The gates of Lisang City were wide open, and the troops of the Keda family poured out one after another, rushing across the suspension bridge to join the counterattack. In the staff office on the city wall, Carlos was also shouting loudly, one after another.
The orders were written in the hands of the staff officers. The winged messengers flew back and forth in the sky, and they had to pay attention to avoid the magic balls that kept flying into the sky.
This is the army of the Al Qaeda family, this is the army of the Dark Province - even if the supreme commander Cohen is not in his command position now, the entire army can still fight normally.
The Left Prime Minister's army gradually stabilized. Several commanders stabilized the formation of the central army by massacring their own retreating soldiers. The rear army was reorganized and replenished to the front line.
The rebels have deployed elite troops under the city, and they have an advantage in numbers. Due to the restrictions of the city gate, the number of Al Qaeda family troops rushing out from the city gate is actually not large, and it is not enough to form a fatal attack posture.
The fighting on the two battlefields on the left and right of Lisang City had just begun. The left and right armies of the Keda family were fighting with their respective rebel opponents, and it was impossible to divide their troops for reinforcements at the moment.
In the chaos on the battlefield, the rebel commander saw a glimmer of hope - there were not many Al-Qaeda troops outside the protection range of bows and arrows. He could take this opportunity to divide the Al-Qaeda troops rushing out of the city and defeat them one by one!
As long as one side blocks the city gate, it is not certain who will win.
After giving an order, the archers from the rear of the rebel army fired several rounds of dense arrows, and then mobilized twelve regiments of fresh troops. Each four regiments formed one group, divided into three groups and rushed back at the same time, which was bound to kill the Qida family's
The troops leaving the city were divided and surrounded.
Under the command of the staff, the Al Qaeda family army immediately changed its tactics. The cavalry in front charged fiercely left and right, trying to cause chaos on the battle line, allowing the rebel counterattack troops to be blocked by scattered own troops; the infantry who were lagging behind were
The troops firmly established their position, blocked the attacks of sporadic rebels, and waited for the follow-up troops to follow.
You come and go, the sound of killing is loud.
The troops from both sides were huddled together, and the entire front was torn to pieces by repeated attacks. There were large scenes involving thousands of people, and small fights involving dozens of people... But the rebels had a large number of people after all, and they gradually took the initiative.
The trolley that Cohen was on was slowly pushed towards the city wall. Several wingman teams carefully tied Cohen and Fischette onto stretchers and transported them back to the city wall from the air. At this point, the biggest stone in Carlos's heart was
Just let it go and focus all your attention on the battle.
"The city gate is too narrow, so the archers went down from the city wall." Carlos shouted: "The archers in the city went up to the city wall to take over!"
Hundreds of long ropes were thrown down from the city wall. The archers hung their bows on their shoulders and slid down the ropes. The archers in the queue under the city wall received the order and rushed up to the city wall to take cover.
With the direct support of thousands of elven archers with superb archery skills, the battle ahead immediately picked up. The archers only fired three rounds of volleys to mess up the formation of the rebels in the counterattack direction. After adjusting the direction, another three rounds
A round of random arrows shot at the rebels in the other direction of the counterattack, knocking them off their feet.
The troops that had just come out of the city seized this rare opportunity and formed a formation under the cover of archers. Eight regiments totaling 20,000 people came out - this was all the troops that Carlos could mobilize.
Looking at the battle ahead, and calculating in his mind, Carlos took a deep breath, and then uttered two words: "Attack!"
"kill……"
The Guards of the Dark Province, which belongs directly to Cohen, faced off against the elites of the armies of various divine kingdoms, and began their first formal large-scale field battle. This was a major event for all soldiers and officers.
test.
Eight Guards regiments formed two offensive arrows, each with 10,000 people, and the width of the attack surface was kept at about a thousand arms. The infantry who had previously left the city moved back to protect the archers, and the light cavalry gradually gathered to protect the flanks. With their own strength,
Move back and forth at speed, using bows and arrows to support hot spots on the front line.
