After being stationed in the same place for seven days, the Great Pruth Army simply built a strong camp fortress in its place, as required by the "Redstone Expedition Manual".

This is where the rumors arose that the soldiers who came out of the Great Purus were not good at fighting, but that they would be good carpenters and stonemasons.

In fact, in order to "preserve the good obedience and energy of the soldiers", the generals in the regiment had to find ways to assign the infantry no less than twelve hours of various tasks every day.

When marching or fighting, these hours can be easily removed, but when they are stationed in place, it is a bit troublesome, they are not able to train their soldiers on the battlefield, which will consume excessive physical strength.

As a result, the uncreative officers could not imagine anything else to do for the soldiers, except for building camps.

Thanks to this, when they set out on the morning of the eighth day, almost all the soldiers developed a great sense of accomplishment and self-confidence.

"We can build a city in the swamp in seven days, and we can't clean up a few barbarians?"

And Sword also had the idea of taking advantage of the morale of this unit, and inadvertently increased the speed of the soldiers' march.

But on the other side of the battlefield, his opponents are facing a throes at the moment.

In order to better manage the army, Edward decided to divide the army into three separate sections, the first of which was to avoid putting all his eggs in the same basket and thus avoid being ambushed by the army of Great Pruus.

On the other hand, he is also thinking about his own safety.

Although Edward called himself "the true king, the guardian of the Wiegand people" when faced with his large group of poor relatives, when it came time to face the battlefield, he claimed:

"A true king never puts himself in danger. ”

So he took the elite of the tribe with 5,000 men, and by virtue of his familiarity with the terrain, he outflanked the right flank of the Great Purus legion, and ordered a part of the captive army of the famous family to form a "vanguard force" of about 4,000 men to ambush from the woods on the left flank.

Truth be told, apart from his bold and innovative father, the Wigand tribe really doesn't have a tradition of "dividing the army".

Therefore, when the king who gathered them together declared that he would not fight alongside them, many of the leaders and generals of the small tribes saw this as a betrayal of them, claiming that if their "king" intended to carry out such a battle plan, they would no longer be willing to fight for him.

Edward's original battle plan to ambush from both flanks ended up being directly ruined because the tribe's organization was too low.

He looked at these disobedient generals with resentment, and silently swore in his heart that he would completely eliminate these 'unstable factors' from the army in the future and build a unit of his own.

However, while he was still in the process of constructing the basic idea of such a force, the troops that had been deployed in the front and left had already returned with news.

And with him came an arrow of the great Prus.

He looked angrily at the bulging hill in front of him.

There, a cavalry of the Great Prussians had already raised that legendary banner.

Angry lion flag with gold lining on a red background.

Although it was made in two colors, red and gold, the craftsman naturally improved its quality through clever design.

That is by adjusting the proportions of these two colors on the silk, and finally showing different lions under different angles of the light source.

And in the early morning light, what appeared on the banner was a two-ribbed and winged lion.

It lunged forward, opening its jaws towards the Wiegand warriors.

Ignoring the soldier's injuries, Edward picked him up from the ground and asked, "How many enemies have you seen, and then apart from you, have your other brothers been found?"

The wounded messenger was still gasping for breath, and in the face of Edward's reply, he could only weakly point in the direction of the left flank, that is, the right flank of the Great Pruus, and then swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

The leaders looked in the direction known to the messengers, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

There was already a fire burning in the woodland, and the dry branches were good fuel, and the Great Purus only fired a few arrows into the woods from afar, and forced out all the troops that Edward had ambushed on the left flank.

They came straight to the camp with panicked cries, and the knights standing on the hillside gradually increased at this time, and they looked at the Wiegand people who were dozens of times their size down the hillside, but there was a contemptuous smile on their faces.

"Little Vidia, get ready. The José knight said in a low voice. "As long as this rout army disperses the enemy's Chinese army, we will rush down from the mountain, don't look at their number, but as long as the formation is messed up, no matter how many people there are, it is just cavalry prey. ”

Vedia also wore a half-exposed iron helmet on his head, although this thing could not block his face, that is, it could not withstand the head injury of the Wiegand spear throwing at him, but it was somewhat comforting to his psyche.

He nodded pretending to be calm, but his face was almost bloodless, and the sweat on his hands couldn't stop dripping.

He hadn't mastered the technique of controlling the cavalry spear, but at the moment he was so panicked that he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand.

Looking at the tribal warriors who couldn't see the end at the bottom of the slope, in fact, Jose also felt a little pressure in his heart, but his decades of battlefield experience in the army told him that the more he fought a big battle, the more he had to calm down.

The last time we faced such a big formation was about 20 years ago?

It's just that although the number of Amax people at that time occupied a certain advantage, the morale was almost negative.

He remembered that the priests who knew the Amak language had told him that there had been a rebellion within the empire of the Amaks, and that these people had no intention of fighting except for the breath of breath left on their bodies.

But although the current tribal warriors are still far inferior to the knights of the empire in terms of weapons and equipment, they are holding the blades in their hands.

When they found out in the woods that the army they had deliberately driven away was deliberately rushing towards their own ranks, instead of taking their seats for their countrymen, they raised their axes.

Their commander not only shouted loudly for the rout to stop, but even threw some spears at the stragglers who rushed forward.

