Vol 5 Chapter 100: Great Battle (13)

The Danube River flows through the mountains. The river, which originates from the mountainous mountains of Germany, takes the bits and pieces left by the people of different nationalities in different places on the riverside, passes through the vast wilderness of Austria and Hungary, flows through the deep forests of Croatia and Bosnia, in After a long journey, it enters the delta of the Bucharest Plains with abundant waters, and then it will continue to flow eastwards, eventually injecting into the Black Sea.
At this time, no one has Yaxing because the river is so beautiful and lamented, so there will be no well-known handed down works to praise this big river flowing through more than a dozen countries.
It was on the river. A fleet of chilling locals was drifting down the Danube. Those big boats were full of intimidating pagans, when some local children on the river stood on the bank of the river because of curiosity. When looking at them, they are often hurried away by the family, and then immediately close the door. Only the huge fleet slowly drifts down the water.
A bloated Ottoman stood on the deck of a boat, and beside him, an artillery shone in the sun.
The Ottoman reached out and stroked the barrel that was a little hot because of the noon sun. His skin was whiter than most Ottomans, and the outline of his face looked more like a European in some places.
He wore a huge headscarf on his head, a ring of gemstones inlaid on the edge of the headband shone with colorful lights, his hand clenched with a carved ivory handle, and a pair of smart boots on his feet lightened from time to time on the deck Tap lightly, as if to beat a tune that no one can hear.
Looking at the villages along the coast with closed doors and windows, the Ottoman's eyes flashed with sarcasm. He attached his body and squinted in front of the artillery. Assuming that he was aiming, then his lips swelled, mimicking the explosion gently "Boom" sound.
A person walked quickly and stopped bowing behind this Ottoman: "Honorable Pasha, we are all ready. As long as you give an order, we can immediately enter the mouth of the Demwica River."
"That's great, that Xi Sugu has been delayed for too long. I even have a little doubt whether he can complete the mission in Sudan." The Ottoman known as Pasha complained a little and looked at the men behind him. Seeing that his originally clean white coat was covered with mud stains, a trace of disgust appeared on his face. "It seems that Xi Sugu is not very smooth. Is his enemy very powerful?"
"It's a bit troublesome, but I believe it should have been resolved by this time. As far as I know, before I came back, Xi Sugu had ordered his army to launch an attack along the river bank." The men thought for a while, and the corner of his mouth was not easily noticeable. He smiled and thought about the past disagreement between his governor and Xi Sugu, and he understood that the governor rarely seized such an opportunity to satirize the behavior of the favored general around the Sudan. "But his enemies are indeed not simple. It is said that Xi Sugu had already competed with that man in the Alger River before. Although the person was destined to fail if there was no reinforcements, it was said that the situation of Xi Sugu was not very good at the time.
"Yeah, that's really good news. I really want to meet that guy," the Ottoman laughed, and he asked with interest. "Tell me what Xi Sugu looks like, I think it must be very wonderful."
"However, for a proud person, it is always lucky to be able to compete with an enemy who rivals him than to be defeated by a stupid opponent."
Hearing such philosophical words from his men, the Ottoman burst into laughter again, but when he looked back at the river in front, his eyes slowly showed a sense of sensibility that was completely different from the smile he had just smiled.
"Do you think it's safe to enter the Dembovica?" Pasha asked his men without looking back.
"It depends on whether Xi Sugu has annihilated the enemy on the opposite side, at least they must have driven them away from the two fortresses along the river, so that they can siege those forts on the shore and at least one of them. We guarantee that our fleet will not be attacked. "
"So pray to give Xi Sugu a victory, at least this time I hope he can go smoothly." The Ottomans said and looked on the shore again. "It's not as good as a stream in the Mediterranean than the Danube, but it's more than the Danube The Vica River is like a gutter at the door. I hope that when we arrive, Xi Sugu has solved the problem for us. "
At this time, Xi Sugu was indeed solving the trouble, but it was not the trouble of the Ottoman navy governor, but his own.
When it was determined that the main force of the Montina army had gradually moved closer to the front of the front from the marshland, Xi Sugu decided to use his strength to launch a full-scale attack on the Montina army.
For Xi Sugu, victory is what he is ultimately pursuing, which makes him not deliberately pursuing an equal match with the enemy just to prove that he has a higher command art than the other party. When he has enough troops, he must It doesn't matter whether it seems so invincible, but will put all the power that can be used into it.
Now is the time when he thinks it's time to use all his power.
Crossing the swamp is very difficult for ordinary people, but for a heavily armed army, it is a too difficult task, not to mention the enemy.
The Ottoman infantry walked carefully with muddy muddy water. The complex terrain made them unable to maintain their formation. The soldiers sparsely and arduously advanced in groups of three or five. Very deep quagmire.
There are not many dry roads for the army to travel through, and most of them are too narrow to allow three people to advance side by side.
Many trees in the swamp are left with shrivelled trunks and bare branches because of years of erosion. From a distance, it looks like a skeleton with giant skinless skin.
Although it was noon, the steam from the sun above the head made the swamp look foggy, and it was not so clear when it was a little further away.
A guide stopped after passing through a dry willow forest. He gestured to the Ottoman officer who was next to him and pointed to the empty water outside the willow forest.
"Did you see that this is the most dangerous place in this swamp? There is a river below it."
"Below?" Officer Ottoman showed a puzzled look. "You said below this swamp?"