In the headquarters of both armies, all the officers who were fine for the time being were nervously observing the battle situation.
The rebel commander made a desperate move and put all the troops that could be mobilized into the battle. In addition to the heavy troops to attack the front, he also divided two troops to attack the rear. The archers in the rebel rear team kept shooting.
These feathered arrows did not pose much threat to Cohen's spearmen, and the large shields in their hands were enough to withstand this scattered attack.
In the center of the battlefield, the spearmen at the front of both sides collided. Just after the fight, a black thing flew up from behind the Guards spearmen. The rebels were still recovering from thousands of flying axes at the front.
, and suffered a second round of flying axes... Suddenly, thousands of rebel soldiers stained the ground with blood, and the front line was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
In a positional battle, the most important thing is the formation. Once the formation of the front line is crossed, there is nothing to say. And how can the sparse soldiers left on the rebel front line withstand the fierce attack? They have already been walked in
The crossbowmen behind the pikemen shot like crazy.
Once the rebel pikemen's formation collapsed, the swordsmen behind them could not get close to the Guards - the Guards' attack surface was densely lined with spear heads, and the swordsmen could attack with the short weapons in their hands.
It's a joke to rush over.
The Guards stepped on the corpses of the rebel soldiers with firm steps, advancing at a consistent speed, and began to attack the second defensive line of the rebels. This pace was neither urgent nor slow, but it was unstoppable.
"Archers, follow up, keep up with the main attack direction!" Carlos ordered: "Shoot the enemy's front-line troops directly and weaken the enemy's defense!"
When the Guards archers started taking action, the rebels behind the surprise attack were also in place. However, under the bow and arrow sniper fire of the Guards light cavalry, the two rebels who came for the surprise attack became the targets of the attack.
.The light cavalry were extremely ruthless in their archery, and the batches of arrows shot out quickly, accurately and evenly. The rebels suffered heavy casualties before they even reached the edge of the Guards...
When the battle lines were stalemate, the rebel general became red-eyed. The only magician group pressed forward, and a fireball was directed at the battle point between the two sides. Although there was a magic barrier to protect the Guards, the loss was not great, but the burning
The fire still slightly blocked the Guards' attack.
There was a lot of noise in the rebel headquarters. The commander was banging the table and cursing, and the orders were mixed with a lot of swear words. The left prime minister who had been staying here looked pale, and it seemed that he had not recovered from the blow of "losing His Majesty".
, that was once the most important card in his hand.
"Your Excellency, we should leave." Knowing that the battle was irreversible, the Knight of Light, who was protecting the left prime minister, said, "There is no need to continue watching this battle."
"No, I won't leave... I'm going to kill this bastard Cohen Keda..." The left prime minister raised his head weakly, his eyes wandering: "I have not failed, I have not failed... I will not return to the Holy Capital."
"My mission is to bring you back to the Holy Capital. Victory or failure is not what I should care about." The Bright Knight pursed his lips and asked, "Are you leaving?"
"I, I don't..."
Before the left prime minister could finish speaking, the Bright Knight slashed his neck with his palm, and then took the unconscious left prime minister out of the headquarters by his collar. A dozen Bright Knights followed behind - the officers in the headquarters were stunned, but
But no one dared to step forward to stop him.
When a force escorted the Zuo Xiang away, the winged troops of the Al Qaeda family appeared above the battlefield in groups. They wiped out the rebel magician brigade with heavy casualties, and then recovered the two wings to cover the attacking force.
Seeing that a large number of rebels had gathered in front of the attacking force, the command gave an order for the attacking force to change its formation. The troops behind the two attack arrows stepped forward to fill their positions in order, keeping parallel to the original attack surface, and the attack surface expanded to the original
three times.
After adjusting the formation, the troops on the original attack surface maintained a slow advance, while the new forces on both wings accelerated their assault, vaguely forming an encirclement of the main force of the rebels.
