I Am Louis XIV

   Chapter 335 The Battle of Kamnico (2)

  Trade between countries, even hundreds of years later, for an ordinary person, "Arms trade!" will be the first word that comes out of the mouth.

In Louis XIV's massive line from Paris to Slovenia, apart from his bed and bathtub, the armament was the real highlight. It occupies an important position—because the result of the white phosphorus bomb is terrible. When he was dealing with the dark wizard in Flanders, Louis tried it once. Anyone who saw it would have nightmares. So do wizards.

This made Louis more cautious about the use of white phosphorus bombs, and he hardly ever encountered such a killer, but in this battle, the first thing he thought of was white phosphorus bombs. Swords and arrows, even devils and beasts, are more feared, especially for infantrymen like Azapu, who rarely have solid armor to protect them.

What the white-skinned Azap infantry saw was a flash of white phosphorous bullets fired from a small cannon, bursting in the air, and when the white phosphorous burned in the air, it emitted intense light and smoke. It didn't look terrible, it was just like fireworks. It's just that all those who looked directly at the flames like this Azap infantry fell into a brief blindness. They screamed in horror. When the Christian soldiers on the side wanted to go up to fight, they were stopped in time by their superiors and brothers. .

The bluish white flowers bloom in the air, the petals are scattered, and the light is like snowflakes or ashes. Once they fall on a person, they will burn like crazy, and the white phosphorus bomb that once caused a huge lethality to the wizards is on the mortals. The body is even more invincible - this kind of fire cannot be extinguished by water, sand or cloth, and even those who dare to help the injured are also affected.

There were candles erected on the city wall, the fat and skin of human beings burned and crackled, screams and wailing resounded through the sky, and some gunners who fired white phosphorous bombs trembled, and had to be beaten by others who were more ruthless. Instead, they shot at the Azaps clinging to the siege vehicles, and a greater light enveloped the walls and bastions, even the Grand Vizier Ahmed could see them thousands of feet away.

   "Look," said Ahmed, "we remain as merciful as angels, yet our enemies show our soldiers what **** is."

   "They will go to hell," said the Grand Master.

   "After us," said Ahmed, "this is war, Grand Master, not worship."

   "There are some boundaries that can never be crossed," said the Grand Master.

Ahmed looked at him, and the wind blew the three-tailed flag beside him, as the white light from Kamnik cast wisps of shadows on his face and body, making him look like A half-man, half-devil monster.

   He crossed his hands and stroked his shoulders, bowed deeply to the Grand Master, and walked away.

   "He's panicking," Mosan said. "If we lose, we'll be severely punished, but no one can get past him - according to the law, he's going to be divided and killed."

   "You shouldn't be worried about your brother's death," said the Grand Master. "He really shouldn't have entered the Grand Vizier's tent without being called."

"My brother has been punished, but he must have seen something, heard something, and these are exactly what the Grand Vizier doesn't want us to know. Why doesn't he want us to know?" Mosan said. The tone was flat, but the headmaster frowned: "I will watch him."

The fire caused by white phosphorus is still burning. This kind of white phosphorus bomb, which is not simply researched and manufactured by craftsmen and scholars, can continue to burn for a longer time and can ignite more things. The charge of the Zap infantry, the morale of the Ottomans was demoralized, Ahmed returned to the tent, took off the machete from his body, and rubbed it repeatedly. At first glance, the ivory decoration on the handle looks like a flower, but at another glance, it is countless entangled ghosts.

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In the evening, countless torches were lit on the city walls of Kamnik, and craftsmen and soldiers sent cement and sand to the city walls through makeshift ramps, pulley cranes and buckets, and repaired those places damaged by Ottoman artillery overnight. Encountered a few small strands of minor harassment, but to no avail.

