445 Vecchia's Counterattack (7)

When the report of "an ambush in the front of the Legion" arrived, the Marquis of Raldian Winnaren was shocked.

On both sides of the hill in front, it was quiet and pleasant just now, but in the blink of an eye, countless black spots suddenly appeared, and the range quickly expanded. Seeing this scene, Wen Nalun couldn't help but feel frightened and his mouth was dry.

"What's going on?" said Wennalun, standing up straight on his horse, muttering to himself. "Where did these Wikibians come from, and what are they doing?"

He was a little puzzled by what was happening in front of him. He never expected that the enemy army, who had been copied by three breads, would really take such a bold and fierce offensive regardless of the danger of being flanked from both sides

According to their original assumption, the Vichians in a besieged situation should be committed to defense in the face of numerous enemies, narrowing the battle line into a dense formation

On the other hand, the Ryerdian army advanced in three directions at the same time, laying a net of heaven and earth, concentrating forces, and slowly and accurately depleting the enemy's defenses.

This is the most typical offensive and defensive situation, and there have been many excellent famous players who have become famous in this way, and their achievements are still praised. This time, however, the enemy did not fall into the urn of the Ryordians.

"What's the matter? The commander of the enemy army doesn't know how to use troops at all, how can there be such a way of fighting?" Watching the dense rain of arrows on both sides of the hill cut his troops in half, Wen Nalun unconsciously said these stupid words, and the shape in front of him was too weird

The long march allowed the soldiers of the Winneren Legion to avoid the danger of being annihilated, and the Wikibians seemed to be far more interested in the 10,000 forwards in front than in the 20,000 main forces behind, and countless arrows fell on the heads of the troops in front like a rainstorm, and the soldiers behind became spectators

"This is too unreasonable," Wen Nalun muttered in a low voice, "What about my lord?" the adjutant's voice also seemed a little restless.

This tone violently touched every nerve of Wen Nalun, and Wen Naren glared fiercely at the adjutant who liked to ask questions when it was out of place,

In fact, when the plan of the three armies was proposed at the meeting, the Wenneron Regiment of the second-line light infantry was resolutely opposed, among the three troops, his 30,000 light infantry was the weakest in combat, and the scattered attack of the three armies was an extremely favorable opportunity for meritorious service for the other two legions, but for his Winnaron Legion, if he encountered 40,000 Vekia troops who were good at fighting, he would only be beaten

However, the other two corps commanders still did not care about his feelings, and set the situation of the three armies to encircle, not without the suspicion that they wanted to get rid of him as a "drag oil bottle" and let him be used as bait.

Wen Nalen is not a fool, he knows very well that if the Wikibians are about to be pushed to death, they will definitely choose their relatively weak legion as a breakthrough,

"I'm a bait" For such a decision, Wen Naren felt both angry and helpless, but his opposition seemed so pale in front of the other two powerful legion commanders,

The war-hungry Marquis of Willilai almost ignored the commander of the 2nd line army, who only had the title of baron, and only whispered a few words to the Kurds next to him, and positioned the tone of the meeting from the discussion of the strategic layout to the encirclement of the three armies.

Under the suppression of the two military bosses, Wen Nalun, who had a low title and status, could only choose to accept it, and even in order to prevent the bait of the Wen Nalun Legion from not being executed as planned, the Marquis of Willilai sent his cronies and staff to Wen Nalun's side

Looking at the panicked adjutant beside him, Wen Nalun couldn't wait to kick to death this aristocratic staff member who could only shout big words.

Isn't the person who sang the song that the victory will be won in three directions? Then, now that you are facing failure, you should naturally take responsibility and come up with countermeasures, so you don't dare to ask me "what to do" now, but now is not the time to get angry.

The situation in front of him really shocked Wen Nalun, this time the siege of the Ryerdian army had 80,000 people, of which 20,000 were elite cavalry with excellent mobility and combat power, but the Viktian army was only 40,000.

Completely different from what was expected, the whole situation was completely chaotic, and the Wikiasian army did not rush from the front as expected, but from both sides should be the direction of the friendly army's marching route.

This is really incredible, is it that the other two troops are finished? This sudden thought made Wen Nalun, who has always been known for his calmness and steadiness, feel cold behind his back,

Originally, it was intended to encircle and annihilate 40,000 enemy troops with 80,000 superior troops of three legions, but now the situation has changed, and the enemy has emerged from the place where it should have been a friendly army, and the 30,000 troops of the Wennaron Army, which is weak, have to fight the enemy army with almost twice the number of people alone.

