Hearing this, Edward couldn't help but take a deep look at the "guard" in front of him.

can have such courage and this kind of insight, he obviously can't just be a guard, he must have his own story.

It's just that now that the war situation is imminent, it is obviously worthless to study these things in depth, thinking that his subordinates have nothing else anyway, that is, there is no shortage of cannon fodder soldiers who can be taken out and sent, even if they are sent to death in vain, they can always save a lot of food for the country, so he waved his hand and said:

"Okay, I'll hand it over to you three thousand samurai now, and I'll give you a chance......"

When he said this, Edward deliberately paused for a moment, wanting to hear the person in front of him show his loyalty, to show that he would never betray, but he didn't expect that the whole person in front of him was like a log staying there, and the people near the battlefield were also speechless, as if he was singing a one-man show.

Seeing this, in order to break the embarrassment of Fang Cai, Edward simply took a step or two forward, kicked the attendant who was kneeling on the ground to the ground, and scolded angrily.

"What are you doing in a daze, waiting to delay the fighter?"

This not only made the generals gasp, but also whipped their own generals in battle, as if they had to dig a hole in the bottom before getting on the ship.

The wise men in the tribe boasted that this Edward was a king, but they didn't expect that he would be a tyrant.

But the guard, who had just been kicked on the ground and rolled around twice, did not even look angry, but saluted Edward again very solemnly before turning to the front line.

The generals didn't know the reason for this, but thought that this warrior had a strange temperament, but just shook his head, although he did not express any opinion on the surface, but in his heart he already believed that this man was about to lead the warriors of the Wiegand tribe from one defeat to another.

They sighed to themselves that the heavens were dead to the Wigand people, but none of them stood up against Edward's "tyranny" at this time.

After all, with their ability, it's okay to complain, if they really run away from this "thigh" running from the west, and sweep away the 5,000 elite soldiers under him, it will really be a catastrophe......

However, while several tribal leaders in the camp were still planning for their own future, Edward, the "tyrant" in their eyes, was only setting his sights on the front line.

Although Edward can claim to have some knowledge of the military culture of the Prussians, he has not personally observed the power of the heavy knights when they are in battle, so when the guard leads the light infantry he has even out, although he does not see any flaws on the surface, his heart is not very calm.

This battle is to be won no matter what.

At present, the cavalry of the Great Prussians is only more than 700 horses, and they can chase after thousands of his troops and flee, and the 20,000 troops do not dare to move forward, and when their main force arrives, will this battle be fought?

What's more, the position of the hill in front of him is excellent, if anyone can occupy it, who can first understand the enemy's reality and further disposition, in this battlefield where information is extremely scarce, a little more useful information may directly affect the final victory or defeat of the war.

When the drums were beating in the hearts of the generals, it was obvious that they had not seen through the city of their lord.

And that's why Edward didn't bother to explain to them.

Most of the Wiegand people's temperament is to bully the soft and fear the hard, and their favorite thing is to fight fiercely, but this competitive character is reflected on the battlefield, and it becomes an embarrassing situation that they can't pull back when they fight against the wind, and they can't pull back when they fight against the wind.

Therefore, from the beginning, Edward did not consider the talent of the leader, or the skill of martial arts, but whether he had the determination to fight to the end.

And his own kick is actually such a temptation, if he is not strong-willed, he will either duel with him with a lot of blood, or he will directly become a soft-footed shrimp who is only submissive.

Fortunately, the guard did not disappoint him.

Looking at the guard's orderly appearance, Edward knew that he had chosen the right person.

If you don't have talent, what are you afraid of if you can't fight? Is it difficult for your own 20,000 troops to watch a play? If 3,000 people are not enough, you can add 2,000 people, and as long as you dare to fight and fight, you will always be able to win.

Edward didn't follow the "virtues" of those southerners in the past, and didn't interfere in these people's duels, on the contrary, as long as he could win, he didn't care even if he let the ambush soldiers go to fight all the way.

However, on the battlefield, although the Great Prussian cavalry, which originally occupied an advantageous geographical location, did not find the right time to attack, when they saw thousands of light infantry of the Wiegand people attacking them, they couldn't help but have a sense of absurdity in their minds.

Since ancient times, only cavalry has charged the infantry on the battlefield, so where will someone charge the cavalry with the infantry?

But having said that, seeing those tribal warriors rushing forward as if they were not afraid of death, the Duke of Varikia, who was in charge of commanding this cavalry armament, couldn't help but hesitate.

Behind these light infantry are the main forces of the Wiegand people, and if they can defeat them in time, it will be difficult for them to continue to expand the results, but they may fall into the quagmire of the sea of people and cannot extricate themselves.

Retreating would throw away the previous gains and abandon the hillock, which was obviously not suitable for further attacks by the army.

If this kind of thing like winning an advantageous position and losing it is passed back to the command camp, he will inevitably bear the name of a "coward".

Therefore, when he thought of this, he didn't hold back, but still ordered his attendants to wave the flag symbolizing the majesty of the royal family.

At this moment, it was too late to twist into a conical formation that was most suitable for charging, and the Duke could only barely swing the diamond-shaped formation towards the enemy in front of him.

Compared with the cone formation, the diamond formation is not actually inferior to the strength of the impact, but to be too risky in this situation with a large difference in numbers.

Once the forward of the diamond formation cannot penetrate the enemy's central formation, at least one-third of the soldiers on the diamond formation will have nowhere to exert their combat power.

However, the Chinese army is still in a relatively concentrated area, and the depth of the diamond-shaped charge is even greater than that of the cone, so it is not the most stressful part.

