This is the rear of the demon alliance army array, and the earth city in front is very blurry from here.
Because the battle had just begun, there were two slave legion soldiers sitting on the ground waiting for orders. The soldiers sat in piles according to the organizational structure, with a few officers and a large number of soldiers from the supervisory team patrolling on horseback.
Because the combat effectiveness of the slave army is really limited, rushing to the battlefield is equivalent to certain death, and cleaning the battlefield afterwards requires a large number of manpower, so these slaves with the lowest combat effectiveness are placed in the last position, preparing to serve as coolies after the battle.
These people are composed of a full slave legion and the remnants of several other slave legions. Those slave legions suffered heavy casualties in the battles in the past few days. The command simply assigned the lucky ones among the legions to
One place is convenient for management... which means convenient for monitoring.
As for the dead slaves, of course they dug holes and buried them. Minor injuries were left unattended, but serious injuries...of course they were still dug and buried.
As soon as the attack started, the shouts of killing came from the front along with the wind. This sound made the officers and soldiers on horseback feel itchy. There is a tradition in the demon alliance army: decisive battles like this are to boost morale.
, as long as the enemy is defeated, the loot generally belongs to the captured soldiers.
The general loot includes: all items except the enemy's weapons and materials, and all property except those needed by officers at all levels. Of course, it also includes the enemy or all female creatures within fifty miles behind the enemy's position - as long as you have the ability.
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The enemy army is only one legion. They have been defending Tucheng for ten days and suffered heavy casualties. Up to now, there are at most 30,000 to 40,000 people. However, our own troops are strong. Look at the forest of catapults and the surging crowd.
I know that I am determined to win this battle today.
Thinking about the benefits after the war is over...these guys are already feeling hot all over.
Not long after the attack started, the officers had gathered together in small groups and started talking. The people supervising the battle team were not much better. Staring at the slaves was a tiring and tiring job. Why not steal when there is a chance to be lazy?
A slave soldier should be laughing if he can survive on the battlefield. Who said these dull-eyed consumables can really make a difference?
The slave soldiers were still sitting lifelessly. The drumming coming from the Tucheng last night made them uneasy. They heard it again just before the attack.
They had been living here before the war between gods and demons, and were not captured until the eve of the war. A person who grew up on the dividing line between gods and demons, no matter which tribe he belonged to, was very familiar with the Ten Movements.
Although the rhythm is a bit strange, it is indeed ten movements! The melody has been integrated into their bodies from the day they were born, and even the blood in their veins will flow with the drumbeats.
They knew what the drum beat was saying. When the song "Sorrow" sounded, countless slave soldiers lowered their heads at the same time. They did not dare to let the officers see the tears in their eyes... They did not act according to the commander's will.
, even if you secretly wipe your tears, you will be whipped.
They also knew what happened - no matter which side of the people died, they were the poor people at the front. And the drum sound was so large, the message conveyed in it clearly told them, die
There are more than 10,000 people.
Forget it, the person who died just took one step too early, and he himself will eventually die one day. So what if they are the same race, the same village, and the same family! If they meet on this battlefield, besides fighting, the slaves belonging to the two sides will
Is there any other choice? If you want to hate, hate yourself for growing up on this dividing line! If you want to hate, hate yourself for being a slave! If you want to hate, hate yourself for being a human being!
The slaves held back their tears, digging their fingers deeply into the soil, and their hearts felt heavy to death.
A tall slave soldier sniffed and took back the hand he had just inserted into the soil to wipe away his tears. He turned his head and found that the companion beside him was someone he did not recognize.
"You...are from that legion?" The tall slave lowered his voice very low, "You will be killed if you run around!"
Because remnants of other legions have joined, and the management of the slave legion has not kept up, it is not surprising that there are unknown companions in the queue, but it is strange that this guy is still pushing back and forth in the queue.
"Hey... I can't find the queue." The companion smiled apologetically, showing his white teeth.
It seems that he is a new slave who does not know the military regulations... The tall slave sighed, secretly glanced at the officer in the distance, and then whispered, "When an officer asks about it later, just say you are with me."
, my name is Chatai."
"Well, brother Chatai." The companion nodded gratefully, "My name is Maru, and I will follow you."
The lives of slaves are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Demon Alliance. An officer usually has to manage hundreds of soldiers. The only means of management are whips and blades. How can he remember what his slaves look like? Many officers simply think that all
The slaves are all the same - despicable!
