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Chapter 213 Head-on Collision (Part 1)

"For the King and the Sea!!!"

The dragoons roared hoarsely, their sabers drawing pale arcs in the sunlight. Their warhorses, foaming at the mouth, trampled the weeds and bits of oats in the abandoned farmland, compacting the soil.

Colonel Sacrifice arched his back into a full moon, leaned forward at a 45-degree angle, his waist and the horse's back forming the same arc, and raised his saber forward with the tip pointing forward, assuming a standard cavalry charge posture, charging at the very front of the entire company.

"Charge, brothers, follow me!!!"

Zakri roared, inspiring his subordinates with his actions and words. Even as shells whizzed past his head, he remained unshaken, his fighting spirit as firm as steel... However, this was only in his will; his body remained unchanged.

Three dragoons on the right flank of the cavalry's wall-like charge formation were suddenly blown to smithereens along with their horses... It was a damned siege cannonball fired from a heavy shell; the spinning, bouncing shell crushed them, horse and all, from head to tail.

Zakri looked back and his eyes widened in horror. He instantly realized that the enemy's artillery accuracy was beyond his expectations. Even a cavalry charge at high speed would be accurately hit by the shells.

Should we spread out to reduce losses?

Do not!
Sacrifice rejected the idea, not only because the enemy artillery was only 1.5 kilometers away, and maintaining its current dense formation, it would only take two minutes to rush over.

Furthermore, a kilometer away, a group of heavily armored cavalry, half the size of theirs, was already trotting towards them.

While the artillery barrage was indeed terrifying, it was impossible for them to defeat three hundred dragoons with artillery in just two minutes, so it was nothing to fear.

However, the heavy cavalry were able to rout their ranks after a single charge.

Zakri could tell from the reflection of their armor and the movement of the cavalry group that the enemy cavalry were a group of classical heavy cavalry.

Although his own dragoons had a numerical advantage, if they broke up and charged into the enemy, they would only suffer a crushing defeat.

To defeat classical heavy cavalry, dragoons equipped with flintlock muskets and sabers could only do so by maintaining a dense formation and utilizing local numerical superiority.

At the same time, he also felt that the enemy was a bunch of lunatics. The cavalry was about to charge each other, and the artillery still dared to fire in this direction!
When the two cavalry units charged at each other, they came closer than expected. After only about twenty seconds, Zakri could see the strange fish-scale armor of the heavy cavalrymen, their peculiar demon-face reliefs gleaming with a cold steel light in the sunlight.

The strange spears in their hands were laid flat, their sword-shaped tips gleaming with a deadly cold light in the sunlight.

"Draw your gun and fire!"

The distance between the two cavalry units had shrunk to less than a hundred meters. Zakri drew his flintlock pistol from his waist with his left hand. From the dense scraping sound behind him, he could sense that the cavalry behind him were also making the same preparations.

Zakri pulled the trigger, and the roar of more than a hundred flintlock pistols firing simultaneously even drowned out the distant cannon fire. In the rapidly dissipating smoke, he saw several enemy heavy cavalrymen in the front ranks fall from their horses as if struck by an invisible hand.

But this was not enough to stop the charge. The two cavalry units collided like two torrents of steel, crashing together with a deafening roar. Zakri's horse leaped up, and he roared, brandishing his saber with all his might. However, the principle of "an inch longer, an inch stronger" also applies in a mounted charge.

Therefore, before the colonel's saber could strike anything, a lance grazed the tip of his blade and viciously stabbed into his breastplate, causing Zachary to feel a dizzying sensation.

The loud clang of metal striking metal echoed in his chest. When he came to his senses, he found himself hanging on the tip of an enemy's gun.

……

Chris looked at the battlefield and saw the hundred heavy cavalrymen of the players on both sides easily smashing the enemy's dragoons like hammers hitting daggers. He nodded in satisfaction and stopped paying attention to the battlefield on the flanks.

Dragoons were essentially mounted infantry who used muzzle-loading muskets. Their knights might be highly skilled, but the tactics and equipment they used determined that they were not professional cavalry.

If they were to clash with classical heavy cavalry, even if these dragoons used the wall-riding tactic, which has left a strong mark on cavalry history books, they would still be no match for the former... simply because they were all players, and elite veteran players who could easily take on five opponents at once.

The flanks were unaffected, but the shelling from the front continued.

By this time, the siege artillery had already bombarded the Minesian formation five times, and one of their three infantry squares of a thousand men collapsed under the concentrated fire of ten cannons.

Chris shifted his gaze from the battlefield to the Minisian infantry square in front of him.

The smoke from the artillery fire, like a gray tide, enveloped the entire battlefield in chaos. He saw the Miniese soldiers' formations begin to crumble under the bombardment, their flags teetering on the brink of collapse, and their shouts drowned out by the cannon fire, replaced by terrified screams and painful groans.

The infantry phalanx did not suffer heavy casualties; at most, about two hundred men were crushed or smashed. However, it was clear that their fighting spirit had weakened considerably compared to the previous day.

In the Battle of the Ridge, the Minisians fought the players all night long, with three waves of guards taking turns. The blood flowing from the corpses stained the ridge red. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the players, who were even more frenzied and didn't care about casualties, finally achieved victory.

This shows that these Minisians have the characteristics of sea outlaws; they will never give up until the very end.

However, Chris's voluntary withdrawal clearly prevented them from gaining the boost of a "do-or-die" mentality.

The casualties, which were only a little over 20%, made them scream and run away, and they ran to both sides of the battlefield.

Well, Chris deliberately gave up space to escape, and with his numerous artillery pieces that could fire at long range and at high speed, many of the Minisians realized that while victory was slim, they still had hope of escaping... and their minds immediately started to race.

Chris wasn't sure if the distraught Minisians could actually escape the battlefield. If they ran earlier, they would definitely be able to escape successfully, but if they ran later, it was hard to say.

(End of this chapter)