Chapter 24: An Unexpected Decisive Battle (I)

The weather at the turn of spring and summer is always uncertain, and last night there was a cold air in the woods, but by the time the sun appeared in the morning, it was already a good place to cool off under the trees.

Knight Marcus divided his troops into three parts, with Knight Jose leading a group of light infantry, followed by Sergeant Garcia from the duke's command, and all the light warriors in the army who could ride horses had other uses, they were organized into a group of light cavalry, "to teach the Wiegands a lesson." Marcus said to the José knight with a smile.

As for the rest of the heavy troops, they were all led by Marcus himself, and Vedia was also left by his side.

After a whole night of sentinel missions, General Pit Viper was also a little tired, he categorically did not expect that the target he had been chasing for half a day was just a bald Satin missionary, and not only did he not find the slightest useful clue in him, but also lost a handful of men.

He touched his nose – he had a mutilated scar on it, which was evidence of his years of dog ownership.

"My lord, we must be prepared with both hands, I have caught one, but I don't know if there is another one of the cunning Great Prus. ”

Thoreau stood in front of the military tent and looked at this man deeply, he has followed him since he was a child, his loyalty is naturally undoubted, and as for the ability to do things, he can also be called a good hand.

"I remember your words, Modo. I'll do this, you can go and lie down in the tent for a while. ”

This morning's report from General Viper still made Thoreau quite chilled, he never thought that in such a small town, there were still good people who engaged in intelligence. He felt that the previous plan was too slow, even if it was a net that was laid out, he could not be satisfied, in order to prevent future troubles, he felt that it was better to pull out the thorns in his back first, which would reassure him.

Thoreau's camp was originally built on a small hillside, so he could get a good view.

By now, the Weygan forces had surrounded the town, and Thoreau had been doing far more than the people around him could do, both before and after the war. He learned from his enemies, he learned some simple drawing techniques from a great Pruz who had been expelled from his own tribe, and as the war continued, Thoreau had a clear idea of the general area around him.

The vast expanse of forest around the town was a real headache for Thoreau. He had thought that this was the advantage of his raid on the town, but now it had become a great problem.

"If these Great Prussians plunge into any of the woods, my people will be as if they were blind, and there is far more than one forest around them. ”

Among the several generals standing around Thoreau, a young man walked up tremblingly and said to the distressed Thoreau: "My lord, since our strength should have an advantage, why don't we send out the soldiers of our headquarters to search this deep forest?"

This was obviously not a good idea, and in the case of any other tribal chieftain, the general would immediately lose his current high hat and be mocked and thrown into service at the lowest level.

But Thoreau now had to think more than just tactically. He had to take care of the mood of the other chiefs, and prepare for the outcome of the war. If the war is won, he, as a commander, will naturally be supremely glorious and can continue to pursue his ambitions. But once he lost the war, Thoreau squinted at the tribal general who had spoken, like a lamb that had been delivered to his door. Under the astonished eyes of several veteran generals, Thoreau made his own decision.

"That's a good idea, boy, go ahead, tell the order, and you'll be in charge of the troops. ”

The young man's face flushed, and under the pity of a group of peers, he led two hundred elite soldiers from his headquarters, who had not even been sent to the city walls in yesterday's siege battle, and now they were about to go to the south of the town to explore the land where there were no ambushes at all, led by a hairy boy who had gained military power by blood. What awaited them was nothing but a plain with no end in sight, a small grove of trees that interacted with each other, and when these people vigilantly inspected the forest, they would still find that there was nothing here.

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However, what left Thoreau unbeknownst was that Marcus' reinforcements had arrived, and they had already started moving before Thoreau. Whether Thoreau chooses to shrink his forces at this time, or chooses to maintain his previous steady strategy, it will not be worse than the current situation. If the location where Marcus camped last night was still about twenty miles away from the Wiegand camp, then by the time dawn came, the distance between the two sides was already less than ten miles.

As Thoreau probed his forces farther away, the Weegand forces were inevitably divided into several parts:

A portion of Thoreau's own elite was sent south, while the remaining headquarters warriors were separated near the town, forming a loose encirclement, though they were no longer outnumbered enough to carry out their mission.

The Wiegand warriors resting in the camp were the most numerous, but also the least demoralized. They were either freshly on patrol duty for the night, or wounded soldiers who had fought on the front lines before. Most of them had only one hope left, to end the war as soon as possible, or to be replaced by the reinforcements that Thoreau had promised, and return to the tribe to live well on the reward that Thoreau had promised.

For a predatory people, the fact that they have not been able to get rich in a hard war seems to be the best way to demoralize them.

In this battle, many people can be said to have learned something new.

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With the first shot of the Great Pruth's bow and arrow piercing the head of a Wiegand man who was shutting down the tree, the outcome of the battlefield on the western side of the Knight of Jose could actually be said to be settled.

"It seems that the heads of these Wiegand people are not as hard as they boast. ”

Garcia triumphantly stroked the bow in his hand and whistled a fancy whistle at where the José knight had just stood.

The result of this arrow was to Garcia's own satisfaction, and it was not difficult to kill one with one arrow without preparation, but it would take a little effort to shoot through it. As a veteran who has participated in many military exercises, Garcia knows that the most lethal on the battlefield is actually a long-range weapon, but because it is too difficult to train a qualified archer, the application rate of bows and arrows on the battlefield in the north is lower.

