"Order, all the soldiers, march towards the south side of the town of Valuno, and we will tear these beasts to pieces in front of the townspeople. ”

On the south side of the town was a plain covered with a few small woods, and in that relatively flat land, Thoreau could calmly gather the advantage of his troops and fight the Great Prussians.

Yes, both in fact and in Thoreau's perception, the Wiegand forces may have an advantage in strength. If he could take back the two hundred elites he had just sent out as soon as possible.

Although it is unlikely that their advantage will be played on a plain.

Even though they had just experienced a light cavalry attack, the Wiegand people did not feel that there was anything particularly powerful about cavalry tactics at this time.

"It's just a matter of running faster. A Wiegand warrior said disdainfully. "Only women, small children, and great Pruss can ride horses. ”

His words drew the approval of many Wiegand fighters.

In the eyes of many Wiegand people, the horses of the Great Pruce were either tools for escape or large animals for work, and few Wiegand people associated valiant warriors with horses. Of course, this also has to do with the fact that they have seen too few cavalry, the Wiegand have never seen any paired cavalry, in their eyes, the Great Prus will occasionally ride horses, and sometimes use it to pull goods, and occasionally the Great Prus will try to fight them on horseback, but they are also subdued.

They may need some profound lessons to remember, never try to challenge cavalry with infantry on the plains, the technology of infantry riding can only be pointed out by at least a few hundred years of military evolution, and now is the era of formed cavalry units rampant. In particular, heavy cavalry units commanded by experienced old knights.

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If Thoreau had heeded Young's advice, it would probably not have turned out the way they are, maybe better but probably a little worse.

The hussars who had just swept through the Weigand camp had just arrived behind Thoreau's force to the west of the town, which had just been driven out of their forest by the José Knights, and they now looked like they were welcoming them with their ass.

"What is that? Could it be the witchcraft of the Great Prussians?" A sharp-eyed Wiegand warrior suddenly saw a cloud of dust in the plain behind him, and heard the sound of horses trampling the ground.

Soon, not only the Wiegand warriors saw this scene, the soldiers spontaneously stood in a row to fight against these and make a group of running cavalry, looking at the approaching cavalry, several of the more courageous Weegand warriors raised their throwing spears.

But all they can do is lift it.

The speed of these light cavalry has run to a level close to the limit, and the so-called "safe distance of dozens of paces" in the eyes of the Wiegand people is only a moment, and these Weegand warriors have not had time to aim, and these large Pruss light cavalry have already run to their faces.

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While the battlefield on the west side of the town was in full swing, the other side of the town was quite quiet.

Vedia and the old knight Marcus were lurking in a forest not far from the south side of the town, and in order to reduce the noise, Marcus and his heavy armor troops chose to dismount and move slowly, even the red lion flag, which symbolized Marcus's honor, was not lowered for a while.

Amid the sound of insects, Vidia felt his mood calming down, and looking at the plain in front of him, he imagined where one Wiegand man after another was standing, all of whom were tall, short, fat and thin, but all had one thing in common—they had blood on their axe blades.

"The experience of these two days has made me feel like a man. "Like those people in the books, I have lost my loved ones. ”

"I'm thirteen years old, and if I am one year older than if I die a close relative, I will already be a sixteen-year-old man. ”

"And what are you going to do, sixteen-year-old man?" Because it was not yet time to do it, Marcus turned around and talked to the child talking to himself with great interest. "Sixteen years old, that's the age of a sword, what do you want to do, kill three Wiegand people to avenge yourself?"

Vidia was silent, although he was used to seeing death, it was still too bloody for him to let him kill three living people with his own hands, especially when he had already witnessed the bloody battlefield. It was not only the townspeople of Valunor who died at the head of the city, but also the Wiegand people who rushed forward. Although the latter was more capable of fighting, due to the lack of logistical support, many Wiegand fighters who were not yet dead were cut throats by angry citizens.

Marcus said to himself: "A warrior, child, you must know that the fastest way to become a warrior is revenge. Killing people is a bad thing to say, but after a long time, that's what it is, you have to learn to do it first. "The years have scratched the knight deeply, and the gray hair on the top of his head and the wrinkles on his face remind him all the time that he is old. But even so, Marcus still said such hard words, as if he was confronting his other self.

When Marcus said this in a joking tone, several of Marcus's attendants around him also laughed, which made Vidia feel a little frightened in his heart, as if he had fallen into a wolf's den all at once.

Halfway through the morning, Thoreau gathered three hundred men and rushed to his predetermined battlefield.

In fact, he was a little confused about how many of them there were now. There were so many soldiers who died in this war, and the number of troops that had been formed was constantly being reduced, and in this era when the number of leaders was to estimate the number of enemy troops, once the war had been carried out to a certain extent, no one could firmly grasp the changes in the number of soldiers.

Thoreau looked at the rather scattered troops he was standing on with dissatisfaction, because his elite had been platooned to the southern region and could not be withdrawn for a while, although the soldiers in his hands who had rushed from other families were also elite, but most of them were more brave and less disciplined. Even though he repeatedly emphasized the role of the field queue, the generals were merely coping.

The losses in the previous siege battles still somewhat reduced his prestige. Thoreau inevitably thought a little lost.

The soldiers of the town stood numbly on the city walls, waiting for the next move of the equally numb Wiegand warriors. Yesterday's war had drained them of all their blood and the so-called romantic yearning for war, and now they could no longer be expected to go out of the city to fight, even if they completed another bloody battle like yesterday's would be a powerful attempt.