"I mean under our feet," the guide poked the quagmire in front of him with a wooden stick. The muddy water turned up a series of blisters. "Don't look at the front is like a piece of water under our feet. There is a deep place where the mud is rotten, If you accidentally walk in, you might get stuck and never get on again. "
The Ottomans licked their lips to reveal a trace of fear. They were used to galloping on the vast desert, and even the mountains of the Balkans were not so unacceptable. But the swamp in front of them was really scary, looking at the calm The water surface, imagining an invisible abyss below, made the Ottomans nervous.
"Follow me and watch the traces left by me," the guide said, greeting the Ottoman soldiers with bundles of wood sticks that followed him, and followed him. "Put those wood sticks on the ground as I said. Tell people in the back to be careful not to fall over, otherwise it will be troublesome. "
The Ottomans began to move on, and the officer behind the guide looked to both sides, shaking his head a little enviously.
Of course, the entire marshland cannot be the only place that can pass through, and most of the other roads that can pass are not dangerous. Perhaps the road is a bit difficult, but it is not so shocking.
It ’s just that if you want to attack the Montina position from the marshland, you must have a large enough front for the Ottomans to form a formation, and this Ottomans are obviously very unlucky, because there is more than one piece in front of them. Swamp, and there is an artillery position that is small enough to pose a threat to them.
With 11 artillery pieces, this is the maximum amount that Compati can collect in Bucharest.
Although only four of these artillery were barely still heavy, the others were all small artillery that was not much larger than the eagle.
These artillery pieces were mounted on low box cars driven by wooden wheels. When they were pushed into the water, the wooden wheels were pulled out, and the buoyancy made the wooden box cars instantly turn into small boats. The soldiers or Pushing and pulling will pull these "boats" towards the position.
Gompati was not very satisfied with his achievements. He also knew that it was because of this that Alexander did not place the artillery on the flank, or that direction is now the real front of the battlefield, but was placed on the marshland near his side. A relatively dry area.
Although the feet still felt muddy, at least compared with the Genoese who had their feet drenched in the water and waiting for the Ottomans, Gompati's artillery was already enviable enough.
However, despite the artillery, Kompatti was not relieved. According to Alexander ’s order, he was responsible for directing the defense of the marshland. According to what they knew, the opposite Ottoman army clearly had the ability to attack both the flank and the marshland troops.
Whether Genoese troops can withstand the offensive only, this makes Gompati very worried.
In addition to the worries about the comparison of military strength, those "heavy artillery pieces" were also the reasons why Gumpati was distracted.
The guns were removed from the "Victory Monument" in Bucharest.
After some random searches across the city, I accidentally heard that the artillery that had participated in the first battle of Bucharest was sent to those along the river castle and Dembuvica. Gompati was frustrated from the beginning. Thought of other ways.
He immediately traveled all over the city again and listened everywhere, finally letting him know that some artillery that had participated in that glorious battle was regarded as a hero or even a sacred object to resist the pagans. After being sent to Dembuica, it will also become a treasure in Bucharest church, so Comparti took people to move around the city, finally letting him find several doors in several churches, although he had no pains. Rusty, but still can be seen vaguely the bronze guns of that year.
Although the subsequent process of obtaining these artillery was not smooth, after the resentment of having to abandon all artillery after the defensive battle on the Mures River, Gompati finally reconstituted his artillery unit.
It's just that the "heavy artillery" seemed to make him a little worried. Although after removing the rusty petals, he found that two of the artillery were actually made in Milan, but because of the age, he still had to worry about whether they were Can undertake the next heavy task.
The middle of the swamp is lower than other places. Perhaps because of this, the muddy water pools that have been silting up all the year round cannot be discharged, and as the soil corrodes, it finally forms a bottomless abyss.
It's just that this abyss is hidden under muddy muddy water, but this is even more dangerous and terrifying.
There were few trees in that place, and from afar it was bare and only the curling water vapor floated on the turbid water.
Gompatti looked at the artillery that was not far away. It was a weird artillery. It was small but had a long barrel. What was even stranger was that the barrel of this artillery was trumpet.
Even when people have cleaned up the marks on the artillery, Gompati can be sure that the muzzle of the artillery was not formed because of the failure of the process when it was manufactured, but the manufacturer did indeed want to make a horn style, because He saw a clear pattern carved along the direction of the open trumpet on the muzzle.
This made Gompati start to feel strange, and then he suddenly understood the role of this artillery.
Like the one he once used against the Venetians in Pisa, this is actually a cannon used to shoot shotguns!
It's just that this artillery is designed with more ingenuity. If you look closely, you will find that the caliber of this gun's barrel is not consistent, but the caliber is more toward the muzzle. When it comes to the muzzle, it is cast directly. The open trumpet ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This made Gompati more certain that this artillery was specifically used to deal with densely formed infantry. Gompati had a strong interest in this gun, he was very interested to know Who designed this artillery, but the pressing situation made him have no time to carefully remove those rust spots on the body of the gun, except for clearing the barrel of the artillery as soon as possible, so he could not see the etched text on the barrel.
A sharp copper trumpet sounded through the wet swamp, and Gumpatti stood up. He saw that the Genoese on the left side of the position were a little confused, or that they were finally glad to stop soaking in the water, and soon The Genoese moved forward from where they stayed.
However, according to Gompati's previous orders, the Genoese Swordsmen stopped short of advancing.
"Unfortunately, you can't use crossbow arrows." Gompati whispered in the damp air. The muddy terrain was not good for the offense, but it also restricted the play of the Genoa crossbow, but looking at the opposite country, Gompati patted. The weird artillery next to it "but it's not bad here."
As his words fell, a vague figure appeared across the swamp.
The Ottomans' full-scale offense began.