"This is a bit like the Flying Wing Formation, and it's not... doesn't it mean that Cohen Keda is not good at field combat?" In the rebel headquarters, the commander began to make plans for himself in his mind.
"Report..." A herald rushed into the headquarters: "Sir, there is news from our left and right armies that they can no longer hold on and some troops have begun to retreat."
As soon as the commanders heard the news, their already half-already hearts froze.
"The Chinese army is almost finished." A commander looked at the battle line in the distance and said: "Our army's morale has been exhausted, and a large number of soldiers have fled the battle line... Retreat! If we don't retreat, there won't even be any scum left."
"But……"
"But what? This is not a war between gods and demons, it's just a civil war in Sbia. Let's just join in the fun, are we really going to risk our lives?" Someone retorted: "Lu Man has run away, and my soldiers
We can’t die here in vain!”
"Didn't the previous soldiers die in vain?" the left prime minister's cronies objected: "You have to do things after receiving the money! Don't we still have the last reserve team?"
"How about taking the money? If you take the money, you will die? Besides, I didn't receive the money. If you are not satisfied, tell your master! How can we defeat their army with such equipment and quality? How can we defeat them with such little preparation?
Can the team win by just throwing it? You can say another damn word..."
"What are you fighting for!" The general with the highest official position stood up: "Give me the order to withdraw!"
Following the general trend, the left prime minister's cronies did not dare to speak anymore and acquiesced to the decisions of several commanders.
But to say that a defeated army cannot retreat is simply to say that it retreated in rout.
The Chinese army, abandoned to their fate, fought desperately on the front. Under the cover of the cavalry in the rear, the rebel commanders mounted their horses and ran away. As soon as the cavalry ran away, the infantry and archers followed.
There was still a bit of order at the beginning, but not far away was the only trade road. How wide could the trade road be? In order to run faster, they occupied the road. Troops came and went, and the soldiers fisted and kicked, and the scene was chaotic.
confusion……
Everyone is running for their lives, who can care about whom?
This is a difficult route of defeat. The thin soldiers were pushed off the road and trudged on the uneven grass on both sides of the trade road. It was almost a small somersault with every step and a big somersault with every three steps. This was also a road full of tears.
The road of defeat was filled with trumpets, and the wounded and support troops abandoned on the roadside let out desperate wails; it was also a road of defeat stained with blood, with many exhausted soldiers falling to the ground and being trampled alive by their cruel companions.
Dead on the road...
In fact, this situation is not a big deal now. The defeated armies of the left and right armies have to flee for their lives along this trade route. When they meet, it will be a real bustle.
There were abandoned weapons and equipment everywhere. Soldiers took off their armor and threw it away in order to reduce the burden. No one cared about the luggage... In order to escape for their lives, no one even wanted to waste the time of setting fire to it.
The retreat triggered a chain reaction and chaos spread.
"Report to the commander, the enemy's rear troops have begun to retreat!"
"I got it, don't worry about the fleeing rebels." Carlos replied calmly: "Go slowly and steadily, first concentrate your forces and defeat the rebels below the city."
"But with such a good opportunity, why don't we do something?" A colonel officer next to him asked puzzledly: "Don't we pursue it?"
"Go and do your job!" Carlos glanced at the officer: "In this headquarters, it is not your turn to make decisions for me."
The colonel retorted: "Why not pursue it! If it were Chief Cohen, he would have ordered the pursuit..."
"Catch him." Carlos pointed at the colonel and said to the guards: "Send him to the Military Justice Department, fifty military clubs!"
The order was resolutely carried out. Although the colonel was very unconvinced, he did not dare to disobey the military order and allowed several soldiers to come up and tie him up.
In fact, the chaotic scene of the rebels has long been seen by Carlos on the city wall. If Cohen or Helter were to take command, they would definitely launch a strong attack as soon as possible. Needless to say, Helter's tendency to attack.
Cohen's calmness is more reflected in his preparation and planning before the war. Once the war starts, he is no different from Helter who clamored for attack...