Vedia looked at Thoreau's troops with wide eyes, and while most of the Wiegand warriors were already listless, there were still some Wiegand warriors wielding their axes at the city, as if shouting. The defenders at the head of the city also scolded back weakly, although they spoke different languages, it was vaguely obvious that their expressions were quite similar.

"What do you think of their troops, young man?" Because there was still some distance from the best time that Marcus estimated, he still chose to talk to this child. Just like he did in the army ten or twenty years ago, when the recruits in the army thought he was a middle-aged man who was very talkative, because he always looked happy.

With his knowledge of the army, Vidia only thought a little before answering: "They should be good." The armor rate is very high, and the murderous aura on the body is very heavy, it is an elite who has seen blood, and it looks like the morale is also very good now. Their generals chose a rather empty open field as the battlefield, ostensibly exposing their military strength, but in fact it could put a lot of pressure on the enemy, and it was also a sign of confidence in their own strength. Even if they were only in a state of preparation, the soldiers were quite vigilant, and it should be difficult to make a surprise attack. ”

After hearing Vedia's explanation, the relaxed expression on Marcus's face became a little frozen, and even the movement of wiping the knight's spear on his hand slowed down a little, he originally thought that Vedia would answer such questions from the perspective of numbers and the like, but he didn't expect that Vedia, who was still a child, had reached or even surpassed the strategic level of the generals during the Tribal period.

"If you really plan to do this, I'll make you my knight after this battle, and if you really want to be a commander, there's still a lot to learn, and I'll tell you how about it slowly." ”

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The troops led by the knights of José had already come into contact with the light cavalry, and the hardened Weegand men had taught the somewhat careless light cavalry a lesson as well.

Not only the Wiegand generals, but even every Wiegand warrior clearly understands one thing, these Great Pruos will never let go of themselves, they know very well what they and their tribe have done over the years.

The blood debt must be paid in blood.

The first assault of the Hussars scattered the Weygan forces, but it also brought them to their senses, and the battle-hardened warriors formed a denser formation under the command of the Tribal General, and finally withstood the second round of the Hussars.

A duke warrior charging on a horse was horrified to find that several of his brothers who had rushed ahead of him had been dragged off their horses by the Wiegand people. The dense formation of the Wiegand people blocked the footsteps of the war horses, so that they could not calmly pass through the battle formation, and when the speed of the horses could not become the support of the cavalry, the role of the horse was infinitely reduced. In hand-to-hand combat, the light infantry, who was already unfamiliar with horse combat, encountered the fierce and strong Weegand warriors, and one light infantry might have to face several Wiegand men standing in two rows.

Spears into flesh, axes to split or heads off.

Fearing death, the warriors of the dukedom decided to turn their horses' heads around the Wigand and flank the Wigand and throw some ranged weapons at the Wigand to consume them as they had done at the beginning.

But his actions caused even more confusion, and the companions standing behind him did not realize what was happening in front of them, and they were in high spirits preparing to harvest the heads of the Wiegand people again, and in the face of the man who suddenly turned the horse's head, they were taken aback and some of them were already a little unable to dodge, and for a while, the light cavalry had the ugly appearance of colliding and falling from their horses.

The Wiegand warriors, who had their hands free, duly sent a burst of spears to the almost stagnant cavalry, and set off a terrible cry.

Needless to say, these Wiegand men fought bravely, but their efforts could not change fate.

They faced twice as many regular soldiers as they were, including the knights of José who led the team, as well as some excellent Northland archers.

Although the light cavalry suffered heavy casualties of its own, the Wiegand also paid a considerable price.

Toward the end of the four-quarters of the morning, the José knights finally cut down the last Wiegand man who was still resisting.

The Wiegand man wore a tall helmet and looked like one of their generals. By the time he fell, three or four arrows had been stuck in his body, and the blood of the Great Prussia and his own had stained his armor red, but he resisted until the knight of José pierced his unarmed neck with his sword.

After this bloody battle, many of the warriors of Great Pruss had begun to tremble slightly. A spear-thrower who had only just been on the battlefield stared blankly at the still warm blood on his hand—he had just stabbed a badly wounded Wiegand with a broken spear, and the Wiegand was still staring at his head before he took his last breath.

For José Knight, this war was not easy for him, the white horse under him was constantly spewing white rough air from his nostrils, and even the shield he tied to his left hand added several cracks.

But the knight of José knew that it was far from time to rest, so he ordered all those who could still ride to find a horse to ride on, and asked another farmer to take the flag that had been raised by the farmer before, and find an open space to hang him a little higher.

At this time, the use of miscellaneous horses borrowed from the dukedom was revealed, and even José's light infantry units also had horses, and although they did not know the art of fighting on horseback, they could still ride on them.

At this time, because Thoreau was too impatient to gather his troops, the ownership of the forest near the town was now in José's hands, and with his flexible marching speed, his troops could attack the Weygan forces in any place.

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On the south side of the town, even the squires who led Marcus's horses knew that the battle had reached the point where it had to be fought.

Waiting too long will drain the morale and stamina of the soldier, which will be even more important to the attacker. The warriors in the woods were already complaining, their chests were exhausted by wearing heavy armor for a long time, and the ubiquitous mosquitoes were gradually wearing down the patience of people, even horses.