Under such circumstances, the slaves strictly divided themselves into hierarchies based on age, and formed small groups in villages or tribes that were unknown to outsiders. These small groups had their own leaders and continued to follow the traditions of their tribes. Of course, these traditions
is maintained as much as possible.
This is not surprising, this happens even among prisoners of war. As long as the slaves are obedient, the officers will not interfere with these things at all. In fact, they can’t control them even if they want to. You can stop the slaves from doing anything, but you can’t stop them.
What do slaves think? Although the existence of these groups cannot solve any practical problems, it can satisfy the psychological needs of slaves. They need to be controlled by people they identify with. Living in fear every day, this sense of belonging is very important to them.
important.
Chatai is the leader of a small group. There are more than thirty people in this group, all in the same team. He has always believed that it is his duty to take care of such new slaves, but he does not know that this seems a bit...
The shy young man is no longer a slave... he is an officer, a lieutenant officer from the elite reconnaissance group of the opposite Divine Alliance army.
He infiltrated here last night, Maru was his real name, and he was accompanied by more than a hundred people, all of whom infiltrated their respective targets as planned.
Maru also grew up on the dividing line between gods and demons, and was familiar with everything about the slaves, including language characteristics, living habits, real thoughts, and even various bad habits - before escaping to Cohen's province, he was originally a refugee.
While the officer wasn't paying attention, Chatai and Maru were talking quietly. They were both from the Yunling tribe, and they quickly recognized each other as relatives, because Chatai was the uncle of Maru's second brother-in-law.
The younger son’s brother-in-law’s cousin’s fellow villager…
While the relationship between the two was getting closer, the battle ahead was also fierce... No, the battle was fierce and one-sided, and the divine coalition forces in Tucheng did not show up at all.
The 27th Legion of the Demonic Alliance has arrived under the city wall. Unlike the slave legion, this legion is an elite division with strict military discipline and reasonable officer staffing. The long-range catapult stopped firing after almost destroying the earthen city wall.
Under the impact of thousands of siege vehicles of various types from the Demonic Alliance, entire sections of the city wall began to collapse. These collapsed areas became passages. The slaves who had survived the previous battle were driven forward and entered the earth city first.
These more than 10,000 soldiers set off more traps during their march, and screams came one after another.
After opening a hole in the city wall, the officers directed the soldiers to fill the siege vehicles that had completed their mission into the trap. The collapsed city wall was not wasted. These earth and stones were used to fill the trap and pave the way for the following troops.
The troops of the 27th Main Battle Corps began to pour into the Tucheng from more than a dozen passages. In order to give them enough time to organize their formation, the supervising team cruelly forced the slave soldiers to charge first.
The streets and houses near the city wall have long been cleared by the Allied Forces, and the nearest buildings are two miles away. Although the two-mile-long open space left in it looks empty, everyone knows that this area
The area contains great dangers.
After the massacre on the city wall, the slave soldiers had suffered a lot. Many of them were filled with tears and their spirits were on the verge of collapse. For these people who were new to the battlefield, they watched tens of thousands of their companions being killed by their own troops.
The massacre... the shock was unparalleled. The mutilated corpses, the scarlet and dazzling blood, and the screams that could still be heard... all reminded them that death is so terrible!
It has to be said that death is terrible, but the suffering before death can make people crazy even more, and these poor people have been tortured by this suffering for a long time.
Weeping tears of despair, the slaves moved.
Cohen Keda, his eyes crossed the battlefield and saw all this clearly.
"There's an opportunity!" He shouted loudly, so loudly that everyone in the command post was stunned.
"Move the command post to the wall behind!" Before he could finish his words, Cohen had already ran out. A group of staff officers followed the instructions without thinking. Those who grabbed the map grabbed the map, and those who carried the tools carried the tools. Three times five divided by two
, a simple command post appeared at the place designated by Cohen, right next to Jiadnan, the leader of the drum.
"Change the music!" Cohen rushed all the way to Jiadnan, pointed at the enemy front line in the distance and shouted, "They are of the same race as you, tell them with the sound of drums that they don't have to die!"
Jiadenan's hand trembled and the drum almost fell off.
"Quick!" Cohen shouted, "They're going to attack!"
The scale of the performance of the hundred-sided drum can be changed at any time. Jiadnan cursed in his heart, stretched out his arms, and shouted loudly with all his strength.
The drummer next to him stopped his drums and looked at him at the same time. Jiadenan's old face suddenly turned red, but he could only complain in his heart.
