In the few days after returning to the main camp, I was still at a loss to deal with the current war situation and was in a very bad mood. Even several of the guards responsible for my daily life were slapped for the first time.
The intelligence officers who were supposed to be lurking behind enemy lines took great risks to send a piece of intelligence. The intelligence said that a troop numbering in the thousands was heading to Camp, and that the members of the troop were very mysterious, like special forces!
You really look up to me. The special units of the Demon Alliance are never easily revealed to others. They will only be used in very critical battles. These units usually have the ability to turn the tide of the battle.
This Gironde - what kind of big shot is he? Why do the Demon Alliance value him so much? Not only do they give him a large number of troops, but even the special forces have thousands of them?
After much deliberation, I feel that Camp is already a very difficult place to live in, but if I want to leave, I have to leave a sweet memory for Gironde.
I recalled the troops scattered throughout Camp and began to prepare for the next operation.
Among all the twenty-four regiments, I first assigned four field regiments to Helter, and asked him to immediately take the troops on board a transport ship to establish a camp on an island more than three hundred miles away from the coastline. As long as I give an order,
They can then attack from behind the enemy if necessary.
Moya and Carlos led fifteen regiments towards the side of Camp close to the dividing line between gods and demons. Most of them were hilly wastelands. Because they were close to the dividing line between gods and demons, there were fewer residents than in the interior of Camp.
It can make our actions more convenient.
I drew a place on the map and asked them to do some work on it. This place can keep these fifteen regiments busy for a long time. It's no big deal that you Gironde can build a camp. This time, you see, Master, I
——Build a battlefield to play with you!
After assigning tasks to others, I took the remaining five regiments to attract the enemy's attention, which was to do things next to the enemy's newly established camp - to make them believe that our main force was still stuck with them.
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Although I had known for a long time that Gironde was not an easy guy to deal with, I came to a definite conclusion after fighting him again, and this feeling was very strong!
Gironde... is an old madman.
He only allocated an army of about 30,000 to pursue me.
These 30,000 troops are particularly capable of running in the Demon Alliance Army and have strong learning abilities. They followed me around the camp ground while eating dried meat powder. Because the enemy's intelligence system has been gradually improved, I still can't get rid of this.
A chasing force usually appeared in the middle of a raid, forcing me to sigh and command the troops to withdraw from the battle early. Under their entanglement, I didn't even get a complete victory.
In fact, with the extraordinary mobility of my troops, getting rid of them is not a problem. But the sad thing is that I have to go back again and again to continue to cause trouble for Gironde. If not, the abusers of the temple faction will not let go.
Pass me.
While resisting my attack, Gironde allowed the other troops to continue his strategy of expulsion...so much so that I could only use the same forest once, because it would immediately be burned by Gironde at all important points.
Strong camps were built in the upper Gironde.
It seems that Gironde came to the camp just to set fire to camp, so annihilating my enemy army was unplanned for him.
And his elite troops never showed up. I think he was waiting for the right moment to give me a fatal blow.
Gradually, Gironde has led his troops to occupy half of the Camp territory and established a solid defense system on it. My range of activities has been severely restricted. His troops are advancing slowly, but very resolutely, which is invisible.
It puts a lot of pressure on me.
Finally, the thing that worried me the most appeared - Gironde not only built the camp to the seaside, but the Demon Alliance also mobilized a considerable fleet to assist him in defense! Although these warships cannot enter the open sea to fight, they can stay close to the shore.
It is enough for defense. As a result, my transport fleet can no longer show up without escort. Fortunately, I still maintain contact with the transport fleet.
Since then, all the war conditions that were beneficial to me have been eliminated one by one by Gironde... He has pacified the rebels, occupied large areas of activity, burned down the forests where I could hide, and now even the coastline has been sealed off by him.
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According to his opinion, it won't be long before I'm left penniless and exposed to his sight, ready for him to kill me.
At this time, I received several attack orders from the military headquarters. Although I repeatedly replied that the casualties of the troops were too high, the military personnel were still unmoved and continued to press for orders.
Because—a new round of offensive by the Divine Alliance has begun again!
Fichet's letter proved my idea. The temple faction that controls the military has mobilized a large number of troops from the rear. Together with the previous troops, the number has exceeded one million. All special units that have been hidden by the military have been put into battle.
, the sudden new offensive caught the demon coalition forces a little off guard, and they also invested the last reserve team to stabilize the battle - the war between gods and demons was not fought once or twice, both sides knew their opponents well and had all the tricks they could play.
