There is no way, in this era, the order of the duke, itself is the highest order of these soldiers.

When the Duchess and the Junior Duchess came to an agreement, there was no one in the city who could oppose them.

Even the remnants of the duchess's kind collection were reluctant to go out of the city to fight, but a few knights who lived in the castle managed to drive them out.

"If you can't obey the Duke's orders, then we'll have to cut off your provisions. ”

So said the knights.

Vasya stepped out of the city gate somewhat nonchalantly.

The Wiegand warriors standing in the distance seemed to have no idea that the defenders hiding in the city would dare to take the initiative to attack in such a numerical disadvantage, so they did not have time to react in the first place.

After most of the defenders had left the city, they slowly divided a few troops from several queues, and reluctantly formed a "encirclement" formation.

It may seem slow, but Vasya knows that there is a lot of skill involved in using soldiers.

The commander can easily make a dozen or even dozens of soldiers understand his intentions, but when he has more than a hundred soldiers, it is very difficult to get him to act accordingly.

The thousands of Wiegand soldiers in front of them, although the queue still looked a little scattered, but in fact, when they could make such an array and follow the discipline well, they were no longer barbarian tribal bandits at all.

Rather, a real corps of soldiers.

Vasya swallowed secretly, because he was a rare archer in the army, and he had the status of "captain" in the army defending the city, so he was placed slightly closer to the city wall.

He fought alone with a force of about twenty or thirty archers, and his task was to strike at the enemy's possible charge from the flanks on the battlefield, delaying the enemy through a dense rain of arrows.

If this were for the Wiegand people of the old days, maybe the orderly shooting of dozens of archers together would have somewhat hindered them, and perhaps they would have become panicked by the casualties of their comrades.

Well, for these battle-hardened people, these are not at all very difficult.

At this time, the soldiers in the Dukedom of Conodin finally came out of the narrow gate hole.

They looked at the enemy, who was several times their size, and their hearts trembled a little.

But the little duke, who stood on the city wall, had no fear in the slightest.

He was dressed in small, bright silver scale armor and carried a belt encrusted with gems around his waist. He looked at the weygen soldiers who were overwhelmed, and a wave of pride rose in his heart.

He shouted in a somewhat milky voice, a little shrill in his voice:

"Connaught soldiers, forward!"

After hearing the shouts from their masters, the soldiers of the descendants immediately subconsciously drew their swords, shouted "Long live the duke" three times with a high face, and then walked into the battlefield with relatively neat steps.

As a frontier duke, the soldiers in the Dukedom of Connaught were indeed called "elite".

Even the remnants of the defeated army on the battlefield were inspired by these elite defenders to follow them closely behind and confront the Wiegand army.

More than a dozen mid-mounted cavalrymen armed with broad-edged swords slowly advanced behind the infantry.

They were outnumbered and could only maneuver to support the flanks of the front-line infantry, and were helpless against the enemy in array.

If Vasya and his archers were tasked with delaying the enemy, their task was to drive the enemy back before they could rush at them from the flanks.

In the end, the battle continued to unfold in the most traditional mode of the Wiegand people.

The Weygans, who were at the forefront of the two armies, methodically threw a wave of short spears at the Connaught defenders in front.

However, because of their years of fighting the Wiggens, they were already very skilled in this attack mode, and the soldiers of the defending army had already raised their shields long before the rain of spears was splashed on the army.

There seems to be no shortage of good wood in the Northland, and the shields of these soldiers are made of the hardest birch.

The heavy planks and the two or three layers of hides that covered them were so strong that no spear could pierce them, not even the iron-headed ones.

Moreover, this shield was made from the Wiegand people's penchant for spears, with the thickest in the middle and the thinner wings, forming an arc between thirty and sixty degrees on the whole shield.

This makes it easy for the Wiegand spear, which is heavy in front and light in the back, to slide naturally and unnaturally to the side while stabbing a shield.

And after staggering the sharpest part of the spear, the rest is not to be feared.

On the contrary, the iron sword smelted by the Great Prus can play a greater role in melee combat.

After the Wiegand threw their first short spears, the soldiers of the Duke of Conodin did not rush to launch a counter-charge, but still held their shields and looked at the sky.

The army of Great Pruus, as they were familiar, was still the same warriors who had stayed in the Horde period, and would never attack easily until they had finished throwing their short spears.

If you let your guard down on the top of your head at this time, it will often cause unnecessary losses.

There is nothing wrong with this idea in itself, but the Wiegand man's tricks have changed dramatically.

The commander standing on the front line, after realizing that his spear throwing did not play a great role, immediately made a decision and simply ordered the soldiers to directly line up to launch a surprise attack on the defenders, using the advantage in numbers to overwhelm the enemy.

And the soldiers, although somewhat unaccustomed to this tactic, still screamed at the traditional trench under the supervision of the commander.

It was a war of two thousand against eight hundred.

After throwing away some light infantry, cavalry, and archers, the number of heavy infantry in the defenders of the Duke of Connaughtin's territory was only about 800 in the defenders of the Duke of Connaught's domain, and the number of heavy infantry who could play the role of "mainstay" on the battlefield.

Their opponents, the Wiegand army, had directly committed 2,000 troops in the first tentative attack.

They seemed to be blowing in a gust of wind, and the war developed to the point of white-hot as soon as they came into contact with each other.

The shield parryed the spear, and the sword pierced into the chest and abdomen, and it was the warriors of the Connaught garrison who had a slight upper hand.