And these spear throws finally sobered up the soldiers whose morale had been shattered.

They no longer charged at the soldiers of their own formation, but withdrew from both sides under the command of some generals.

But more demoralized soldiers still ran towards their own ranks in a panic.

Several knights chased after the stragglers as if they were sheep, occasionally killing one or two of them to urge them to move on.

Looking at the rout of the army that could not be rectified no matter what, Edward's face gradually became gloomy.

He gestured in front of his herald.

A horn sounded like the wailing of a giant beast, and the soldiers of the Wiegand tribe began to change their formations as if they had received some signal.

These soldiers recruited from various tribes were far less familiar with the sound of the horns than his personal guards, but under the command of the tribal generals, they eventually staggered to form the formation that Edward wanted.

That is, to convert the front-line spear-throwers into a line of infantry armed with shield-armed spears, and then deploy a row of axemen from behind such spearmen.

In the hands of the Great Pruus, perhaps the two-handed axe was no more than a tool for cutting trees, but after a slight modification by the Wiegand craftsmen, it was a weapon of complete harm.

The axemen were completely at the mercy of Edward, and even if they were asked to cut down their own people, they would not be relentless.

At the same time, several of the generals of the tribe rushed out of the line, shouting at the soldiers who tried to hide in the middle army: "Whoever crosses this line will be killed!"

At the same time, it was true that several soldiers were pierced through their chests and abdomen with spears, clutching their stomachs and groaning and falling to the ground.

After realizing that they could not escape the death of a single person in front of them, the routs simply did not continue to charge, but tearfully launched a desperate counter-charge towards the "shepherd" who was tracking them.

It's just that these soldiers, who are not equipped with any heavy weapons, naturally do not get any results, and they just turn back and die at the hands of the cavalry.

Looking at the tall axe warriors, the knights of the empire finally stopped charging in front of the barbarians for the first time.

They sent a small number of cavalry at random to expand the results of the hunt and slaughter, and flew back like nimble birds.

The first ploy had obviously lost its effect, and there was no need for them to charge the battle immediately, so the general in charge of the cavalry let go of his hands and feet and reorganized his ranks.

That is to transform the triangle formation used for charging into a more flexible diamond formation with both offense and defense.

At this time, although there were six or seven hundred cavalry on the hillside, most of them were light cavalry attendants, and the heavy cavalry that could really play the "hammer" on the battlefield was still responsible for pressing the formation behind.

Their task was really to disperse the light infantry deployed in front, by the way, to find out the road ahead, to occupy the high point on the hillside, and as for to put a little pressure on the Wiegand people, it was completely convenient.

Looking at the stagnant Grand Prussian cavalry corps, these Weegand warriors standing at the foot of the mountain were sturdy and half relieved.

Although they did not believe that a small cavalry could break up such a tight formation, if these cavalry dared to charge, their losses would not be too small.

Several generals suddenly had flattering smiles on their faces.

In their opinion, the ability to bring to a halt the invincible cavalry of the Great Prussians was a considerable victory in itself.

But there was no one in Edward's face that was full of overcomer's pleasure, on the contrary, there was anger on his face that could be seen at a glance.

"Generals, now that the cavalry of the Great Prussians and their infantry are out of touch, the cavalry in front of us is completely alone, but that general dares to come forward and eat them?"

This remark swept away the smug look on those people's faces.

Their own troops were dozens of times larger than the enemy, but their tens of thousands of infantry were so weak in the face of cavalry troops of only a few hundred men.

After looking around, only the chubby Holder scratched the white bear's head in his hair, and said as if he was a little sluggish: "My king, the infantry, can't catch up with the cavalry." Although we have the advantage in numbers, the enemy's cavalry can be attacked and retreated, how can we defeat them?"

Edward finally realized the inappropriateness of his words from his words, so he snorted and continued to ask, "If the target is the hill ahead, will any general be willing to try it?"

At this moment, the goal seemed much simpler, and some of the generals of the tribe were moved, but for a while no one was willing to speak.

Except for a small number of elites at the moment, the generals of the famous family have already been divided into the sequence of ordinary soldiers, in short, they have nothing to say about the current war command.

As for the rest of the generals, most of them were leaders from small tribes.

Although these people had just been inspired by religion recently, it was difficult for them to muster up the courage to take their tribesmen with them when they saw the tribal warriors who had been tortured and killed on the front lines again.

When they brought the warriors out of the tribe, they expected to follow the leader to win the battle, not to send their boys to their deaths.

Just as Edward was about to frown and give death orders directly to a few small tribal leaders who he had already looked unpleasant, a guard who was originally just standing aside took off his helmet at this time, revealing a somewhat haggard face.

"King, please be sure to give those of us who have lost our hometown a chance to take revenge, I am willing to be your pawn!"

This intrigued Edward, who was the kind of man he was, disgusted by the lords who were dominant in the tribe by blood, and was keen to appoint warriors who could serve him.

"Who are you, and why should I trust you?"

The guard looked at Edward for a moment, stunned, and then prostrate himself on the ground, and said in a loud voice: "King, although I am not of great origin, let alone a famous warrior, and I have no soldiers under my command to serve you, I have a knack for dealing with the cavalry of the Great Prussians, and no one in the battalion is more familiar with them than I am!"

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