Chapter Fifteen: Stand Firm Even in Death! (Fifth Update)

Among the 70,000 troops of the Franconia Empire, there were over 10,000 elite cuirassier cavalry and more than 6,000 remnants of the Franconian Royal Guard. Marshal Max, commander of this surviving honor legion, had no intention of deploying them in this battle. Against a force of peasant militias, the other main legions were more than sufficient. The Royal Guard had already suffered heavy losses, and sending them back home in such a state would be hard to justify. Besides, after the main legions unleashed two volleys of coordinated fire, the so-called noble coalition forces had crumbled decisively. Marshal Max did not believe the German Republic’s army would be any stronger than the nobles.

On the battlefield, Marshal Max committed all the artillery and over 30,000 regular infantry from the main force to the front line, intending to shatter these peasant militias in one decisive blow, just as they had done with the noble coalition.

In contrast, the German Republic displayed far greater audacity. Amathja himself appeared at the front, placing all 100,000 of the ordinary ethnic troops on the first line, arrayed in shallow-depth, broad formations. Fortunately, the battlefield was large enough to accommodate all 100,000 soldiers.

At a glance, the German Republic’s battle line stretched far wider than Franconia’s. The front rows were filled with ethnic soldiers armed with matchlock muskets, flanked and backed on both wings by over ten thousand pikemen each, stationed to hold off the Franconian cuirassiers. Whether these inexperienced pikemen could withstand the world-renowned cuirassier cavalry was a matter left to fate, even for Amathja.

Amathja did not expect the front 100,000 ethnic troops, whose morale seemed high, to secure victory. His true trump card lay in the second line: 100,000 German ethnic guards. To Amathja, the front line was mere cannon fodder, intended only to wear down the enemy.

With the thunderous roar of Franconian artillery, the decisive battle for the fate of the Islia Peninsula officially began.

Iron cannonballs zipped swiftly into the massive German formations. Due to their shallow depth, there were no instances where a single cannonball cut down multiple soldiers in a line. However, the shattered bodies unnerved the German soldiers. At this moment, the army’s orators played a vital role, continuously soothing the troops until the unrest subsided.

Had this bombardment been inflicted on the militias before their training, it would have been enough to send the Republic’s commanders to drink heavily!

Defying the cannon fire, the ethnic troops’ gazes hardened with renewed resolve.

Marshal Max, observing through his monocular, noted with quiet surprise that the opposing formation remained orderly without signs of chaos. These peasant militias were better trained than expected—far superior to those noble conscripts.

Naturally, Marshal Max did not expect to annihilate the enemy with the notoriously poor accuracy of artillery. Bombarding them all day would not kill many.

“Advance the troops. Use volley fire with muskets, rotating fire to suppress them,” Marshal Max calmly ordered the messenger.

Following the command, the Franconian Empire’s 30,000 troops on the front line formed into disciplined Morris squares. To the beat of the drums, they steadily pressed forward against the German Republic’s forces.

Within the Morris squares, 20,000 musketeers and 10,000 pikemen were arranged. The musketeers on both flanks marched ahead, while the pikemen formed the rear center. Multiple small Morris squares linked together to form a neat line advancing forward.

As they neared the enemy, the musketeers moved forward automatically, positioning themselves ahead of the pikemen to deliver firepower strikes.

“Ready, aim—fire!” The German Republic, adopting a defensive stance, unleashed the first volley. The advancing Franconian soldiers each lost two or three men per small square. The musketeers behind ignored their fallen comrades, quickly filling the gaps and continuing their advance without slowing. Upon command, they stopped, raised their muskets, aimed, and fired again.

The German Republic employed a six-stage volley fire system, while the Franconian Empire, relying on the faster reload speed of flintlock muskets over matchlocks, conducted a standard three-stage volley.

Smoke and gunfire enveloped the battlefield.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The Franconian regulars’ accuracy was clearly superior. After a volley, those ragtag militias dressed in civilian clothes and armed with matchlocks fell in droves.

One German soldier loading his musket was abruptly splattered with blood as a comrade next to him was shot through the head. Wiping the warm blood from his face, the soldier tearfully shouted, “Germany will prevail!” Trembling, he hurried to reload. Nervous beyond reason, he overloaded his musket powder and ended up blowing his own face apart.

From a vantage point overlooking the battlefield, it was clear that on the Franconian side, only a few men fell at a time from each small square and were quickly replaced. Conversely, the German Republic’s ranks fell in waves under the enemy’s precise volleys. The ethnic soldiers shouted as they stepped forward to fill the gaps.

A tragic yet heroic atmosphere permeated the German formations.

“Damn you to death...”

“Long live Amathja!”

“Germany will prevail!”...

Voices with various accents echoed among the German troops. Orators wielding command swords repeatedly issued fire orders, only to be silenced by enemy volleys.

As the exchange of fire dragged on, the German Republic’s lines could no longer replenish their losses. Gaping holes appeared everywhere; some sections even fell back—not because the army retreated, but because entire ranks had been wiped out with no one to replace them.

The Republic relied on sheer numbers, withdrawing battered infantry regiments to replace them with fresh troops, only to see them broken again.

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