And the knight of Jose did not carry a bow and arrow today, which shows that the veterans of the Southern Expedition will also make mistakes sometimes.

Garcia thought so in his heart.

The Weegand warrior who had been penetrated through his brain fell stunned on the stall he had just discharged, and a gray horse's hoof stepped on the Wiegand man's body, and there was a faint sound of bones breaking under the horse's hooves, crisp as broken birch leaves.

A white horse rushed alone in front of several Wiegand sentinels, and the José knight was only one step slower than Garcia's arrow, and even faster than the other shooters in the group.

A few Wiegand warriors saw their compatriots fall to the ground, and in their panic, they let out a terrifying roar to suppress the rushing knights. But the knight was unmoved, and the first Wiegand warrior had his head cut off by a sword before he could even see the knight's face, and he raised his axe, and then only saw his own back.

The other two Wiegand warriors got together to take care of them, but they inevitably died one by one. The knight raised his sword high and rushed straight at the two Wiegand warriors, both of whom were shaken in the eyes by the raised sword, and the head of the man standing on the right was split in half, and the warrior standing on the right was first knocked to the ground by a shield, and then the only thing that awaited him was the enlarged hooves of the horse in his eyes.

However, in just a few breaths, the first team of Wiegand people who came into contact lost their lives. Knight Jose slowly lowered his raised sword, and the bright red blood droplets on the blade slowly flowed to the ground.

Garcia couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, he looked blankly at the war bow in his hand, and his face was hot and painful. He had never seen such a fast horse before, and such a fierce knight.

An archer, who looked a few years older than Garcia, walked up behind Garcia, and he had a knight who had also returned from the battlefields of the south as his lord. patted Garcia on the shoulder and said:

"Just get used to it, you have to get used to it, brother. As long as you're still fighting them, you're going to have to follow their butts. ”

Dozens of men pursued from behind José's knight's horse, and in addition to a few archers, the light infantry consisted of courageous but inexperienced spear-throwers, sword-wielding swordsmen who did not have heavy armor, and a few armed peasants who did not know how to classify them.

One of the peasants raised a battle flag with some nervousness, so that the straggled, lost light infantry could find the position of the José knight. He tried hard to make himself look more eye-catching, so he straightened up, but probably because there was no wind in the woods, no matter how hard the farmer tried, this majestic battle flag looked a little crooked under the farmer's hands, and those who didn't know thought that he had lost the battle.

Knight José looked back at the flag, which was born in mid-air and could not go up or down, and almost fell off his horse.

At this time, a veteran of the war came up and whispered a word to the farmer who was flying the flag.

"If there's no wind, you shake it twice, shake it twice, and you're up. ”

It was pointless to hide their whereabouts at this point, and the Wiegand sentinels were even slow to react, and a large Prauss engaged them in the woods.

Several tribal generals cursed Jose and his soldiers in the most foul words of the Wiegand tribe, while also gathering their own soldiers as much as they could. But in a panic, many Wiegand warriors couldn't find where their general was for a while, and a few of them were dazed and crashed into the banner of the Great Prussians.

The screams in the forest rang out, and several more Wiegand warriors fell to the ground.

The tribal generals had no way to judge the number of the Great Pruss soldiers in the deep forest, and could only command by the current disadvantage on the battlefield, and they painstakingly retreated their troops step by step from the deep forest on the west side to the edge of their guard line, expecting reinforcement and orders from the camp.

However, to the surprise of these generals, their attempt to withdraw from the forest was in the hands of Marcus, and what was waiting for them behind them was not a friendly army, but another army of the Great Prus.

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As the tribal generals engaged José's knight's forces in the forest on the west side, the movement on the other side of the camp was even greater than the one encountered here.

A large Pruss light cavalry attacked the Weegand camp like a hurricane, and these daring warriors untied the sackcloth tied to their horses' hooves at the last minute before approaching the Weorgand advancing camp, giving the Wegand a great surprise to the loosely defended camp.

The cavalry didn't try to take the camp in one fell swoop—they just circled the Weegand camp, throwing their bows and spears into the Weegand tent as fast as they could, and killing several sentries who tried to stop them.

By the time Thoreau had formed a line with a group of Weegand warriors who had just begun to scramble, the light cavalry had already marched away.

These Wiegand warriors had never suffered such an attack, and even Thoreau had a sense of powerlessness in a powerful attempt, and he looked at the few generals and tribal chiefs beside him who were speechless with their mouths wide open, and said with some bitterness:

"The Great Prussians have learned something new over the years that we don't know. ”

Unlike his troops, as the first commander of the Wiggen army, Thoreau has not been able to calm down for a long time, and in his opinion, the other generals of the tribe are just a bunch of rice buckets, only his own daughter can still be regarded as able to do things, and even his son Edward is much better than these people.

After a night of recuperation, Jan had regained her energy and she began to try to convince her father. "We should try to withdraw our troops one by one, we have some troops deployed on the western flank, we should make peace with them first. ”

At this time, the camp tent has become a target, and the opportunity for a decisive battle is in front of you. If Thoreau could cheer up at this time and find a way to gather his more than 600 soldiers, then the outcome of this battle should be unknown. But the frequent defeats in front of him had clearly begun to shake the man's mind. He couldn't trust the stupid pig-like generals.

Thoreau raised the axe in his hand and made the first decision in his life that was not the right one.