mongolia.

How can I win this battle? How can I resist this attack? Alexander Nevsky suddenly fell into a great despair.

"What about the other two armies? What were their results?" Zhang Dingguan turned around and asked.

"Reporting to the Crown Prince, one of the European mercenaries that came to attack us has been completely annihilated, with no one left alive.

The remaining peasant army has about 18,000 to 20,000 people, and they are now beginning to retreat. We are sending troops to hunt them down, and we estimate that they will be wiped out soon.

As for the Russians, the battle is still going on, but it should be over soon." The officer beside him said.

The enemy's combat effectiveness far exceeded their imagination. Their courage was commendable, but their actual combat effectiveness was ridiculously weak.

It was not much worse than some peasant armies. In the past, peasants only had forks, sickles and other weapons in their hands, not to mention decent armor, they didn't even have a decent weapon. This kind of army was just peasants who were temporarily dragged to the battlefield!
It should be no problem for that group of Russians to deal with the mercenary team of 2,000 people, but the battle has not yet ended.

But he looked at it from a distance and it seemed to be almost there!

"Get rid of all these enemies! Then start cleaning up the battlefield and report today's battle damage to me." Zhang Dingguan said.

Then he returned to his rear army tent. There was no need to look at the battlefield anymore. He already had a rough idea of ​​the combat effectiveness of these Western armies. If they were just like this, then they would be inferior to the Southern Song army.

He hadn't used the flying artifact yet! The weather here was changeable in winter, so he didn't use the hot air balloon troops, otherwise it would have caused a greater psychological blow to them.

The hot air balloon army is indeed very powerful, but there are indeed many limitations in its use. It cannot be used at night, and you must choose good weather. In bad weather, there is a risk of falling when flying up.

About an hour later, the war was completely over. Seven or eight thousand knights rushed out, but in the end there were less than a thousand people, and about seven hundred people retreated back to the city.

The peasant army that came out to attack suffered even worse. Basically, none of them returned. The Viking mercenaries and a group of elite Russian infantry were completely wiped out.

The Ross elite infantry were better off. They were civilians and were only imprisoned after being captured, not killed.

Because Zhang Dingguan handed all these people over to the grand dukes of Southern Russia to deal with themselves. After all, they were all Russians, and these people could still be subdued.

But the Vikings, Germanic miners and serfs suffered a miserable fate. They were basically killed completely, without a single survivor.

This time, nearly 20,000 enemy troops were killed or wounded, and the total number of casualties of the Western Expedition Army was less than 1,000, and most of them were casualties of the Ross army.

At Zhang Dingguan, the number of troops here did not even decrease. No matter which army they faced, they fought a beautiful battle. Only some unlucky guys accidentally fell off their horses and were killed by European knights.

After all, the enemy's and ours are not proportional at all.

At this time in the city of Novgod, the whole city was filled with negativity, despair and fear.

All the soldiers sat on the ground listlessly, with their weapons thrown aside at random, then looked up at the sky with despair written all over their faces.

This battle, this extremely cruel war, completely shattered all their confidence.

In the morning the priest blessed them, and all the knights, even the Grand Master, said mass in person.

We prayed for victory in this war, but the cruel consequences of the war were a heavy blow to us.

"Your Excellency Grand Duke Alexander, we, the Teutonic Knights, have thousands of knight squires and knight warriors. More than 20 knight masters who could be regarded as brothers with the grand master were killed in the battle. Even the grand master himself was killed in the battle. We had a lot of trouble to snatch his body back." A Teutonic Knights master sighed helplessly.

"Our Polish spearmen, as well as the German miners and some serfs from Prussia, were basically wiped out." The Polish commander sighed.

"From our Order of the Sword, only a few dozen people survived. The rest have all returned to God's arms." The Grand Master of the Order of the Sword said, covering his injured arm.

"The elite infantry squad we sent from Novgorod was also wiped out. None of these warriors came back alive." Alexander Nevsky said with a sigh.

"All those Viking mercenaries died in the battle. They played no role at all."

"This failure is all their fault. They didn't achieve the expected strategic goal at all." A knight of the Teutonic Knights said angrily. (End of this chapter)