He once again seriously violated the tradition, because the method of shouting to stop the drum can only be used in the abdication ceremony of the clan leader. If you shout this sound, you have to give way to others. But...who can he give it to now?
The situation was so pressing that Jiadenan could only beat the drums again with a red face, and the rhythm was the same as the interrogation in the ten movements!
Although Jiadnan is a stubborn old man, a person who can serve as the temporary leader of hundreds of thousands of refugees will not be an idiot. When Cohen shouted to change the music, Jiadnan understood what he meant. The movement of this mutual inquiry was exactly the same.
It couldn't be more appropriate.
Is it okay if a whole village and a whole family are fleeing, and there is no way for the refugees to communicate with each other? And the terrain on the dividing line between gods and demons is complicated, with mountains and downhills, and rivers left and right. You can usually hear voices but cannot walk together. In this situation
Under such circumstances, using drums to communicate became the only option. Over time, the movement "mutual inquiry" developed into a melody that could be used to communicate information under any circumstances. However, who is not a refugee to understand the many twists and turns in this movement?
The changed drum sound came out, and this drum sound triggered the imprint of the music deep in the souls of the slaves. The slave soldiers who were on the way to attack couldn't help but stop.
The supervising team behind shouted loudly, and a burst of crossbows shot down dozens of people! In the cry of grief, the slave soldiers had to rush forward again. But the crossbows coming from behind and the sound of drums coming from the front could not help but make the slaves feel sad.
I have some other ideas. Slaves are also human beings, and they can be smart or slow. Among the tens of thousands of slave soldiers, there are many smart ones.
Suddenly, a slave soldier accelerated violently and rushed past the others in the queue to the front.
Followed by the second, third, fourth... more and more slaves rushed to the front.
"He rushed even faster!" Cohen on the city wall almost scratched his scalp. "What do you mean?"
"Look at those people's feet!" Jiadnan said loudly without stopping his hands, "They are responding to us with their footsteps and the beat of the drum!"
Indeed, the people rushing to the front were marching with a strange pace to the beat of the drum, which made their running posture look a bit weird.
Cohen couldn't understand, so he had to ask Jiadnan next to him, "What do they mean?"
"They are answering: You can't help yourself! The danger comes from behind!"
"Tell them to come in two groups: left and right, and I will take care of the supervising team behind them! There will be no danger when they reach the place I designated!" Cohen shouted excitedly, "Can you tell them the direction and timing of their march?"
"Can!"
"Karos! Order the elf archers to dispatch immediately and shoot the supervising team behind the enemy! Order the traps on both sides of the battlefield to be closed immediately!" Cohen turned his head and ordered, "Send manpower to appease those slaves! Hurry! Hurry!
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"Yes!" Because the order came so suddenly, the command post was jumping up and down for a while.
"Okay!" Seeing hundreds of elven archers approaching from the front, Cohen waved his right arm, "Jiadenan!"
Jiadenan cursed again in his mind, raised his head and roared, and the drum sound changed again!
Hearing this long series of fast and dense drumbeats, there was a burst of cheers from the demon alliance's assault formation! The slaves quickened their pace, so fast that the 27th Legion behind them, who were still sorting out their formation, was surprised.
The elven archers who rushed out from the Divine Alliance Army had stopped, and the arrow clusters on their bows were shining with cold light. In the traps under the left and right positions of the Divine Alliance Army, the Sand soldiers were using giant trees to hold up the traps.
"These despicable slaves, are they crazy?" In the demon alliance formation, the commander of the 27th legion was yelling and cursing. His legion has been formed and can attack immediately. As long as they cross those khaki streets
, he can reach the city wall behind in one fell swoop, which is a distance of up to five miles.
Hearing the ever-changing drum beats, he thought to himself, "The Phantom Army will do such stupid things."
But the change of things made him angry. In the sound of drums, the soldiers of the supervisory team who followed the slaves kept falling off their horses. He did not understand that the supervisory team was far beyond the range of the opponent's bow and arrow.
What happened next made him even more angry.
The slave soldiers gradually divided into two groups, cheering and rushed into the streets of the city from both sides, and then stopped neatly. After a while, they disappeared behind the messy earth walls.
Although I didn't take these slaves seriously, this thing was too bizarre. While the slave soldiers were approaching all the way, the Phantom Legion's trump card, those troublesome traps, didn't work. No, it should be said that the Phantom Legion didn't have any at all.
resistance.
