The news that pirates and barbarians would rush into Muxi Town spread like wildfire throughout the Silver Ring Alliance.
Compared with the regular troops of the Northern Army and the Southern Army, the nobles are obviously more anxious about this shameless behavior. In their view, there is no doubt that the attack on Muxi Town will be successful. The key lies in how
Distribute the spoils of war. Although it was agreed in advance, the Yinhuan Army
It is divided equally with the pirate barbarians, but the person who comes first, no matter who it is, whether it is public or private, will always share more property than others. This has been a practice for thousands of years. When I saw the fat in my mouth, I actually
How could the greedy nobles endure it if they were robbed by a group of pirates and barbarians who got there first?
As a result, a strange landscape appeared on the marching route. In the front section of the army, the nobles with their own private soldiers, under the temptation of wealth, rushed to be the first. The Southern Army and the Northern Army were under the command of Commander Roderick.
Under the urging, the emergency march was in the middle section, while the rear section of the coalition army was composed of baggage trains and logistics regiments.
At the beginning, these three sections of troops maintained a relatively safe distance from each other. They sent out messengers at regular intervals to confirm each other's status, and scouts also continued to explore the surrounding situation.
But with the passage of time and the boring march, the distance between the army sections became wider and wider, and the messengers and scouts gradually disappeared. From the commander to the cooks, everyone had only one thought in their mind: Damn it.
Why haven’t you arrived at Muxi Town yet?
By noon on the fourth day, the three-day forced march had exhausted almost every soldier's endurance, and the entire army was exhausted. The distance between the front and middle sections of the coalition had widened to 75 kilometers, and the vanguard troops at the front of the middle section were far away.
Looking out, you can't even see the dust raised by the troops in the front section.
As a successor scout, Edgar implanted a new supernatural chameleon disguise in Todd's laboratory a few days ago, which allowed him to get closer to the enemy without being discovered.
He ran at full speed on the plain with a low body, and came to the woods under a hillock, where he found Cumberland who was eating bread with a water bag.
When the old knight saw the returning scout, he wiped his mouth, handed the food and water in his hand to the scout, and waited for the report.
Edgar, who had not eaten for most of the day, had no intention of being polite. He took the bread and water and started eating and drinking. After a while, the scout, who felt a little better in his stomach, said to the old knight: "The enemy
It was divided into three sections. The people at the front had different clothes, armors, weapons and badges. They looked like there was no formation. The people in the middle of the mess were obviously regular troops, by the way! I even heard someone call someone
The man named Roderick is the commander..."
"Marquis Roderick? That arrogant bastard?" Cumberland rubbed his hands happily and beamed: "This is a great good thing for us."
"Sir, we can already see the coalition's forward."
After hearing the report from his subordinates, Cumberland waved his hand indifferently: "Let them pass, our target is the enemy's commander."
Huggins, wearing full armor, came over with twelve of his subordinates and asked Cumberland: "Commander, when will we attack?"
The old man did not answer his question, but stared at the thirteen cavalry in front of him who were all hidden under armor, and said: "I heard from the commander of the regiment that you carry a secret weapon that can defeat the enemy with one blow?
I'm a little curious."
Huggins shook his head, with helplessness in his voice: "Sir, believe me, you will regret it after seeing it."
Cumberland said nonchalantly: "Since the commander of the regiment has said it is a secret weapon, I will no longer press for an answer. I ask you and your subordinates to come from the northeast when I lead the troops to attract the enemy's attention.
Directly attack the coalition's commander's guard. Remember! You only have one chance! If you fail, I will have to use a strong attack to defeat this army."
Huggins put his fist on his chest, patted the armor on his heart, and nodded heavily.
Half an hour later, the middle section of the Silver Ring Coalition Army appeared.
Looking down from the sky, we can see that the front of the middle section of the army is the Northern Army, and the rear is the Southern Army. Marquis Roderick's guard is sandwiched in the middle.
Cumberland got on his horse behind the mound, looked at the subordinates behind him who had fought with him through life and death countless times, without saying much, he just hit the shield with the hilt of his sword, and shouted loudly: "Attack!"
The cavalry and sergeants who were ready to go, raised their weapons, took steps, and rolled towards the enemy in front of them like a tsunami.
A long and sharp roar echoed across the battlefield.
"Enemy attack!"
The first battle of Muxi's defense has begun.
After a hail of arrows from both sides, the two armies collided without any fanfare. Shields smashed against shields, sword blades struck at armors, and huge and harsh metal collision sounds continued to be heard.
Cumberland chose the attack point at the junction of the formations of the Southern Army and the Northern Army, and put more of the main attack force on the Northern Army. This was done partly because the two armies were still unfamiliar with each other.
On the other hand, attacking at the junction is more effective because there are many people in the Southern Army who once belonged to the same army as ours, and they may not give their best in battle.
As he expected, the soldiers of the Southern Legion, after recognizing the familiar faces on the opposite side, immediately adopted an attack method with loud thunder and small raindrops. They roared louder than anyone else, but stepped back and struck with their swords.
They are wearing more of their own shields.
Marquis Roderick looked at the battle situation in front of him and trembled with fear. He shouted an order to the messenger: "Tell those damn bastards in front of you! Immediately! Immediately! Get back here!"
Just when the messengers had just left, the roaring sound of horse hooves was heard from the northeast of the battlefield.
The thirteen knights maintained a neat and uniform battle line. No horse was behind, and no horse was forward. The knights raised their spears to the same height without any trembling. They always pointed to the step of the horse's hooves directly ahead.
, the same rhythm, the same amplitude.