There are also sparks shaking on the Willikaplani Heights. In the army of this era, there are still many people who cannot see at night, but King Ludwig I of Poland has not only his soldiers, but also Louis. The fourteen dragoons, as well as the winged cavalry raised by the great nobles, add up to about 12,000 cavalrymen, and each of them is extremely strong, with eyes shining like wolves in the dark, and a few monks dressed up The sorcerer walked among them, constantly looking up at the sky.

   The weather has been sunny these days, but there will still be clouds, just not as heavy.

The wizards measured the direction and speed of the wind - something they often did when they were astrologers, but this time Ludwig I didn't need them to give any mysterious instructions, as long as the speed and direction of the wind could satisfy them. requirements.

The Polish winged cavalry was far away from a line of cavalry, and their attire was also very strange. They carried two small barrels on the back of their horses and carried bows and arrows on their backs. The breath emanating from these people made the horses restless and restless. Ludwig I once again looked at the people around him, especially the generals - he led the group of cavalry with small barrels and his own 2,000 guards to set out first, and the other teams followed the plan. Follow up or detour.

   Looking down from the sky, you can see that a huge cavalry team is slowly extending its tentacles like an octopus, and surrounds the Ottoman tent.

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A bonfire was also burning outside the tent, and a group of Cossacks pulled up their carriage line of defense—that is, the carriages were lined up as a protection for the camp. The camp was full of Cossacks, drinking wine and eating black barbecue. , squatting down and dancing, kicking and dancing, the dust raised can almost build a new fortress, although there are also people on duty, but they will also be rotated to drink.

   So everyone must be in a state of drunkenness before they completely quiet down.

A Cossack guard watches the camp where the voices are fading, a certain Cossack is singing, as if to praise the beautiful girl, the heroic warrior and the just and generous Grand Vizier, and the sultan of Istanbul , He was so absorbed that he almost ignored the stranger who was coming from the darkness.

   "Who?" he cried, and then he saw a Crimean Tatar on a horse.

  The Tartar was wearing a rough sheepskin coat, with a silk sash that did not match him hanging from his waist: "I'll exchange a musket, do you have it?"

  Because all the soldiers of the Sudan, except the three most important legions, prepared their own weapons and food, the Cossacks did not doubt, "What do you exchange for?"

The Tartar stopped about five feet from them and dropped the shackle, which made many crisp noises, and a Cossack picked it up and opened it, which contained two silver candlesticks, a plate, all colliding, and It was the holy artifact of the church, which must have been stolen or robbed by this Tatar from somewhere.

   A Cossack raised his musket beside him, but the Tatar shook his head, "That's not good." He said, "I want the French."

The    Cossack laughed: "Even those who beat the pot may not be exchanged for you."

The French musket not only has a long range and good accuracy, but its bayonet is still of the card sleeve type, rather than the socket type like other countries. Going directly from hot weapons to cold weapons, who doesn't want to have such a weapon, although there are enough pounds of silver here, it is still impossible to change to a French musket.

As for what the Cossacks said about knocking the pot, they meant that the soldiers in the Yenicheri regiment had no flags, or that the flags were the cauldrons they used to cook, and their regiment commanders were called soup spoons. The deputy commander is called the chef, and the captain is called the stove—they use the pot as a horn to attack, and when they plead for help, they also call their companions "the side of the pot", if they lose their own in battle. Pot, that Legion will lose all honor because of it.

  Although in the previous battle, they also captured some French weapons, but these must only be qualified to retain or exchange them for a personal regiment such as Jenicherry.

   "If it's Spanish or Austrian," said the Tatar, "I can't give you that much."

   At last they made a deal for a silver candlestick and a plate, and the Tartar took the musket and tried it in the air, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

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"See." The wizard said, the cavalry backed away from his glass ball, nodding, they still tried to avoid contact with these special people - wizards are servants of the devil, this concept is still quite in Europa Deep-rooted, but they also admit that with the help of the wizard, they can reduce a lot of difficulties and possible harm.