Also within the other party's expectation.
Perhaps the only thing that surprised the enemy was my unidentified team. Calculating carefully, since I entered Camp, I have beaten and dragged at least more than 200,000 enemy troops to my side, unable to move... Here
Under these circumstances, the military headquarters' intention to urge me to attack was very obvious.
I understand the high enthusiasm of the temple faction. After all, this is the first time they have completely taken charge of the military. Of course, they have to make some achievements to show everyone.
I can also imagine how fierce the battle was on the dividing line between gods and demons, and how many soldiers on both sides died needlessly...
I don’t want my soldiers to die. If they all die, how can I, a blessed knight, survive? In this world, the only one with a strong fist is the uncle. A governor without soldiers must have a hard time.
The dusty herald brought Moya's letter, which said that the battlefield has been prepared and is waiting for me to bring the enemy to the door... This news came very timely. After dealing with the enemy for so long, I am tired of it.
This kind of cat and mouse game.
A few days later, I retreated to the selected battlefield with the harassing troops, leaving enough traces along the way for the enemy to find us.
I'm very satisfied with the battlefield.
Although the battlefield is hundreds of miles across, from the soil under my feet to the birds in the sky, every plant and tree is under my control.
Almost a hundred miles behind the battlefield is the dividing line between gods and demons. With the detailed map in my hand, it is not difficult to lead the team to escape when the situation is unfavorable. I also sent people to survey the retreat route beforehand.
Except for a section of the canyon that is relatively narrow, everything is okay. I am not worried about being attacked in this two hundred-mile-long canyon. In fact, there is no way to hide an army in that place, and the surrounding terrain is weird-
—There are either large swamps or dense forests where no one can enter. Want to hide the army? If you hide in it, you won’t be able to come out again!
On the right is the coast. If necessary, the four regiments of Geert can support me from the sea.
On the left is Savin City, the headquarters of the fifth war zone of the Demonic Alliance. I know that there are 30,000 shrunken turtles guarding it... It's good that I don't provoke them. How dare they come and hang out in front of me?
In general, this place was chosen quite well. Although there are many demon coalition forces around, it is very safe. And I have twenty regiments with a total of 50,000 troops. I want to give Gironde a hard blow here.
One blow and let him remember me forever!
The men of the fifteen regiments have been busy here for half a month, building a very conspicuous camp in the middle of the battlefield, and there are countless traps around the camp... I am going to fight a positional battle here, and then leave.
At this time, experienced officers like Carlos began to play a role. They are familiar with everything in positional warfare. The staff department has made several sets of tactical plans and is seizing the time to make the troops familiar with them. Those in charge of logistics equipment are also making plans.
An indispensable piece of equipment in positional warfare.
After calculation, the soldiers have been following me for a long time. Because there were no casualties in many battles, coupled with the officers' attitude towards them and their own treatment, the soldiers now have an almost blind worship of me.
Under the influence of such an atmosphere, they devoted themselves wholeheartedly to preparations for the battle and showed no worries about the future battle situation.
On the third day after arriving on the battlefield, my scouts discovered the enemy force that had been hanging behind me. After being thrown away by us, they carefully approached us looking for the traces we deliberately left.
Judging from their speed, they will enter the battlefield the next day and can see my camp at noon.
This was the first time that my army participated in a large-scale positional battle, so a large-scale pre-war military meeting was held. All officers at battalion level and above participated. They came from various Guards regiments, field regiments, logistics equipment regiments, and staff headquarters.
A total of more than two hundred officers from the Military Justice Department sat in my tent all afternoon.
For me, this kind of positional warfare is something I am unfamiliar with and dismissive of. One of the tenets of my military education is to destroy the enemy before he sees you. It is extremely stupid to kill face to face at close range.
…So I don’t speak much and let others play the leading role.
After Marfa reported the enemy situation, Carlos designated the missions and locations of each regiment one by one, explained the conditions and timing of the attack, and then answered the officers' questions.
It can be seen that the officers are a little nervous, and I am the same, but I can't show it... If the soldiers see that even I am nervous, this battle will not need to be fought.
It was already dark after the meeting, and the whole camp felt slightly depressed. Although I hoped that the night would pass quickly, I couldn't sleep all night.
In the early morning, I was woken up by the troops who had set out early for the mission of outflanking. I patted my heavy head and moved my body, and then I walked out of the tent.
"Hello, sir!" A guard pulled my horse. There are not many horses in the army now, and they can only be assigned to officers at the level of regimental commander.