The really dangerous area is the soldiers on both wings. In addition to facing the enemy in front of them and the enemy on the flank, they are very likely to face the enemy behind and on the other side, which can no longer be described as risky, and the soldiers in such a position, as long as the battle situation is slightly unfavorable, is basically a death.

And the diamond-shaped array that has lost its wings is like a sharpened sword, only the head is hard, but it has no ability to bleed the enemy, and its lethality is at least half short.

It was also out of this consideration that when the duke was arranging the formation, he took special care of the troops deployed on the flanks, and arranged all the real ironclad knights, but arranged some attendants in the position of the Chinese army.

Although the charge was organized in a bit of a hurry, and the knights did not have time to raise their spears, so they could only draw their swords from their waists or backs to defend themselves against the enemy, but when they began to charge, the momentum was not short.

The duke himself was at the core of the Chinese army, and at the last moment when the cavalry was about to make contact with the enemy, he raised his sword high and shouted: "For Sadinia!"

And the rest of the knights shouted in a louder voice: "For Your Majesty!!"

In any case, when the prepared cavalry rushed into the camp of the light infantry, they still pierced the armament of the three thousand light infantry like hot knives.

José's knights, who were placed on one wing, cut off the heads of two light infantrymen, but Vidia, who was caught in the middle, only ran around.

In a bloody battlefield, Vidia didn't even bother to draw his bow and arrows, his proud horsemanship was a little unworthy of a real cavalry team, and just keeping up with the advancing team had already consumed all his energy.

The knights who had pierced the enemy line did not continue the attack, and out of conservatism, the Duke led the team back to the hillside again.

Of course, true warriors never run empty circles on the battlefield, and as they circled back the hillside, the knights once again weakened the weegand warriors in the swamp, and the light infantry didn't even have time to touch the butt of the Grand Pruce Knight.

The bloodied knights gasped, feeling a little complacent about their victory.

But soon, the smug smiles on their faces turned to surprise.

The light infantry they had just passed through no longer scattered like the Wiegand men before them, but regrouped in place!

In the crowd, the Duke vaguely saw that there were some people who looked like leaders trying to persuade the soldiers around them, especially their leader, who was a mediocre-looking Wiegand man, but who gave Varikia a great shock at this time.

In the rush of the fright, the Duke of Waricia deliberately sought out the commander among the Wiegand and "wounded" him with the help of two squires.

The leader fell to the ground without paying attention to his image while swinging his sword in Varikia, which caused Varikia to miss the best opportunity to kill the enemy without paying attention.

But no matter what, he still manipulated his war horse and stomped him.

The powerful hind hooves of the Prussian horse, combined with the weight of the Iron Knight above, there was no reason why this guy couldn't be kicked to death.

But it was this mortal man who stood up miraculously on the battlefield again.

Even though the corners of his mouth were no longer bleeding, although he was faltering.

But he was still advancing, he was still moving under the pressure of the cavalry.

He may have been too weak to speak, but there was still a team around him.

More and more soldiers returned to their formations, their faces showing a look of fortitude that they had never seen before.

There was no messy battle cry before, just the swing of the sword, the madness, the desire for revenge.

More than 2,000 light infantry continued to push up the hillside, stepping over the fallen corpses of friendly soldiers as if they had stepped out of the underworld.

And the knights no longer had the distance for them to charge again, nor did they have the physical strength to complete such a beautiful charge as before.

The knight's endurance may last for a while, but the horse's endurance is close to the limit.

Looking at the enemies who seemed to be immortal, the knights' hearts for the first time showed a feeling called fear.

It had been a long, long time since they had dispersed the armies of the Amak colonies in that valley, and they had not known what it was like to fight, and for a long time, bravery had been the talk of the nobles of the Empire.

And now, they want to back down.

But in any case, it is impossible to charge in time, and the more than 700 trained elites still have an advantage in combat power compared to more than 2,000 peasant hunter soldiers.

They must not be willing to give up the hillside like this.

So the knights insisted on staying where they were, and some of the attendants trembled their hands and threw their bows and arrows on their backs, and the long-range weapons of long-range destruction such as throwing spears at the Wiegand warriors who were climbing up like a tide.

In this way, they hope to disperse these barbarians who don't know what madness they have.

But such an idea is doomed to futility.

Now that these soldiers have resisted the knights' most threatening charge, why fear the casualties of their ranged weapons?

At the cost of only a few dozen lives, they made it to their final mile.

From then on, they were less than thirty paces away from the knights.

They followed the Horde tradition of attacking by throwing short spears before attacking their enemies.

Looking at the ridiculously simple weapons that were raised, the horses under the knights' crotches were in a commotion.

Bone spears are naturally difficult to damage for knights in armor or semi-armor, but not necessarily for horses under their crotch.

These dependable animals, which are widely adapted to the subtropical and temperate zones, are already somewhat unaccustomed after entering the cold northlands, and although they are taller and more powerful than their relatives in the East, they are more difficult to resist in harsh environments.

The knights have gradually dropped from the standard of three or four horses to two horses, and some knights are even a war horse, a horse for pulling a cart.

They can't afford to die a single horse.

At the moment, their only reliable method of warfare should be to climb down from their horses and meet the enemy on foot, relying on the advantage of the slope, they can completely withstand these strong crossbow infantry at the end of the army.

But the knights rejected the request.

One of the knights looked at the raised spears and said, "If we dismount, what knight can we call them?"

After saying that, they withdrew back from the front line one after another.

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