The camp of 500 people is very small and will be overwhelmed by a crowd of more than 1,000 cavalry in an instant.
The cavalry approached at a relatively slow pace, and the sound of neat horse hooves beat my heart like a war drum. The spears in their hands were resting on their shoulders, with the tips of their spears pointing diagonally toward the sky, pretending to be reinforcements as they slowly approached the camp.
, prepare to kill the enemy by surprise.
At dusk, alerted by the dull sound of horse hooves, the enemy guards standing on the watchtower shouted at the top of their lungs to the people below.
It happened to be dinner time, and the camp was full of soldiers running around, looking for weapons, officers, and queues...
Many people were still holding rice bowls in their hands. Gradually, some people saw the clothes on the cavalry who were getting closer and closer, and they began to yell and curse.
The shouting and cursing brought new chaos to the camp. Many people who had just obtained weapons began to walk towards their jobs... They already knew that they were their own army, so why were they nervous?
There was even a small officer leading a few people towards the camp gate. He looked like he was preparing to open the door to welcome his people.
"It's an impact formation!" The guards on the watchtower finally saw our formation clearly and shouted again: "They are an impact formation! Enemy! Enemy!"
The distance is so close that there is no point in pretending.
Then an orange-red fireball shot out from our side, passed low over the heads of the cavalry, and hit the camp gate hard. This was the signal for a general attack!
The tight formation immediately dispersed, the originally pointed upward spears were flattened, and the slow and orderly sound of horse hooves suddenly became extremely chaotic! The moment they saw the signal, the cavalry entered the sprint speed one by one.
The enemy holding the job was once again running around like headless flies. However, the fact that the enemy turned into reinforcements and then turned into enemies made them unable to react. There must be some confusion in their eyes, which can be seen from the speed at which they slowed down.
come out.
The first wave of impact was five hundred cavalry, which were divided into ten columns and then rushed towards the camp under my watch. Each person kept five arms' space from his companions on the left and right to facilitate the use of weapons. Between the front and rear columns, there were
Leave a distance of fifteen horse lengths.
The cavalrymen bent over, pressed their bodies tightly against the horses' backs, and kept urging their mounts with the spurs attached to their heels. Their goal was to rush to the other end of the camp.
Martin Luther and I were riding on horses, quietly watching all this from a slightly higher place, with a small group of messengers and several staff officers behind us.
"What do you think?" Martin Luther said to me, pointing to the first wave of cavalry that was attacking.
"A rabble!" I replied with a wry smile: "There is no sign of being well-trained!"
Although I really hope that my army will fight a beautiful battle of annihilation for the first time, I have to tell the truth, because our light cavalry in the impact has already had some changes in formation. The ones in the front are the most obvious, and some rush to
In the front, some are lagging behind, while others are still trying their best to maintain their position.
"You are not stingy with harsh words." Martin Luther said to me seriously: "This is your army."
"So what? It's because they are my army that I comment like this! When this battle is over, I have to repair them." As I spoke, I watched the cavalry rush into the enemy's camp.
.
The small camp has no protection. There are some neatly set up tents in a circle of thin-looking fences, and some supplies are piled in the open space.
The fence of the camp was blown to pieces by the magicians with fireballs, leaving a few wooden bars swaying like weak grass in the wind.
Amidst the sound of horse hooves, the cavalry in the front row broke through the fence and mercilessly stabbed the enemy infantry who were scattered in twos and threes with their spears, trying their best to maintain the speed of the impact along the way.
Speed, speed, that is the life of the cavalry.
There were a lot of elf magicians mixed in the last few rows of the team, and they began to send out a lot of wind damage magic. Before the opponent had time to organize an effective defense, even a small magic wind blade had a very powerful effect.
Lethality.
"This looks good." Martin Luther was also observing carefully and was praising. It happened that a cavalryman's spear pierced the enemy's body and he couldn't withdraw it in time. In the exclamation, he was dragged off his horse by his own spear. The cavalryman behind him
Without stopping for him, a bloody mist rose, and he had turned into flesh...
"A useless sacrifice." He shook his head: "It seems that your repair plan has to be advanced!"
I frowned slightly and opened my eyes wide, trying to see more details while grasping the overall situation.
But the results were disappointing.
The previous military meeting decided that the first wave of impact should cause extreme panic and confusion to the enemy, and then the troops behind would launch a fatal attack from the side.
