I Am Louis XIV

"Let's go!" shouted Ludwig I.

In the camp with tens of thousands of people, in the darkness and in the fire, they marched forward bravely. Even Ludwig I or the wizards around them didn't know whether they could survive. It was too chaotic here. Everyone gritted their teeth until they almost broke, brandished their swords, shouted wildly, and gathered together as much as possible - in this case, being alone meant death, but the Ottomans were also there Constantly impacting them, like a river impacting the rocks, some people fell off their horses, some died, and some disappeared.

The wizards followed Ludwig I closely. They had one sharp weapon, which was purified kerosene and gunpowder. Sometimes they would light the fuse and swing the keg to make it fly in the air. If they land very far away, then the roaring Ottomans will head towards the place where the fire started. Sometimes they are used on their enemies. No one will not be afraid of this kind of fire that seems to be drawn directly from hell—— It cannot be extinguished. The Ottomans had already tasted the pain of this flame in siege battles earlier, and even the bravest warriors could not help but want to avoid it.

They had met Mutefirika before, which showed that they were not far from the center of the camp. When he heard the sound of banging the cauldron, Ludwig I was not so surprised - he and the Ottoman Turks The people's commander-in-chief, Grand Vizier Ahmed, faced each other in the distance, separated by a Yenicheri legion. Each soldier of this legion wore a big white hat - they rarely went into battle directly, only during battles. The decisive moment appears to give the tenacious enemy the final blow. They had not gone through a siege battle and were full of energy. Because they had abundant food, they never suffered from night blindness. The Sultan and the Grand Vizier always gave them the best equipment and instruments. They held the weapons in their hands. They all have the latest muskets, and they are in the same shooting posture that Louis XIV once assumed in the Flanders War. Although most of them are infantry, they are more troublesome than a cavalry team.

The hussars rushed towards them, with loud gunfire, the horses and the knights fell. Between the tent and the dust, the occasional flash of flames illuminated the face of Ludwig I. He gave instructions in Polish, and the hussars The sound of hooves rumbled, and they patrolled repeatedly, looking for gaps in the military formation. They also held muskets and fought sporadically with the soldiers of the Yenicheri Legion. But it was obvious that the Yenicherry lived up to its reputation. They had a will as strong as steel. Even if their companions die right next to them, their beards will not tremble easily.

Accompanied by increasingly louder calls from the surrounding area, the soldiers of the Jenichery Corps even threw torches from the military formation, revealing the enemies confronting them. The surrounding Sipachi cavalry issued familiar calls to the Ottomans. , they were annihilating those enemies who were completely respectable in terms of courage. The Grand Vizier made a gesture asking them to surrender. An entourage in yellow clothes beside him was galloping towards them - he was Messenger of Ahmed.

King Ludwig I looked motionless. He took off a long bow from behind, nocked an arrow, and shot the yellow-clothed entourage to death with one arrow.

Before Ahmed could change his color, he suddenly heard loud shouts. All the hussars and dragoons standing behind Ludwig I were shouting with honor, and they urged their horses. , obviously intending to launch a heroic attack. ,

King Ludwig I listened to the ridiculous "Cornvo! Convao! Convo!!" while rushing forward without fear. Behind him was the torrent of steel, feathers and furs, the Janissary Army. The sound of the pot also sounded urgently, urging and encouraging, but at this moment, those small barrels that once destroyed the Cossack carriage array appeared again, with just the last bit of gunpowder, and the fire light burst out, The defense line that the Ottomans thought was absolutely impenetrable opened up with a bloody opening.

"Cornwall!" Ludwig I shouted hoarsely. The Grand Vizier's tent stood on a low hill, hundreds of feet away from him. This distance was so close and so far away. From afar, the soldiers of the Yenicherry Corps rushed forward like crazy, even using their own bodies to block the horses' hooves, but Ludwig I's eyes were only fixed on the man in the robe.

He didn't even notice that the number of wizards around him was decreasing.

"Devil!" A group of priests blocked the wizards, and the French wizards showed sarcastic smiles: "Who? You?" Who doesn't know whom? Tracing back to their roots, all extraordinary people come from the same lineage. The history of wizards is earlier than God or Jesus, and earlier than their gods. But at this time, no one wants to care about this kind of thing that can never be explained clearly. Just like the soldiers around them, they strangled each other without hesitation.

What surprised the Ottomans was that they were unable to fight against these devils - these wizards were carefully selected by Louis XIV. The Sultan of Ottoman Turkey originally decided to execute all male wizards, leaving female wizards to reproduce for him Children with extraordinary abilities are naturally destined not to trust them - it is difficult for them to have direct access to the documents and files left by wizards, and of course they cannot learn any powerful magic. Almost all the spells they use now are based on It was slowly figured out from the scriptures... Of course, to them, this was divine magic, but how could the Sultan allow them to master magic that was too dangerous?

