The strange melodies of music drifted across the open field in front of them to the ears of the Montina soldiers who were hiding behind the fortifications, which made some of the Montina soldiers feel a little ignorant.

Most of them were Balkans and Genoese soldiers, and they didn't know how they could hear music on the battlefield, but it wasn't too surprising to some of the soldiers who had been the defenders of Fort Nuevo Montina.

As for the Agri musketeers, many people craned their necks curiously to look at the other side, because they found that although the tune was obviously not the music they were familiar with, this form of music that appeared on the battlefield reminded many people of the days when they were once dominated by a certain familiar military music that was about to vomit.

The Ottoman tribal infantry was getting closer and closer, and some of the soldiers began to get agitated because of nervousness, but then they were spotted by the patrolling military cao, and under the loud shouts and warnings, the soldiers gradually stabilized, and at the same time, accompanied by the dense drumming from their own positions, they saw the soldiers in crimson uniforms walking out of the spear formation with neat steps.

Rows of muskets stood in front of the phalanx like short bushes, and the sword and shield men heard the order from their respective officers to prepare to march forward.

The Ottomans had crossed the open field on both sides as the middle line, and the alien faces on the opposite side were already becoming more and more visible, and soon the enemy on the opposite side would rush towards them, and a bloody battle would begin between themselves and the unfamiliar ones.

Some people tense their lips nervously, while others clutch the weapons in their hands so that their knuckles turn white and hurt.

An unfamiliar shout came from the opposite ranks, and then they saw the Ottomans on the opposite side, who had been slowly advancing, quicken their pace, and as they ran faster and faster, the entire row of enemies at the front raised their scimitars, which were dazzling in the sunlight.

The first wave of the offensive has finally begun!

The mound on which Alexander was standing was so high that he could clearly see almost the entire battlefield, except for the right flank, which he had been paying attention to, where a high slope of the ridge blocked the view, and he could easily observe most of the battle line.

From the mound, Alexander could clearly see that the Ottoman infantry was attacking from the right of the center of the line, and when the clear shouts of killing suddenly sounded, the Montina soldiers realized that the Ottomans were so close to him.

Alexander did not know which part of the enemy was attacking him, but based on the formation of the enemy, he guessed that the enemy in front of him should be at least about 10,000 men, especially when he noticed a large cloud of smoke rising from the left flank of the enemy line, he was sure that it should be the enemy's Anatolian light cavalry.

Seeing the smoke and dust raised by the light cavalry, Alexander secretly worried about the number of this cavalry, and Alexander's heart was slightly heavy.

He didn't know much about the details of the Ottoman army, and even didn't know as much about his enemies as he did, so Alexander's heart tightened when he saw a group of Ottoman infantry shouting and rushing towards the position.

The new Ottoman army was so famous that Alexander was instinctively a little nervous about this prestigious army.

The infantry bravely flocked to the Montina position, and though they saw what seemed to be a number of trenches and deer on the road, they did not care.

The soldiers shouted and rushed at the enemy, believing that although the enemy was timidly hiding behind the fortifications that had been built, the rudimentary fortifications would not protect them as long as they rushed in front of the enemy.

The ditches and deer were stretched in front of them, and the Ottomans roared as some jumped down and climbed up, while the soldiers who were blocked by the deer pushed or climbed over the obstacles in front of them.

For a moment, the Ottoman charge seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment.

Just then, Osman heard an unfamiliar command.

An Ottoman veteran who had just boarded a deer on one leg was accustomed to lunging forward, and he didn't know what he was hearing, but years of experience had taught him that it was never a good thing.

It turned out that the old soldier was right, and before he could fall to the ground, the sudden roar from the opposite side had just vibrated his eardrums, and the whistling sound of the projectile tearing through the air had already resounded from the top of his head.

The Ottoman soldiers who climbed up the deer and jumped over the trench were instantly screamed by the oncoming fire, some of them suddenly had a few more blood holes in their bodies and fell into the ditch, while others screamed and fell on the deer after being shot.

The first soldier to cross the obstacle became an obvious target, and before they could see clearly from the smoke of the first gunfire, another projectile pierced through the smoke and covered the face in the midst of the rapid gunfire.

The charging Ottomans screamed at the barrage of fire and tried to rush through the obstacles, but the intertwined ravines not only prevented them from advancing in front of the enemy with only one charge, but also became a slaughterhouse for them.

Dense! The fire was so dense that even seasoned veterans had never seen before that they were so bullets flying in front of them that the bullets were whistling at their ranks, so that the corpses of soldiers who could not get past the obstacles in front of them had already fallen in front of the trenches and deer.

The tribal infantry were stopped, unable to jump over the obstacles and had to try to bypass the terrible area in front of them, trying to find a place to break through from elsewhere.

For a while, several teams that had already opened up the formation gradually gathered towards several gaps between the trenches.

"I see."

An Ottoman general with a large war horse under his crotch and ornate armor looked at the battle in the distance and whispered to himself, and as the horsetail in his hand swayed slightly, he pointed to the tribal armies that were slowly gathering.

"Let them stop," the Ottoman general ordered, and then his thin bearded cheeks twitched slightly, as if a smile appeared to rise "I know what to do." ”

At the same time, Alexander, who was standing on the high slope, was also looking at the tribal infantry who were gradually gathering towards several gaps, but there was a trace of helplessness on his face at this time, and then he let out a sigh that was not easy for others to detect.

Alexander knew that he had missed a good opportunity, and at this time when the enemy was concentrating his forces in search of a breakthrough due to the blockade of fire, a few cannons would be devastating for the enemy in front of him.