To this end, not only were all the magicians and the strongest soldiers given to the first wave of troops, they were also asked to bring a large number of hooks used to pull down the tents.
The first is the problem caused by weapons. At extremely high speeds, it is not difficult for the spear as the main weapon to pierce the enemy's body, but it is not easy to take it back. It requires a pair of extremely dexterous hands and abundant resources.
experience of.
Or you can retract it immediately when it penetrates to a suitable depth; or you can choose the place to penetrate, usually above the chest, use a long gun to make a hole, and at the same time open your arm and lift it up, and draw a semicircle with the gun body behind it.
Arc, flipping the enemy's body backward and dragging out the gun.
The result? Some guys closed their guns in advance because they underestimated, and the direct consequence was that they did not lose the enemy's combat effectiveness. Some people sprained their wrists or dislocated their shoulders because the tail of the gun did not rise enough.
What's more, he was dragged off the horse by the rope hook used to pull down the enemy's tent! Fortunately, the enemy was very panicked, and many people were knocked to the ground by the horse and trampled to death. Otherwise, how would these rookies want to win the battle?
The people at the front have already rushed to the center line of the camp, knocking down many enemies along the way. But looking at their situation, it looks like they are being chased. Their formation is messy and ugly!
If it weren't for the many experienced officers as the backbone, if it weren't for the elf magicians with profound magical attainments to help clean up the mess, if it weren't for the clever tactical arrangements that confused the enemy in advance, if it wasn't for the greater number to attack the fewer,
If it wasn't a raid... I don't dare to think about it anymore.
"Send the signal! The cavalry on the flank begins to attack!" I gave the order.
"But when the flanking troops attacked, the people behind the first wave of cavalry had not left yet! This will hurt our own people!" shouted one of his staff officers. In the enemy camp, there were probably nearly a hundred people who fell off their horses and were fighting with the enemy.
Kill in a group.
"I-said-assault!"
I gave him a slap in the face and my palms were numb. There was no time to explain. If we continue to entangle like this, not only will the fallen man be dead, but the enemy will also be able to organize an effective defense!
Three fireballs shot into the sky, and the cavalry on the side of the camp shouted loudly and began to attack.
This team was led by Haiert and Mafa. Having learned from the past, their assault formation was relatively neat.
If the first wave of attacks was like a black whirlwind blowing through the camp, this wave of attacks was like a swarm of black locusts.
Under the direction of Martin Luther and I, they maintained their formation at a slightly slower pace, eliminated all enemies standing on the road, and pulled down all the tents... The people with superb horsemanship also tried their best to pull down those who had fallen off their horses.
The unfortunate guy pulled up his horse.
Of course, not every unlucky person has such luck, and not all of them die tragically at the feet of their own people.
The first wave of cavalry had already rushed to the other side of the camp. Under the scolding of the frustrated officer, they hurriedly turned... and rushed into the camp again.
In the camp, screams and shouts of killing could be heard. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the weapons, and occasionally a reflection with the aura of death flashed...
The five hundred infantrymen collapsed completely under the repeated attacks of one thousand cavalry. Except for a few smoke-emitting ones lying on the ground half-dead and moaning, the others were completely dead.
"Clean up the battlefield immediately!" Martin Luther and I rode into the camp side by side.
"What do you want to do?" Martin Luther asked me in a low voice.
"We can't continue fighting like this!" I said, "If we fight like this, we will definitely lose!"
Post-war meeting.
All the officers stood beside me and Martin Luther, listening to Grandpa Martin’s post-war summary.
"In general, boys." Martin Luther did not give any face: "You have lost the battle!"
"But haven't we achieved our goal?" Someone among the officers retorted in a low voice.
"Yes, we have achieved our goal!" said Martin Luther: "But how many more warriors have we lost?"
"According to statistics." Haiert looked at the battle damage report in his hand: "One hundred and twenty-three soldiers were killed, 64 were seriously injured, and minor injuries were not counted. About one hundred horses were lost."
"Achieve the goal? The opponent only has 500 infantry! Only 500 infantry!" I shouted loudly: "We dispatched more than a thousand cavalry and magicians, and we still attacked in a sneak attack! We lost so many people! You still have the nerve to call such a thing?
Is the result a victory?”
