"Ah!" He yawned loudly, and the Seris City guard stationed on the border looked sleepily in the direction of the rising sun.
The glare of the sun made him involuntarily squint his eyes and look away. But soon, he realized something and looked at the eastern horizon again.
"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" He blocked the sun with his hands and looked into the distance while kicking his companions with his feet: "Mayne's soldiers! There are so many Mayne's soldiers!"
"Why are you kicking me? Soldiers of Mayne? How could they come to the border for training at this time..." Another sleeping soldier struggled to stand up, and the armor collided with each other and made a crisp sound.
"What are you talking about, Mayne's soldiers? Huh? Damn it! Send the alarm! Mayne is attacking!" He rubbed his eyes and looked in the direction pointed by his companion. The soldier who had just been woken up was completely sleepless and shouted loudly.
"Light the beacon! Hurry! Mayne has invaded!" Immediately, he lay on the edge of the watchtower and shouted to his companions under the tower: "Hurry up and light the fire! Hurry!"
"Rain of arrows!" Before anyone could react, a hail of bows and arrows flew from Mayne's side. These bows and arrows fell from the sky and landed on the high watchtower.
"Ah!" Caught off guard, a soldier was covered with arrow shafts and struggled to fall off the high platform. Where he fell, Siris's soldiers poured a barrel of black kerosene onto the dry firewood.
"Shield! Shield!" kicked away the arrow shaft stuck on the ground. The officer in charge of the observation tower drew his sword, raised the huge shield, and loudly reminded his men.
Mayne's cavalry had already swarmed in at this time, and they were as numerous as ants. After serving here for three years, this was the first time that Siris' officer saw so many Mayne soldiers.
It's over... This is the thought in his mind. Around him, a huge beacon has been ignited, the enemy's second round of arrow rain has also fallen, and all the soldiers have raised their shields.
"Boom!" The Mayne soldiers carrying the giant log began to hit the door of the beacon tower. The soldiers on the beacon tower clenched their weapons in fear.
The enemy suddenly attacked and they had no chance to retreat. When Mayne's soldiers rushed in, they would have no choice but to meet death.
"We can't let them put out the beacon fire! Long live Eilanthil! Long live Seris!" Looking at the crumbling door, the officer raised the sword in his hand.
"Kill!" A few lone soldiers around him raised their shields and blocked the stone stairs leading up to the beacon tower, pointing their sharp swords at the door.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the door of the beacon tower was finally knocked open by a giant tree, and soldiers from the Principality of Mayne swarmed up. What greeted them were solid shields and sharp sword blades.
Metal collided with metal, and the first few soldiers from the Principality of Mayne who rushed up the stone stairs screamed and fell down. More Mayne soldiers rushed up with weapons in hand.
The Seris guards fell one after another, and the remaining people had to retreat to the steps. Behind them, the beacon fire had rolled up to the white clouds, covering the sky and the sun.
In the direction of the crenellations of the beacon wall, the Mayne soldiers who had climbed up with ladders surrounded the few Serien guards left. Soon, Mayne's soldiers overwhelmed their opponents.
When Ensel climbed onto the high platform, the blood stains on it had not yet dried and solidified. The body of Officer Serris was still lying next to the fire, and the ground was still full of unrecovered arrows.
After kicking the corpse, Ensel had a look of disgust on his face: "Put out this fire! Hurry up!"
Behind him, in the direction of the hinterland of Seris, a series of black smoke pillars extended into the distance and disappeared at the end of the horizon.
"Speed up the march! Don't let the Elanthir family have any time to react!" Ensel looked down at the body of the Siris officer and ordered with a frown.
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With an angry expression, Chris pushed open the door of the conference hall with both hands. Due to the excessive force, the two doors hit the walls on both sides, making a loud bang.
He was wearing a black armor, and the armor plates on his body hit each other with firm steps, making a nice clattering sound.
"Mayne actually came to the door to die?" As soon as he entered the door, an angry voice echoed on the sorghum, making people's ears buzz.
"Ensel is greedy and treacherous... He has not declared war on us! His troops crossed the border yesterday and are probably at the edge of the eastern forest today." Deans said to Chris worriedly.
"General Waggron has prepared his army. 500 cavalry and 500 new troops are ready to set off at any time." Waggron's adjutant held his helmet and stood beside Chris, reporting on the combat readiness.
"Let's go immediately! Let's block the opponent at the exit of the eastern forest for a decisive battle! There we can take advantage of our firepower!" Chris looked at the map and made up his mind to block the opponent.
