I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 192: Vanguard Battle (Part )
"Damn it, how could these lowly Bagnian rubes react so quickly!?"

Colonel Thackeray, who was wearing a blue and white cloak, was very unhappy. What he saw through the telescope was that 500 meters away, rows of shield carts connected together in a crescent shape blocked the dragoons' way to the exit of the mountains.

The front of the shield car is a rectangular frame structure, about one and a half meters high and two meters wide. From observation, its main body should be made of wooden boards, but the outer shell is iron gray and is obviously wrapped in a layer of iron sheet.

Damn it, Colonel Thackeray hated this shield cart very much. Although it was not tall, it was enough to withstand the jumps and collisions of the warhorse under him. Not to mention the flintlock in his hand, even the light artillery he carried might not be able to do anything to it.

Moreover, because of the presence of these shield vehicles, Colonel Thackeray could not see clearly what was happening with the Bagnian country bumpkins behind him.

How to do?
Colonel Thackeray thought for a moment, then turned around and waved.

"Old cripple!"

As a Minissian captain rode forward on a black warhorse with his saber held upside down, Thackeray smelled the odor of tar mixed with horse manure... This old fox always liked to hide bottles of contraband in his saddlebags.

However, this time Colonel Thackeray needed the old captain to fight for his life, so he did not care too much about his violation of military discipline.

"Which rag does your hound need to tear?"

The old captain came to the colonel's side and knocked on the wooden prosthesis of his right leg with the back of his knife, and a hollow sound echoed from inside... This leg was chopped off by the halberd-wielding man when he was rescuing Colonel Sackri's father during the war with the Retalia Empire ten years ago.

Because of the loss of this leg, the old lame captain became the confidant of old Thackeray and the direct subordinate of Colonel Thackeray.

Colonel Thackeray handed the telescope to the old lame captain and pointed it at the shield vehicle ahead.

"Go get some Molotov cocktails. I need you to take some men to test the Iron Turtle. Don't charge head-on, but skirt around him. Test it with your flintlock rifles first, then throw in the Molotov cocktails.

Be careful, according to the intelligence from the Sea Dogs, Prince Chris's country bumpkins are equipped with a large number of flintlock rifles, don't get hit by their volleys."

Upon hearing this, the old lame captain burst into laughter.

"Haha, Colonel, you really care about me! Don't worry, my old legs aren't that useless!"

The old lame captain tapped his prosthetic limb with the back of his knife, making a hollow sound, with a confident smile on his face.

"Besides, can you trust Sea Dog's intelligence? What about everyone being equipped with flintlock rifles? If Prince Chris is so rich, why doesn't he use it to bribe the Republic's members?
As long as the money is in place, those country bumpkin masters will definitely not mind changing their masters."

Colonel Thackeray also laughed. In fact, he did not quite believe what Minisi Sea Hound had said, mainly because it was too absurd and not very logical.

But even though he was laughing, Colonel Thackeray still slapped the old lame captain's shoulder armor hard.

"Better be careful. They may not have any flintlock rifles, but they must have a lot of matchlock rifles because of the gift from the Bagnian 3rd Infantry Regiment."

"Got it… I should leave in twenty minutes."

The old cripple rode his horse back to the formation, and soon he leaped out with more than 30 dragoons, trotting towards the enemy formation in the dust and mist of abandoned farmland trampled by their horses' hooves.

Colonel Thackeray was also not idle. He also began to push forward with the remaining dragoons. At the same time, the five cannons at the back were dragged by their horses to a slope. After a slight adjustment, one cannon was fired for calibration.

……

Lin Ruoyu stood behind a shield vehicle, observing the enemy's movements through a telescope.

The enemy sent out a cavalry team of thirty men to encircle them from the flank, while the main force slowly advanced from the front, with artillery arrayed and ready to fire.

It was obvious that these dragoons were preparing to test the waters. This was also normal, as who would throw a bomb right at the start of a game of Landlord?

Lin Ruoyu thought for a moment and gave an order to the flag soldiers beside him.

"Notify the left wing that thirty enemy cavalry have circled behind us. Don't let them get close to the shield carts."

The flag bearer nodded, and he stood up, waving two small flags, one red and one blue, in his hands.

"Hey, kid, kid, the commander is calling you. He wants you to take the men out and drive away the cavalry that are flanking behind. Don't let them get close to the shield cart."

The little kid who was counting bullets with his head down was awakened. He raised his head in a daze and heard the orders conveyed by his friend beside him.

"Attack?"

"Yes."

"That's great... Raise my flag, brothers, follow us, form in pairs, and follow me!"

One hundred flintlock soldiers, with the players acting as grassroots officers, quickly walked out from the gaps in the shield carts, followed the flag of the 11th Company of Home Alone, and lined up in front of the shield carts.

Just as the formation was arranged, Home Alone heard a muffled sound coming from the distance, followed by something whizzing through the sky, with a sharp sound of wind, and slamming heavily into the mud in front of the shield car line of defense, bouncing forward in the splashing of mud and gravel, and no one knew where it rolled to.

"Fuck, you scared me!"

Home Alone quickly turned his head to look at the front of the crescent-shaped shield, which was to his right. He looked carefully and saw a series of obvious small pits.

The player holding the flag following behind him was a little scared.

"Kid, should we hide for a bit? If this cannon fires at us soon, we'll be as unlucky as bowling balls."

"Why are you so cowardly? They're attacking our main position. We can't withstand the shells from outside... Besides, the light cavalry in front is coming. How can we move rashly?

Shit, no more words, the enemy is charging at us…Everyone, get ready!!! First row, guns raised!”

Home Alone was looking nervously at the scattered and seemingly large group of cavalrymen who were already sprinting at high speed a hundred meters away and were rushing towards him. He held up the command knife in his hand so that the gunners on his left and right could see his movements.

After the enemy cavalry entered the range of 100 meters, the little ghost did not dare to wait any longer, because although the enemy cavalry were few, their movements of galloping at full speed were too scary. The sound of horse hooves was like three drums roaring, and the dull roar made people's hearts beat faster unconsciously.

Secondly, there are very few veteran gunners under his command, and most of them are new recruits. If he doesn't shoot now, they might shake their fingers and open fire directly later, causing a chain reaction.

"put!"

"Clap clap clap..."

"Second row, release!!!"

Through the wall of smoke formed by the volleys of gunpowder from two rows of flintlock musketeers, Home Alone saw the more than 30 cavalrymen. Only two of them fell down, while the others continued to charge.

There was no time to think about it, Home Alone shouted.

"Bayonets, dense formation!!!"

(End of this chapter)