"Who are the dead soldiers? Are they just soldiers? No! They are brothers who fight side by side with us! They are the backbone of our army in the future! They are the fire! You go and say to the dead soldiers, go and talk! Talk about us
Victory! Go and stand among your dead brothers and say this to their corpses!"
The voices of argument were gone.
"Of course, I can't blame you entirely. Our army has just been established, and there will definitely be problems of one kind or another. You are also working hard on the battlefield. I have eyes, and I have seen all of this!" Seeing the officers lowering their heads,
My tone softened a bit: "But at the same time, I also saw your carelessness before the war and your laxity after the war!
Officers are role models for soldiers. If you treat them with this attitude, what attitude will the soldiers treat you with?"
"It's our fault!" The officers were finally not stupid and understood: "Please punish me, Governor!"
"There is no rush now, there is still a tough battle to be fought." I shook my hand and said, "The junior officers will go back immediately to deal with the aftermath and boost morale, while the mid-level and senior officers will stay to discuss the next battle."
"The scouts have received the latest news. The enemy's main force has approached the border. Under the pursuit of our foreign friends, they lost some people. Now there are about 1,560 left. Including the enemy soldiers at the entrance to the desert, there are about 1,500 people left. A little more than two thousand. We are still one day away!" After the junior officers left, Martin Luther began to read the battle report, and everyone present listened attentively to his slightly hoarse and majestic voice.
Helter then explained our situation: "Our current strength is 1,400 cavalry, as well as some other arms."
"This is the situation. Let's think about it carefully." I said, "How should we fight next? Everyone can speak."
The open map was spread out in the open space, and the officers discussed it in the flickering light of a few torches. Occasionally, there would be fierce quarrels.
"What is certain is that if we face the enemy head-on." Martin Luther said categorically: "We have no chance of winning! You don't need to think about it in this regard."
Looking at the frustrated faces of the officers, I encouraged everyone: "It's just that we are not sure about facing the enemy head-on. This is our weakness. But we also have advantages! Let's analyze it first."
Geert was the first to speak: "The soldiers have not had the opportunity to receive complete cavalry training. This is our weakness."
"Our soldiers are relatively skilled in pure infantry warfare." Moya said: "And the weapons and equipment are very good! The morale is also good. These are our advantages."
It seems that Moya, like Helter, has been growing up slowly.
"What about the enemies? What do they have? What do they not have?" I lost no time in reminding everyone.
"Judging from their speed, you can tell that they are a very experienced light cavalry unit! They are very powerful..." Martin Luther explained to us the enemy's advantages one by one.
Precise vision, unique insights, and well-founded. This is something we novices can't do now, so that everyone can be convinced.
"The enemy's disadvantage lies in their fatigue, and they are still being pursued, so they will suffer certain losses." An officer whispered his opinion: "Let's use our advantages to attack the enemy's disadvantages!"
"That's right." I commented on his suggestion: "This is a truth that everyone understands, but how to do it specifically?"
Another officer bowed to me, pointed at the map and said: "We can create various conditions that are beneficial to us and at the same time paralyze the enemy."
This proposal was approved by everyone, and the officers came up with various methods, many of which were insightful. Gradually, we made a plan.
"Okay!" Looking at the sky, I motioned for everyone to stop the discussion. Grandpa Martin looked at me with a smile on his face.
"Since everyone has the same idea, let's do it this way!"
After everything was arranged, Martin Luther and I stood on the roadside and watched the soldiers set off under the leadership of their officers.
"Didn't you say that we should teach them a lesson?" Martin Luther asked me softly.
"Think about it, let's wait!" I saluted back to a column of soldiers who passed by and greeted me: "It's my fault for not being prepared in advance! It's also my responsibility for not having complete training. In addition to their attitude, they have some problems.
Apart from that, there are no other faults.”
"So you just reprimanded their attitude?" Martin Luther also returned the salute to the soldiers.
"No matter what, the troops still have to maintain their morale." I said, "Too many reprimands will do no good."
Martin Luther looked at me with an expression of admiration on his face: "From what I have observed these days, you are a good general and a wise general. The officers and soldiers under your command are very lucky!"
"Are you lucky? I hope so. It's going to be a tough battle tomorrow night!" I said as I looked at the sky above my head.
The vast night sky is filled with stars twinkling. (To be continued)