"This is blasphemy!" Mosangao shouted. Although the Grand Priest had said before that these pagans had made a deal with the devil, he had to believe it until now - a mortal actually kept all kings secret. The inhuman power has introduced war in the secular world. Isn't he afraid of it? Isn't it painful? How does earthly glory compare with the light of heaven? He fell to the ground, trembling all over, his limbs paralyzed by the devil's curse, and only his throat could still make sounds.

"Whatever you say," a wizard said. He picked up a machete from the side and wiped Mo Sang's neck open.

Mo Sang tried to grasp the wound. As a descendant of a wizard, he had tenacious vitality, but the blood took away his magic power, and his gods did not come to him or kill his enemies with thunder. ——As an Ottoman priest, how pathetic he is, because he is not as pious as other priests, and does not fully believe that there will be countless virgins waiting for him in heaven. He, like Grand Vizier Ahmed, His ambition for power cost him his younger brother's life.

Someone stepped on him, but he no longer felt the pain. His eyes were dimming rapidly. No one knew whether he regretted it. Such a small person almost ruined the great imam's love for Ahmed. trust, but now he can't do anything.

One hundred feet.

This was the last distance between Ludwig I and Grand Vizier Ahmed, which is unimaginable. However, between him and Ahmed, there were soldiers of the Jenichery Legion who were as solid as a city wall. , they are the strongest and fearless among all the soldiers, and there are only dozens of people left around Ludwig.

Ludwig I pulled out the musket from his chest - a gift from Louis XIV. He pressed the trigger without igniting the gunpowder, and a dazzling light flashed from the muzzle - and then again , again, five times in a row!

Appearing for the first time on this battlefield, bullets that were not round, but conical, roared out of the barrel. From a distance of a hundred feet, Ludwig I could almost guarantee that every shot would hit.

Can he succeed?

He didn't know that thunder, brighter than gunfire, suddenly burst out from the Grand Imam's hands. They leaped into the air, then penetrated into the ground, and intertwined in front of the Grand Vizier Ahmed, forming a sheet so bright that the entire battlefield could be seen. The white fine net that arrived, the bullet hit it, countless blue light arcs jumped like crazy fish in the net, the beard of the Grand Priest emitted a burnt smell, and the hair and hats of everyone around him The feathers on his body and the fur on his body stood on end.

"This is King Ludwig I of Poland!" Ahmed said. "Keep him here! Grand Patriarch, capture him!"

The Grand Priest just looked at him indifferently: "I have made enough concessions." He said, the current disappeared, and he took a step back. The Grand Imam's meaning was clear. He had just summoned the thunder because he could not watch Ahmed being killed by a heretic, but he would not interfere in mortal wars unless the other party was a devil or one of their followers.

Ahmed had no choice but to turn his attention to the nearest attendant in yellow, but before he could give the order, there was a louder sound and fire, and several teams flew from all over the camp to meet Ludwig I. Converging, like streams gathering into a big river, the Ottomans who originally wanted to surround them suddenly suffered a blow no less than before in other places. The camp was once again in chaos, soldiers trampled on each other, and tents were dragged down and burning.

Ludwig I had already found the nearest gap under the call for reinforcements and led his knights to rush out.

Ludwig I finally settled down after seeing the familiar flag of blue and gold lilies. His son Count Henry had already returned to him when he was still in a stalemate with the Ottomans, but he was inevitably scarred and his face was covered with soot. , less than half of the 12,000 cavalry he brought out finally gathered around him, and Ludwig I was too tired to speak.

Earl Henry quickly supported his father and put him in the carriage. This battle was nominally to kill Grand Vizier Ahmed, but even Leopold I, who proposed this goal, did not I feel that it can really become a reality-killing their commander in a camp of hundreds of thousands of people, unless the archangel Gabriel throws thunder to destroy the Ottoman camp like Sodom. It can even be said that Lu It was enough for them to be surprised that Derwig I could rush in front of Ahmed.

No one could fault the King of Poland, unless he thought he could go before Grand Vizier Ahmed.

Twelve thousand people were able to keep half of them. Ludwig I also wanted to thank Louis XIV. Louis XIV gave this family more than just canned peaches. He completed his work outstandingly and beyond expectations. The next step is Others are distressed.

Speaking of which, their pressure may not be as difficult to cope with as they imagined. Camnico is now a huge city. Venetian businessmen are driven by money and continue to use Italian volcanic ash (the main material of cement). ) were sent to Slovenia; at the same time, through Switzerland, merchants from all over France sent an endless stream of supplies that could keep them going until the winter. In contrast, the huge number of the Ottoman army made it impossible for them to carry out any protracted war unless they plundered the surrounding areas - but in the surrounding areas, except for those places that were either willing to obey orders and clear the country, almost all villages and towns had been cleaned by them once.

Wait, if Ahmed is willing, he can still turn to Upper Hungary. The problem is that Upper Hungary belongs to the Prince of Transylvania, which is their most powerful arm and springboard.