Although the opponent has a military advantage, Chris is still confident that he can defeat his opponent. Now he is thinking about how to quickly expand the results after defeating this enemy army.
"Save Waggron from participating in the battle! Order him to take 300 cavalry, 300 new troops, and 10 artillery, take a small road to bypass the main force of Mayne, and directly attack Mayne Castle!" After thinking for about a second, Chris decided
Let's do a two-pronged approach.
He has no time to waste. While defeating his opponent, he can seize the opponent's rear base, expand his territory, and solve future troubles. This is a more reasonable way of fighting.
But in this way, Chris's troops facing Ensel head-on only had a pitiful 400 men. Even including the soldiers who retreated in the direction of Mayne, Chris's troops would not exceed 500.
The number of enemies is four times that of Chris! This kind of battle does not seem to be suspenseful: it is not impossible to win battles with less, but it rarely happens after all.
"Sir! Isn't it a bit risky to divide the troops under such circumstances?" Waggron's adjutant asked worriedly.
"Is it a risk to defeat 2,000 people with 10 cannons?" Chris looked at the adjutant, with a cruel smile on his face: "I'm afraid they surrender too early, not enough for me to vent my hatred!"
"This is the arrangement! I will personally lead 500 soldiers to fight Unsel in the eastern forest! You and Waggron will attack Mayne... and we will never cause any further trouble!"
"Yes! Sir!" The adjutant made a fist with his right hand, pressed it on his chest and lowered his head in response: "Long live Ailan Hill!"
"Diens! You personally take charge of Seris City!" Chris looked at the somewhat nervous Deans and Strider, and began to assign tasks.
After explaining to Deans, he looked at Strider and said, "Personally escort 1,000 gold coins to the Arant Empire! Prepare to pay Mayne's tribute after our victory!"
Now is not the time to fall out with the Alant Empire. If you capture Mayne, you must give an explanation to the Alant Empire. This is Chris's wishful thinking.
As long as the Arant Empire does not pursue the occupation of Mayne, Chris can develop and expand his power with peace of mind and make his territory more powerful.
One day later, Chris led 400 soldiers to join more than 80 retreating soldiers on the outskirts of the eastern forest, blocking the only way to Seris City from the eastern deep forest.
In the afternoon of that day, Ensel led 200 cavalry and 1,800 pieced together infantry and appeared far away from Chris's camp.
Because it was already late and neither side had any intention of starting a war that day, Chris sent someone to send a letter to Ensel, condemning Ensel's despicable behavior of starting an undeclared war.
As a result, Ensel also responded with a letter, arrogantly demanding that Chris surrender immediately and donate all his wealth and territory.
Of course, the two sides would not stop fighting, but just rest and prepare for the decisive battle. Early the next morning, Chris organized the soldiers to march out of his camp and set up a battle formation with Ensel.
Ensel also planned to complete his victory in one battle, leading 1,000 main infantry and 200 cavalry in a position 3 kilometers away from Chris's troops.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The dull sound of war drums beat on everyone's chest, making the air thicker and making breathing difficult.
The battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the straight spear stood before Chris's eyes like a forest.
The dark vine patterns on his body were entwined on the armor, exquisite and delicate, shimmering with a slight cold light. The war horse under his crotch snorted uneasily, and the horse's hooves as big as a bowl kept tapping the ground.
This is the first time Chris has experienced a real battle. No matter how rich the knowledge in his mind is, he will inevitably be a little nervous. Fortunately, judging from the number of people, this is only a battalion-level battle and does not exceed the limit of grams.
Reese's imaginary categories.
"The infantry force on our front is too small, less than 100! We cannot allow the enemy to attack! Otherwise we will not have the capital to survive!" Chris was thinking about the next tactics in his mind, and gently placed his fingers on the hilt of the sword.
Tapping. This was his habit in his previous life. Every time he thought, he liked to tap his fingers on a hard object.
The two hundred cavalry in his hand will be used for subsequent counterattacks and cleaning the battlefield. They cannot easily join the battle at this time.
Therefore, he did not have the capital to consume each other with the enemy, and could only rely on firepower to defeat the opponent by surprise, quickly turning the decisive battle into a one-sided attack and pursuit.
"Order! The artillery loads grenades! Five ammunition bases... get ready to fire! Wait for my order!" Chris thought of this, turned sideways and gave instructions to a messenger next to him.
The messenger pulled the reins and immediately went to convey Chris's order. At this moment, on the horizon, Mayne's phalanx began to move forward slowly to the accompaniment of war drums.