"No" Wen Nalun's keen eye soon found that the number of Wiki troops on both sides of the hill was insufficient, although it seemed that the arrows were flying sideways, and a large area was densely packed, but if you looked closely, you would find that the attack density of the Wikia army was far from enough,

"It seems that the losses of the Wikians are not small" Wen Nalun could feel that the Wikian army on his flanks would definitely not exceed 20,000 people

"Emergency contact with the 2nd and 6th squadrons in the center, select the enemy forces weaker on the left to surprise the other squadrons, and assemble in the corps main position"

Winneron ordered loudly, unlike the other Ryrdian captains, he did not have a distinguished background or noble blood, he was a mercenary who had joined the Ryrdian army with Marshal Berlant,

It took countless bloody battles to climb from humble soldier to the current position of baron, and if it weren't for his origin, he might have become a famous general of Ruier, and his keen observation of the battlefield has been integrated into his blood

"Yes, my lord" the adjutant shouted loudly, but his movements and expressions were full of despair, he swayed from side to side, but he didn't know what to do, the sudden fierce offensive of the Vikia army frightened this adjutant who was born in a big nobleman and had been working as a staff member in the rear,

He had never been on the front line of the battlefield, and he had never seen people die like this, and the fallen corpses were like a wheat field under the rain of arrows,

The terrible howls and the chaotic queue of soldiers who rushed past him were at a loss,

This is the battlefield a sense of powerlessness spread in his heart, the surrounding scene made him feel like he was in hell, the strategic ideas and calculations that used to be just on a parchment scroll turned out to be not just monotonous numbers, they were real fresh life and blood

"What are you still doing in a daze, immediately send four teams of liaison cavalry to the second and sixth squadrons respectively," Wen Nalun shouted to the pale-faced adjutant beside him,

If it weren't for the background of this idiot, Wen Nalun would have slashed him with a knife,

Such a mixture of military prowess, such a mixture of aristocracy, abounded in the army of Ryerdian, which was a deformed product of the combination of knighthood and aristocracy

The two squadrons of the "assault", having received the order, charged the Vykian army on the hill along the left side of the hill,

They raised the light shields in their hands and rushed upwards against the arrowheads, the hills on both sides were not high, and although the shields of the arrows collided with each other, and their companions were constantly shot to the ground, the long line of Rui Erdian's army still rushed up the mountainside, like a wave that kept rolling upward, one rain of arrows in front broke up, and another rushed up from behind

"My lord, our troops are insufficient" The heralds who asked for help kept running from the front, in addition to the 10,000 forwards who were suppressed in the pass, there were also 2 main squadrons, and nearly 8,000 assault troops fought on the slopes of the hills.

The Vecchians above had already discovered their attempt, and the attack that had originally suppressed the advance fell on the heads of 5,000 people in an instant, and the two squadrons were suppressed on the mountainside and did not dare to move

"The hill on the right side of the hill has found the Ryrdian army" At the same time, the hill's Crorysat received a report from the scout, and the Ryrdian mid-lane legion, which passed by him, began to move in the direction of the Wennaron army that was ambushed, obviously attracted by the situation here

"My lord, since the fish has been baited, let's order it to do it here," a Vekia flag leader said beside Crorysat, with a sinister smile in his eager voice

"Holylit will be handed over to you here," Croryssatt looked at the Raldian army on the mountainside, nodded to the flag leader, and ran towards the hill in the distance with the guards behind him

"Huohuo" Wen Nalun heard the chaos in front of him, "What's going on?" he turned back angrily,

"Bumper" flashes of light instantly stained his face. The enemy began to launch a final attack, a volley of ten thousand arrows, and the intensity of the attack was much greater in an instant.

The fireballs were pushed down by the Vecchians from the slope on the left, and the fireballs dragged out a trail of burning flames on the hilly slope, and the heat energy and flames emitted expanded, and the resulting light lit up half of the sky.

"Damn it, I was fooled" Wen Nalun's face turned red and clenched five fingers, under the suppression of arrows and fireballs on both sides, the 2 squadrons on the mountainside were completely in a desperate situation, and there was a trap on the left, his judgment was not wrong, I don't know what the reason is, the Vikchian army was indeed insufficient in numbers in this ambush, but it designed a clever trap to level the advantages of both sides,

"My lord, this is the whole set of we will die, everyone will die, let's retreat" The adjutant's crying plea sounded in Wen Nalun's ears

"Retreat, do you want me to leave these more than 10,000 brothers and run away alone" Wen Nalun glared at him viciously, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and the horsewhip in his hand turned into a phantom,

The crunch of the "snap" whip and the adjutant's screams rang out at the same time, and the timid nobleman tumbled off his horse

"Herald 2nd, 7th Squadron pressed up, no matter what, the others must be saved" Wennalun shouted to the herald behind him, brandishing his bloody horsewhip

"Stop" Marquis Willilai, the commander of the thirteenth legion of Ruierdian, violently reined in his restless war horse and waved his hand to the cavalry group following behind him,

His brown eyes swept over a hill in the distance, and through his direction, he could see that at the top of the hill in front of him, in the morning mist that had not yet completely dissipated, countless black shadows loomed in dense patches.

"Attention may be the Wikiians" There was a hint of solemnity in the voice of the Marquis of Willilai, after knowing the tragic end of the Kurdish cavalry legion, although his enthusiasm for fighting against the Vycians had diminished a lot, but the fighting spirit became stronger

"Order the whole army to press, we will work with the Vinnaron Legion to crush the Wikibians" Willilai looked at the reddened sky, and the sound of fighting from the other side of the hill,

Shouting and drawing his saber, the red cloak he wore behind him was blown by the cracking wind, like a battle flag flying in the air.