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The Ottomans who were killed by Ludwig I's hussars and dragoons may not have panicked in the night and flames, trampled on each other, fought with each other, escaped, died or disappeared for various inexplicable reasons. One tenth of a soldier.

Grand Vizier Ahmed even had the urge to execute one or two legion commanders, but he knew that this would not help, not to mention that it was not their fault. The three legions had fulfilled their duties, and the peripheral Those Azap, Tatars or Cossacks, etc., you can't expect them to have such a tenacious will, strong body and calm mind. The Grand Vizier is not stingy when using them. Is it possible? Isn't it because they have little value?

Moreover, those Christians not only had muskets and artillery that were ten times better than them, but also had so much explosives and kerosene. Ahmed did have an army of 250,000 people, but they were still flesh and blood. He still feels fear and wants to run away because of the pain...Ahmed doesn't know how many Christians still have such gunpowder, kerosene, and the terrible white phosphorus bombs encountered in siege battles—— After he saw those who escaped first, he ordered them to be killed, not only because of their cowardice, but also because their wounds looked so terrible, so deep that they could touch their internal organs or Bone wounds...their bodies and tragic images will directly affect other people.

He pulled out the scimitar, his face uncertain. After a pause, he inserted it back. No, now is not the time. He said to himself, he still has as many soldiers as grains of wheat. He There is still a chance to win.

But another voice is saying, is it true? He has already lost 30,000 people before he even set foot in Austria. How many more lives will he waste here and how much time will he waste? Mohammed IV's letter already expressed his dissatisfaction with him, and his political opponents were looking for opportunities to bite him like wolfhounds.

"Master," his attendant whispered outside the tent: "The Grand Priest wants to see you."

The Grand Priest suffered the most serious losses in this battle. He did not bring many warriors. In order to snipe the wizards, he lost his closest disciple Mo Sang. Now he only has a few trustworthy people around him. Moreover, these Christians ignored their God and openly used wizards. This behavior frightened and troubled the Grand Imam. He walked into the Grand Vizier's tent and wanted to ask Ahmed Have you already thought about what to do next?

They may be able to defeat the united Christians here, but the problem is that the time, soldiers and supplies consumed here will cause them to struggle on the enemy's land. It is still the hottest time, but winter will also be very hot. Coming soon, the 250,000-strong army is a bloated monster, and its speed of advance and retreat is extremely slow. If it is delayed until winter, it will cause more non-battle losses - their mercenaries, slaves and Azap. There are far fewer cold-weather supplies than people think.

And the longer the war drags on, the soldiers will find that what they gain from the war is not enough to make up for the losses after they leave their homes and land, and the result will be a large number of deserters.

The Grand Imam was preoccupied, and Ahmed was full of doubts. The Grand Imam rarely came to his tent. Has he discovered something, or has Mosan indeed discovered something? Although he died, he still planted a vicious seed in the heart of the Grand Priest. Now this seed has taken root and is about to bear fruit.

Ahmed's ears were ringing. He could understand what the Grand Imam was saying, but he couldn't understand it. His fingers nervously fumbled with the saber beside him, and the voice was urging him to do it at any time. Strike first; he has been discovered; is the Grand Master ready to report his failure to the Sultan? ——He has the ability to directly contact the priests around Sultan; does he hold a grudge against him because of the death of his disciple Mo Sang? He must win, otherwise the grown-up Mohammed IV will never let him go. Why did the Grand Patriarch not allow him to drive the devil? Even the most pious and greatest kings have used the devil; the Christian has harnessed the devil, and he deserves the power; he is fighting for the Sultan, the agent of the true God on earth, and he must win, No matter what means...

When Ahmed came to his senses, he had already sent the scimitar into the back of the great imam.

At this point, Ahmed calmed down. Because the Grand Imam came with questioning intentions, there were only two of them in the tent. He stretched out his hand to hold the Grand Imam's fallen body, his temples were gray. The old man actually still had his last breath. He opened his eyes wide. If Ahmed had used just an ordinary knife, not only would he not be able to hurt the Grand Imam, but he would suffer the consequences himself. But what Ahmed pulled out was A devil's scimitar.

The Grand Imam is not worried about his passing life. He will go to heaven and sit with the saints, but he must worry about Ahmed and the Sultan's army. Ahmed is a mortal and he does not know the deal with the devil. What a heavy price to pay, those Christians will fall into hell, and Ahmed is destined to do so, but the Sultan's army cannot be buried here.

This battle ended in vain, with only a few lives lost, but most of the troops could be preserved, but if they continue to stay here...

Ahmed stretched out his hand and pressed the Grand Imam's mouth.

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"What are those Ottomans doing?" Schaumberg asked. People on the city wall heard a wave of mourning, and the Tatars and Cossacks were cutting off their hair with swords and touching the dust on their foreheads.

They waited for a while and got some unfortunate news.

The Ottoman patriarch died.

This chapter has been updated.