Then there is only one possibility left in this matter, these slaves... these despicable slaves have collectively surrendered to the enemy!
There was no time to think about when these despicable slaves colluded with the enemy. He gave an order and the two leading regiments of the 27th Legion of the Demonic Alliance began to advance slowly in an orderly manner.
But this news caused quite a shock in the command post of the Demon Alliance...
"Reporting to the commander! The slave soldiers in front of the 27th Army Corps have collectively surrendered..." A sweating messenger ran into the command post. As soon as he said this, he was kicked unconscious by the lieutenant general.
"Sir!" This action surprised the lieutenant general's subordinates.
The messenger fell to the ground, his helmet fell to the side, his face was scratched, and the blood flowing from the wound stained a large area of the ground red.
The Lieutenant General ignored the others. He stared directly at the blood stain at first, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Finally, the Lieutenant General simply closed his eyes.
"Take him out." It took him a long time before he said this, "Treat him well."
From last night to now, the enemy has given him too many shocks. The Lieutenant General has once again learned the power of the Phantom Army. Even a fool now knows to be careful.
Exhaling heavily, the lieutenant general began to walk back and forth in the command post. He was able to reach the rank of lieutenant general in the Demon Alliance Army. In addition to his family background and being good at maneuvering, he also had numerous military exploits. Now, after several stimulations, this guy
, unexpectedly put aside other distracting thoughts, and the understanding of the battle situation gradually became clear in my mind.
"Staff officer." Your Majesty the Lieutenant General said in a very calm tone, "I have given you an order that the slave army in the rear must be under strict supervision, and the number of supervising troops should be tripled."
"Yes, sir!"
The lieutenant general, who had regained his composure, walked to the map and slowly traced his finger across the Tucheng.
"With the broken city wall blocking the sight of our command post, our army was unable to respond in time. It proactively abandoned the city wall and retreated to avoid the attack of our army's catapults. It interfered with our army's rest at night, and then colluded with the slave army to continuously falter.
Our army's belief in victory must have affected the morale of the troops at the front..." As his fingers tapped lightly on the map, he suddenly woke up and understood the opponent's commander's tactical thoughts today.
"Order, the command post moves forward to the city wall!" the lieutenant general ordered loudly, "Move the military flag with me!"
"But sir, today's battle is volatile, and that place is more dangerous!" The staff officer immediately stopped him, "You are the top commander of our army, and you cannot go there until the situation is unclear!"
"Yes, I am a lieutenant general, but I am also a glorious soldier of the Demon Alliance! I am the commander-in-chief, but I am the heart of the army! All the soldiers in the army put their lives in my hands, and they trust me.
Me, how can I not trust them! There are three main battle legion soldiers fighting bloody battles, how can the Phantom Legion hurt me at all!" Listening to the sound of the 27th legion charging ahead, the lieutenant general adjusted the ribbons on his uniform.
"Whenever the flag of the Demonic Alliance arrives, our officers and soldiers will surely rush to be the first! When the Demonic Alliance's prestige arrives, how can the enemy resist? Take action!"
"Yes, sir!"
A moment later, a group of people mounted their war horses and galloped out, passing through groups of marching armies. The black military flag of the Demon Alliance was flying high.
The lieutenant general was riding on the horse with a solemn expression. The military uniform decorated with various medals was straight and straight. The ribbon on the military cap stretched in the wind. Behind him, a pure black cloak made a "hunting" sound. Looking at the soldiers marching under the horse, the lieutenant general was leading the way.
Suddenly he raised his right arm high and shouted loudly, "Our army will win! Long live the alliance!"
The strength of the main battle legion of the Demonic Alliance should not be underestimated. The Lieutenant General's shouts attracted countless soldiers to respond. The waves of shouts were overwhelming, and the few traces of the slave soldiers' rebellion due to the slave soldiers' defection to the enemy were swept away.
"Our army will win! Long live the Alliance!"
"Our army will win! Long live the Alliance!"
"Our army will win! Long live the Alliance!"
The military flag moved forward, and the lieutenant general personally led the battle. This situation made the soldiers excited. They responded loudly to the lieutenant general, and the morale of the demon alliance army suddenly rose. Amidst the shouts of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, the black military flag was placed
Once on the city wall, the distance between the two army command posts was only five or six miles.
The generals of both sides stood on the two city walls and commanded their soldiers. They had regarded this small earth city as a chessboard, and they wanted to have a life-and-death fight here! (To be continued)