After being briefly stunned by this strange scene, the company captains of the Southern Army and the Northern Army finally remembered their responsibilities and shouted loudly: "Archers!"
Hundreds of bows were raised, and arrows shining with black iron were pointed at the galloping knights.
"Fire the arrow!"
Along with the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air, a dense rain of arrows shot into the air.
To everyone's surprise, the knights' horses accelerated, and the arrows that landed on the ground were left behind them. The speed became faster and faster, and in the end, even the afterimage of the horses' hooves could not be identified with the naked eye.
It only took a dozen seconds to reach a distance of more than 500 meters. The archers didn't even have time to retreat to the formation before they saw the figures of the war horses appearing in front of them.
There was a bang.
The knights crashed into the legion, as if a burning giant hit the broken wood. An infantryman holding a tower shield and wearing heavy armor was directly knocked into the air and flew back more than six meters.
He knocked down a dozen soldiers and slid to the feet of Marquis Roderick.
Huggins tapped the mount under him, and the war horse leaped into the air. He jumped into the coach's guard, raised his spear, swept out, knocked the four guard knights in front of him to the ground, and then reached out to grab him.
, the commander of the Silver Ring Alliance Army, Marquis Roderick, was dragged onto his horse...
Forty minutes later.
In another corner of the battlefield, Earl Emerson followed the baggage convoy and slowly moved forward. Suddenly, he noticed a group of lost soldiers running past him.
The count grabbed one of them, and after identifying him, shouted loudly: "I remember you are from the Northern Army! What are you doing?! This is AWOL!"
The soldier's eyes lost focus and he muttered to himself mentally: "They are riding horses from hell. They are so powerful that they cannot be killed by crossbows or spears..."
The soldier grabbed the count's arm, stared into his eyes, and growled repeatedly: "Monster! The monster is coming!"
Earl Emerson pushed the opponent away, looked into the distance, and loudly ordered: "Everyone listen to my orders! Push down the carriages and form a formation! The archers are in the center and the spearmen are outside."
The soldiers in the coalition's rear line quickly took action. They pulled the carriages filled with heavy supplies to a position where they were connected to each other. Several people worked together to overthrow the carriages to form a circular fortress.
More and more soldiers were fleeing from the front formation to the back. Under Count Emerson's loud call, some people joined the circular formation, but more people who lost their will to fight fled the battlefield.
Emerson glanced at the soldiers around him. Everyone had fear and uneasiness on their faces. He calmly stroked his mustache with his thumb and index finger, but in his heart he was thinking about what happened on the battlefield ahead.
Finally, an infantry phalanx appeared on the distant horizon. Emerson squinted and saw that the armor and horse at the commander's position seemed familiar to him.
When the infantry regiment got closer, the opposing commander took off his helmet, and the count finally saw someone he was very familiar with.
"Cumberland..."
The silver-haired old man, covered in blood from head to toe, looked at the familiar face in the car formation. He was stunned for a moment and said in his mouth: "Your Majesty, Earl Emerson?"
Two old men who were once their superiors and subordinates met again on the battlefield in a dramatic way.
"What happened with Queen Mary and Knight Commander Hermann was a mistake made by the kingdom."
What surprised Cumberland was that these were the first words Earl Emerson said.
The old knight's face was watery: "That is the past, I don't want to mention it on the battlefield. We know each other so well, why don't we save the bullshit of trying to persuade us to surrender?"
"I agree." Emerson took the helmet from his subordinate.
Cumberland commanded the troops to begin to advance. Being familiar with the opponent's tactics, he made several tentative attacks.
As he expected, the count defended the entire vehicle formation airtight, with bows, arrows, crossbows, and spears, forming an attack surface with several layers of depth. In addition, the convoy originally contained the baggage and supplies of the Silver Ring Alliance.
, food, water, and ammunition are inexhaustible. If Emerson is willing, he can even set up tents and build camps in the vehicle array to garrison for a long time.
Cumberland looked at the dense arrow tails stuck on the shield, frowned and commanded the troops to retreat, and secretly cursed: "Old turtle..."
"My lord, the enemy has retreated!"
Listening to the joyful shouts of his subordinates, Emerson's face was not at all relaxed: "If the enemy has fire starters on hand, or builds a temporary siege device, it will be difficult to defend this vehicle formation. All I can do now is
It is to delay time and allow more people to escape back to the capital..."
Before the earl finished speaking, a burst of cheers suddenly came from the enemy camp.
Thirteen knights appeared in everyone's field of vision from a distance. Their armors were covered with scars of various sizes. Their postures did not look like they were charging, but more like they were participating in a military parade.
At this moment, the soldiers who escaped from the front of the car formation lowered their weapons and backed away in fear. Emerson realized that the monster they talked about appeared...
Soon, the count personally verified the terrifying nature of these knights. Bows, arrows, crossbows and spears clearly pierced into their armor, but could not cause any damage. These enemies with great strength could actually grab the spears.
Drag your own soldiers out alive from the car formation.
Seeing several knights knocking the carriage almost to pieces, Emerson had to take risks and used his last weapon: "Throw out the kerosene can! Light a fire!"
Accompanied by the pungent smell and scorching red flames, a two-meter-high wall of fire rose in front of the car formation. The knights' horses were so frightened by the fierce fire that they stood up and neighed and retreated.
Just when the defenders thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, the captain of the thirteen knights dismounted and came to the wall of fire under the gaze of everyone on the battlefield. He knelt down on one knee and stretched his hands toward the burning ground.
The fire that soared into the sky suddenly died down.
The stunned soldier looked at the pale Earl Emerson: "Sir, what should we do?"
The old man smiled bitterly and said: "What else can we do? Surrender..."