I mounted my horse, held my helmet to my chest and inspected the camp gate. All the officers stood up and were doing their respective jobs. Soldiers kept saluting me on the road. I responded to them all with a smile. Breeze
, the smiling faces of the soldiers are really clear.
Groups of soldiers marched neatly under the leadership of their commanders.
When we were approaching the camp gate, Carlos and Jack also turned around on their horses from the other road and walked alongside me. At the camp gate, Moya and Mafa kept their right hands across their chests as they marched out of the camp gate.
The soldier returned the salute. I nodded to him twice and joined the ranks.
Another battalion of troops passed through the camp gate.
"Attention all..." the officer leading the team shouted, "Salute to all the officers!"
"Yes!" the soldiers shouted in unison, "Sir - OK!"
My brothers and I clenched our right fists flat on our chests and saluted them in return. We looked at the fearless faces and the slave brands on them... I was very proud, but also a little disappointed at the same time, because some of them,
Today is destined to spill blood on the battlefield.
I suppressed this feeling and shouted to the soldiers, "Wish you a triumph!"
"Triumph!"
"Triumph!"
The soldiers responded to me loudly, their voices rising into the sky!
After seeing off the troops responsible for outflanking, the remaining troops and I lined up at the predetermined position. I sat up straight on my horse, and the 20,000 troops sat silently behind me.
There is a small hillside in front of us. If we don't take the initiative to show up, the enemy won't be able to see us even if they get close.
As it approached noon, scouts began to report news that the enemy was gradually approaching. It should be said that the enemy learned a lot from me, and they gradually developed a battlefield reconnaissance team. The reconnaissance range was ten miles away from the team. As a team,
For an army that knows its opponent's true and false situation, such a reconnaissance range is large enough, and the infantry can run for ten miles to prepare for any contingency.
"Report sir!" A wingman scout landed next to me, "The enemy will arrive in an hour! The enemy's scouts in front will arrive in half an hour!"
"Order." I put the half-eaten dry food into my arms, "The troops stop eating and take a rest."
It is not easy to encounter an army marching in the wasteland head-on. Even if you leave clues along the way, it may not follow the route you expect. This requires you to know the style of this army well.
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This is purely a rational analysis and emotional speculation. When making a judgment, you must include everything about the enemy commander. At this moment, you are him!
This can be regarded as a "skill". This special "skill" can only be mastered after being mixed with the enemy for a long time, and it has to be practiced again when the enemy commander changes. It is precisely for this reason that
Many outstanding commanders in history eventually... suffered from schizophrenia.
And I have been playing with this unit for more than a month. I know the combat style of the commander of this unit clearly. I am sure that his team must pass through here. The position I chose does not exceed 200 people on either side.
meters distance.
A quarter of an hour later, I said to Jack, "Go and notify the enemy that you cannot let any of the enemy's scouts go! Then go and watch your military law office."
"Yes!" Jack rode away.
"Report to the commander, the enemy has arrived five miles away. Thirty thousand people are divided into two parts, front and rear! Twenty thousand in the front, ten thousand in the rear, one mile apart in the middle!"
"Report to the commander, the enemy has arrived three miles away. They are divided into two teams and marching in two directions. There are two hundred horses in the middle. There are fifty people in a single queue, and they are arranged tightly! The length is one mile long!"
"Reporting to the commander, the enemy is one mile away, and the direction of advancement is facing our two hundred arms to the right - all of them are within range!"
"Carlos." I turned to my staff officer and said, "Is it almost time?"
"Yes, sir." Carlos answered me in a low voice.
"Let's go." I said to myself, made a departure gesture to the duty officer on the side, then clamped my horse's belly and walked slowly ahead on my own.
"Attention, all troops..." The officer on duty held up a bright flag and galloped in front of the formation, "Forward - forward!"
The officers stood up and said, "Forward--forward!"
The flag bearer pressed his flag forward, "Forward--Forward!"
There was a sound of metal clashing behind me, and the soldiers began to move forward slowly after me.
Carlos and I rode in the front, behind us were eight regiments with clanking armor. Because these regiments were responsible for frontal combat, they were all spearmen and wore specially strengthened armor.
When I was almost on the hillside, I made a gesture... Dozens of huge "whooshing" fireballs were shot into the air. They drew an upward parabolic trajectory in the air and then began to fall, heading towards the front of the enemy's queue.
Smash it!