The Crimean Tatar - of course, he is just Anwo pretending to be, the Tatars are almost all mixed blood of locals and Huns, their faces have many similarities, Crimean Tatars and Polish The Tatars differed in that they mostly converted to the sect of the Ottoman Turks, so they often wore black toques, striped robes and open waistcoats.

It was a night owl who got out of Anwo's robe. The cavalry cast an admiring look at him. Anwo returned it to the wizard. The Tartars were not so afraid of the wizard. Their shaman It is quite respected in the tribe, and Anwo said that if he could afford it, his tribe would welcome wizards to settle in.

   "My owl can only get close to this distance." The wizard explained: "The Ottoman Grand Master should be in the camp."

   "I understand," said Ludwig I.

   He looked forward and silently extended his scepter finger.

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After the Crimean Tatar left, he briefly enjoyed the silver platter and silver candlestick. The Cossacks took up their instruments, jugs and weapons again, but they loved you during the musical cycle, a Cossack with a keen sense of hearing. Suddenly raised his head, and then others, no one was more familiar with the sound of hooves!

"enemy!"

   shouted a Cossack.

(They heard a lot of crackling noises as if something had been broken, the hooves of the horses roared past, and after throwing kegs of kerosene at the Cossacks' carriage, the cavalry drew arrows to the nearby A rub somewhere—the mixture of yellow phosphorus and red phosphorus burst into flames, and as soon as they turned around, they shot an arrow into the darkness. The flame on the arrow ignited the kerosene-stained wood or cowhide, and they glowed an ominous red. The light, whether the Cossacks used earth or water, could not be extinguished.

A part of the Cossacks immediately chased after them, and they found that this was happening in many places, it was not a nuisance, but a formal attack, although unexpected - the furs of beasts and birds emerged from the thick night Feather, that is the Polish winged cavalry.

  Ludwig I took the lead, and his son Count Henry, by the grace of Louis XIV, was by his side, and they passed row after row of winged cavalry.

There are many legends about the winged cavalry, but the more common theory is that the feathers they stood behind the saddle were to guard against the lassoes of the Huns - when the Huns of the Golden Horde fought against the Poles, they A knight who is often pulled off a horse with a harness.

However, as Ludwig I once observed, this statement may not be correct, but the noose of the Huns was also learned by the Winged cavalry of the Poles, who waved the rope with hooks and slammed into it. The crevice of the Cossack carriage was removed, and then with the help of the horse's pulling force and momentum, the shaky carriage could be pulled apart in one fell swoop.

As soon as one of the carriages disperses, there is a gap, and although the Cossacks gather to try to fight the uninvited guests, firstly, there are not many of them who can see freely in the dark, and secondly, there are more and more burning carriages. The more.

Once the winged cavalry who had pulled down the carriage succeeded, they immediately retreated to the sides, and even dropped the noose. Then, the sound of horse hooves rolled like summer thunder, and the following winged cavalry seemed to be a A sharp spear pierced straight into the center of the camp.

  The cavalry who had previously burned the Cossacks' chariots dispersed from their side and continued to set fire to the tent city. You can imagine what kind of scene this will be. There is fire everywhere, smoke is everywhere, and there is a dazzling haze everywhere. It seems that all you see is your companion. When you find the enemy, you are already dead, and someone is there. Crying, someone is roaring, the Ottomans are proud of the number of soldiers, and now they are also suffering from it.

More and more Ottomans were driven out of the tents, or simply burned to death in the tents, Ludwig I and his eldest son led the Polish nobles and Schlachtas to the left and right in the camp Suddenly, with amazing good luck and daring, a few wizards kept following them, lest they go in the wrong direction—it was entirely possible.

   Suddenly, a group of cavalry with bright armor and bright clothes appeared in front of them.

Someone shouted, "Mutferika!" But even if no one said Ludwig I could have guessed, the cavalry led by him glanced around, and also recognized the king and his son among the incoming enemies. He bowed to them, then drew the machete beside him.

   Earl Henry jumped out and fought with him.

   (end of this chapter)