But Carlos's command style is different from others. He is truly calm, calm from beginning to end. Especially at this critical moment, he would rather give up some possible results to ensure the victory of the city. Although it seems
A little petty, but for Carlos, only what you eat can make you feel at ease.
The top priority is to deal with the rebels who are still resisting. As for those who escape, you can let them run for a few hours until they have no strength left.
"The Winged Scouts must master the rebels' escape route." After careful consideration, Carlos issued this order: "Tell the left and right armies that, on the premise of fully ensuring victory, the cavalry troops can change horses and take a short rest.
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"yes."
"The two army commanders are ordered not to follow the team in pursuit." Carlos continued: "The civilian men recruited in the city are ready to clean up the battlefield."
The large-scale shouts of killing under the city wall gradually subsided. More and more rebel soldiers in front chose to surrender. However, these kneeling soldiers were not treated with mercy. Under the furious offensive of the Guards, they
All of them were minced into minced meat.
Most of the rebel soldiers behind chose to escape. This is what Carlos wanted them to do - kill 10,000 enemies and lose 3,000 themselves. This cost is too high, but it will be easy to annihilate the scattered enemy troops in rout.
many.
Finally, the battle under the city wall came to an end, and the left and right armies also ended the battle in a short period of time. It only took four hours from the beginning of the battle.
"Report..." An officer ran close to Carlos: "The Second Army has prepared a pursuit force of three cavalry regiments. Army Commander Helter requested to lead the team to pursue the rebels."
"The application to lead the team will not be approved." Carlos said in a firm tone: "The pursuit force of the Second Army can set off. After the commander of the Haiert Army has handled the military affairs, he will immediately go to the Governor's Mansion and be on standby! This order is also issued to the Third Army."
"yes!"
"Go to the city and have a look."
"Sir, don't you go back to the Governor's Mansion first?" an officer asked in a low voice: "Mr. Cohen..."
"At any time, soldiers must put their responsibilities first." Carlos said as he walked: "Personal feelings come second."
The officer agreed and followed Carlos down the city wall.
During these four hours, the two armies fought a real melee here. The battlefield under the city wall was in a mess. The ground that originally had some weeds was scorched black by magic flames, and there were broken weapons everywhere on the ground.
, stained with black blood, and those scattered corpses could not be dragged to one place.
The witch doctor officers are leading their deputies to rescue their own wounded. For these witch doctors, just rescuing people does not make them feel sincerely happy. Their original intention is to use their skilled and effective medical skills to obtain better treatment for themselves.
...But no matter what, with their various weird treatment methods, the injuries of our own soldiers who did not die can usually be temporarily stabilized.
As for those wounded rebel soldiers who did not die! It would be nice if they were not used as first-aid "medicine".
The soldiers from the Military Justice Department followed the witch doctor, and they usually dragged a rebel soldier who was still alive. As soon as the witch doctor opened his mouth, his ears would be like ears, and his nose would be like nose...
A long stretcher team went in and out of the battlefield. Under the guidance of the soldiers, the civilians carrying the stretchers tore off their clothes and covered their mouths and noses to reduce the nauseating smell of blood. But when had the civilians ever seen such a tragic scene?
Most of them were so frightened that their calves were trembling, and they stood stunned among the mutilated corpses, barely able to move their legs.
Chaos! Winning is unclear, losing is inexplicable...
When he walked to the most intense battle, Carlos accidentally stepped into the soil with one foot. The black soil was soaked with blood and turned into the kind of mud in the swamp... Carlos felt sick and couldn't help it anymore.
Stay here.
"Try your best to rescue our own wounded and count the enemy's supplies." Carlos said to the adjutant: "Then tell the Military Justice Department that we do not need prisoners below the rank of colonel."
"Yes, sir!"
The adjutant gave a military salute, stamped his foot, and his military shoes sank into the black-red mud with a "chirp" sound... (To be continued)