And the axe cleaved the wooden shield, and the steel split the helmet, which was a victory for the Wiegand warriors.

As soon as the two sides called for starting, they already understood that their opponents were by no means general.

The Weggand absolute defenders were tougher than their Emperor's legions, and the Connodins found these reckless Weegand to be more disciplined on the battlefield than they had ever encountered before.

A tiger against a lion is unbearable for a lion.

But when a few tigers fight a herd of male lions, it is often difficult for the tiger to gain the upper hand.

This is because lions know how to cooperate better than tigers.

And this is the source of the defenders' belief that they will have a chance of winning, and they are surrounded by siblings who have grown up together, who have served together in the army, who are like brothers to each other, and who have experienced a long queue run-in, which is itself an inseparable whole.

And the Wiegand people before it.

They are strong and strong, and they are not inferior to soldiers in martial arts, but they do not know how to cooperate, so often when there are more people, the worse their ability can be used, and the more Wiegand people, the easier it is to be driven away like a mass of loose sand.

And now, although they are still relatively scattered on the battlefield, at least the direction of force is more consistent, and they are like a raging wave, round after round rushing towards the embankment formed by the warriors of the Great Pruus.

However, the height of the levees was very limited at this time, and the power of the flood was becoming more and more monstrous.

After paying the lives of more than a hundred soldiers, the front of the defenders began to waver.

The Imperial legionnaires who stayed here were the first to be unable to support them, they were originally a group of deserters, and if they broke up again, the impact on their reputation would be quite limited.

Therefore, after losing about thirty or forty men, they could no longer bear it, and directly abandoned the less than five hundred city defense troops who were still resisting, and retreated first.

The battle formation is like a wall that has been torn down, and there are always one or two pieces that become loose first, and then large areas collapse.

The defeated defenders on the left flank were forced to begin to retreat.

Although they had suffered a lot of losses on the battlefield, they inflicted greater casualties on the enemy, and perhaps the enemy could hold on, or even repel 2,000 Wiegand soldiers, without continuing to invest his forces.

However, the betrayal of the allies made the battle situation directly passive.

Commander Nolan, who was watching from a distance, immediately ordered an additional 2,000 men from the battlefield to outflank them from the left and right sides of the battlefield, in an effort to annihilate the defenders in one fell swoop.

Unlike the "pioneers" and "chivalry" of the Great Prusian man, these Wiegand tribe generals, once they broke away from the commander, or even only after reaching the rank of "great general", rarely set foot on the front line on their own. They prefer to command from a place with a good view, and on the basis of superb war experience, they can regulate the overall battle situation.

Edward was naturally happy to see this phenomenon happen, which could reduce the risk of the death of experienced generals, so as to ensure the final victory of the battle in the long run.

However, before the soldiers outflanked them, the commanders from the defending side did what they could.

The few knights in the dukedom rushed towards the crumbling left flank.

Although the Wiegands had gained some experience against the cavalry, the timing of their charge was a blow to their weak underbelly.

More crucially, the timing of this charge reminded many soldiers of the knight team in the previous decisive battle.

They also found the enemy's weak position with superior forces, and when they were preparing for a large-scale attack, they were dumplings by the knights.

And the situation is very similar today.

The little fear that had been left of the previous bloody battle quickly spread among the soldiers.

What everyone didn't expect was that what was originally just a decisive charge based on the knight's honor was exchanged for such a great effect on the battlefield.

After losing less than 300 soldiers, the Weegand tribe warriors, who were on the front line, retreated as a whole.

They were beaten back to their prototypes again, as if they had never been reorganized into real warriors.

The commanders of the city were naturally overjoyed, and the knights, after a little pursuit of the scattered Weygan warriors, immediately turned back to the docks and retreated to the left side of the troops, covering the infantry to withdraw into the city.

As the battle was about to end, Vasya's archers threw a rain of arrows at the Weigen warriors on the right.

Several feathered arrows pierced the air with a sharp scream, piercing through the Wiggans' improvised armor and finally stabbing their throats steadily.

The loss of a few soldiers would not have caused these soldiers to lose morale, but after the collapse of the central battle formation, there was no need for them to outflank them, so they simply stopped half-really.

So in the end, the first battle between the two parties turned out to be like a tide.

Connaughtin's soldiers withdrew to the walled area with little hindrance, but the Weygans were not weakened much by this.

The little duke's face gradually became a little difficult to look at as he stood on the city wall, but he still had a smiling face when he finally went to greet the soldiers who had returned from a bloody battle outside the city.

It was the first independent decision he had made in the city, and even if it failed, it could not be seen as a failure.

What's more, they didn't lose completely, at least in terms of battle loss ratio, the Wiegand lost more than 300 fighters, while the defenders ended up with less than 200 casualties.

This figure is still acceptable if it is based on the data of the field battle.

As for the victory or defeat in terms of the results of the battle, it is even more difficult to discuss, after all, the citizens who stood on the city wall and watched could clearly see that although the infantry on the defending side was in a disadvantageous situation at first, in the end, with the help of the cavalry, it was the Wiegand who were the first to retreat.

In addition, the troops on the two flanks sent by the Wiegand were also in vain.

If we look at these points alone, the defenders of Grand Prus have the upper hand.

As a result, the citizens on the city wall cheered loudly in response to the meaning of the little duke.

"This is a victory for us at Connaughtin!"

"The god of Sardinia is still attached to us!"

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