Even with just a few pieces of artillery, when a flowering projectile that can inflict heavy damage falls on a crowded enemy, the terrible casualties and great deterrence are enough to shake the will to fight to destroy these enemies.

But now that he didn't have such firepower, the only thing he could do was to rely on the Agri musketeers deployed in the position to fire intensively at the gaps, in order to inflict maximum damage on the enemy.

But the Ottomans did not seem to be in a hurry to attack, and they squeezed in front of the gap behind the obstacles, but never advanced into the gap, which made Alexander feel a little uneasy in his doubts.

The enemy's intention to break through his position from the front was obvious, but he was not sure where the enemy was going to focus his attack, or if the enemy was preparing to attack his flanks with cavalry.

Alexander ordered to tighten the vigilance on both flanks while looking across through the smoke of gunpowder wafting across the position.

At this moment, he saw a gray line slowly approaching behind the enemy.

"What's that?"

One of the attendants asked suspiciously, pointing to the gray shadow in the distance, but after a slight pause, a hint of fear suddenly flashed in the attendant's eyes.

"Is that Muserim?"

Alexander muttered to himself, although he had heard of this army for a long time, but he really knew more or less about this elite army among the Ottomans, and he had heard about it from the Balkans.

Like the traditional European knightly class, the Ottoman Empire also had its own knightly class, the so-called Sipahi class.

These warriors, like the European knights, formed the elite of the Ottoman army, and at one time Europeans often fled to the desert when they saw the Sipahi knights who appeared on the battlefield.

But if Sipahi is a nightmare for Europeans, then Muserim is the demon that scares the whole of Europe.

This is an army that has taken cruelty and cold-bloodedness to the extreme, and it is arguably the most feared army of Europeans outside of the Ottoman new army.

All Muserim were made up of soldiers from the conquered lands, but unlike the new army, they were not the Sultan's own army, and they were not really Ottoman troops, so if they had to be given an identity, it might be more appropriate to say that they were "military slaves".

The only way out for Muserim was to gain his freedom through military exploits, which was why the army's desire for victory was stronger than any other army, and their treatment of their enemies and captives was more ruthless and brutal.

In order to reduce the obstruction, they never left prisoners, and wherever Muserim came to fruition, all that was left was death.

A tall gray hood with a long tassel is characteristic of the Muserim, and when the wind blows, the long tassel flutters with the wind, like the wings of death, and the Muserim swoops in the face as he flocks towards the enemy's position.

The whole group marched silently like a layer of gray soldiers, and the tribal infantry involuntarily made way for them, and when they lined up in front of those gaps, the oppressive silence moved even the soldiers of the nearby tribes.

A light-haired officer took the flag from the flagbearer beside him and carried it over his shoulder, and then he picked up the horn hanging from his waist and blew it vigorously.

The sound of the trumpet caused a commotion from Muserim's troops, and like a large gray snake swimming, Muserim began to advance towards the Montina line.

"Order the musketeers to retreat behind the fortifications," Alexander ordered the men around him, and from the very beginning he was ready to rely on the fortifications to fight the enemy, for which he had ordered the whole army to dig the fortifications.

The musketeers began to retreat, their spears and shields obscuring their figures, and the Balkans, who had been waiting impatiently, finally heard the signal they had been waiting for.

"It's about to begin." Pannone flicked his wrist excitedly, then wrapped the leather rope at the end of the axe around his wrist.

The Balkans roared, many of them armed with spears and scimitars, but many more with traditional Balkan axes.

Shields are rarely seen among the Balkans, and for them it is the non-stop attack that is the real tough guy.

On the opposite side, the gray Muserim army advanced silently, although their formation gradually became chaotic because of one obstacle after another, but the oncoming oppression still made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"The second best of the Ottoman army after the new army," Alexander said silently as he saw the pennant already raised in front of the phalanx below, and before the flag was waved, his gaze cast to the gray shadow opposite.

One of the most intensive shots of the Agri musketeers began.

Because they had retreated to the fortifications, this time all the musketeers were lined up in the first line as much as possible, and the dense fire formed a smoke screen in front of the Montina line in an instant, so that except for Alexander and the men standing on the heights, the whole line could not see the enemy on the opposite side.

What is surprising is that with the sound of gunfire, although there were gaps in the gray team because of someone being shot, the whole team did not have any confusion, not even stopped.

On the contrary, the sound of the gunshot seemed to wake up a terrible monster, and those Muserim, who had been silent until now, suddenly burst out with a crazy roar!

At the same time, they began to increase their pace, and as they ran faster and faster, a patch of gray shadows rushed towards the Montina line!

"Heretics!"

Shouts also sounded on the positions, and almost before the signal to attack sounded, a figure had already jumped on the position of the Balkan regiment, and with the roar, a large number of hand axes were already waving in the harsh sunlight.

A hand-to-hand battle began.

The gray torrent of Muserim poured towards the center of Montina's position to the right, and at the same time the Ottoman army that followed closely behind began to move slowly but orderly towards the right flank of the entire front.

By this time, Alexander, who had been speculating about the enemy's movements, finally determined that the direction of the Ottoman attack was the junction between the center of the line and the right flank.

It was a slightly unsafe part of the entire defensive line, and it was precisely because he had guessed that the enemy might break through from here that Alexander placed the Balkan regiment here.

"Looks like the judgment was right." Looking at the oncoming gray torrent, Alexander breathed a sigh of relief, and the next thing he had to do was to withstand the first wave of the Ottomans' attack.

On the other side, a smile slowly appeared on the face of the Ottoman commander, who was also closely watching the movement of the battlefield.

"Sure enough, as expected," the horsetail in the commander's hand was raised again and pointed in one direction, "and now it's time to attack." ”

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