This is the signal. While the magic fireball is still flying in the air, countless pieces of turf are uncovered in the grassland on both sides of the enemy's path, and countless war bows are raised...
The fireball flew a little high, and the enemy's front line let out a cry of exclamation. The front section of the originally neat queue dispersed in an instant!
Avoidance is a normal reaction of people when encountering special situations. It is understandable, understandable...
"Calibrate ten knots - release!" A huge shout spread across the battlefield!
At this time, I had already exposed my head on the hillside. I just happened to see the enemy escape the fireball, and I also happened to see two black cloud-shaped rain of arrows flying towards them.
The team behind me began to reveal the first column on the hillside, and then the second column... Before the enemy could reach the soldiers in my third column, the arrows shot from both sides of them were already coming - flying away.
The arrows with fifteen centimeter arrow clusters fired from the war bow were on one side, and the other was ordinary iron armor half a centimeter thick.
As if someone gave an order, the enemies on the outside of the queue were shot into hedgehogs, and fell down one by one, as neatly as harvested wheat ears... Along with the splashing blood mist, there was a sound of metal falling to the ground.
Noisy noise.
"Calibrate ten knots - release!" The black arrows rose into the sky again, heading towards both sides of the enemy.
Amidst the screams, the people outside tried desperately to get in, and the people inside tried their best to stabilize the formation. The queue was in chaos. From a distance of one mile, I could even hear the enemy commander's roar very clearly.
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Their adaptability was pretty good. Before the third round of arrows flew, the enemies on the outside had already raised their large shields. At the same time, the front team slowly retreated to protect the knights in the middle of the queue, and those behind them also rushed to cover from both sides.
"Calibrate ten knots plus—release!"
Many moving enemies were hit by arrows because they were not protected by large shields. Even with large shields, sharp arrows 15 centimeters long could penetrate them! As for the enemies behind the shields, I don’t know.
, but there was a "buzzing" sound of arrows flying from their strings on our side, and people fell to the ground on the other side.
After several rounds of arrows, the enemy had quickly formed a circular formation! Although it was not very standard, this reaction and quality were commendable.
At this time, I was already riding downhill, and the enemy could see a small half of the troops emerging from behind me. I extended my right hand to make a gesture, and dozens of green magic balls immediately flew out from behind me!
This is another sign...
When the magic ball was still flying halfway, a wide magic barrier had opened in front of the enemy. The surface of the barrier was black, heavy black, and heart-stopping black.
Although my magic is not very good, I also know that this barrier is the result of at least fifty magicians casting spells at the same time, and there must be one or two guys with high magical attainments among them.
Dozens of large and small magic balls hit it one after another, and the surface of the black barrier rippled like water ripples, but it was not broken!
The enemy soldiers were very fast, and in just a short time they had already erected a "shield" wall two people high outside the circular formation! It looked very strong.
But the focus of my second round of attack was not here. I led the troops down the hillside and asked the magicians to attack. These were just to attract the enemy's attention.
In the second round, the real main force of the attack was five hundred catapults.
These catapults are also on both sides of the enemy, in the large pits in front of the archer positions. Each catapult is operated by five soldiers. Because the range is not pursued now, the firing speed is one step faster than ordinary catapults.
times. For the attacker, the suddenness and sustainability of long-range firepower are very important.
With an order, densely packed stones were launched into the sky. They turned sharp edges in the air and flew past whistling... And the enemy army, did they imagine that I would use catapults to set up an ambush? The enemies holding shields on both sides saw it.
The stone flew away and I was dumbfounded.
For this kind of hard bluestone, those raised shields are as fragile as paper products - first, the enemy on the outermost side was smashed flat by the shield and the people, and many stones bounced after smashing down the "shield" wall.
He got up and flew into the queue. Along the way, more enemy soldiers were smashed and their arms and legs were broken... Whoever encountered them would be unlucky.
In the enemy's formation, stones dyed red ran criss-crossed, carving out passages of flesh and blood in the crowd, and screams were heard one after another, and the enemies fell all the way!
Suffering from this blow, the circle formation showed signs of collapse.
Several stones came to where the enemy magicians were. The magic barrier they cast shook in the air for a few times and then began to dissipate, and the color became lighter and lighter...
Maybe it’s my personality that determines my tactics. Even if this is a positional battle, I have to exhaust the enemy as much as possible before officially killing them! And after exhausting the enemy to this point, they have only two ways to go -
Waiting for death or breaking out.
"The whole army..." I said, "get ready to face the enemy!" (To be continued)