The neighing of the war horse was accompanied by the whistling of bone spears piercing the air.

A group of ragged and gray-faced "soldiers" stood on the hillside.

Yes, by the standards of civilized people, this is certainly just a bunch of soldiers with quotation marks.

Because they had no armor on their bodies, let alone shields to use, but only some ridiculously rudimentary weapons in their hands.

Aside from the little bit of iron they had on the tip of their spear, they had nothing on them that could be "equipped".

However, it was such a beggar soldier who, through his own blood and bravery, forced back the most proud knights of the Great Purus Legion.

At the foot of the hill, the commanders on both sides were dumbfounded.

The Great Pruss never thought they could lose like this.

And the Wiegand people didn't think they could win like this.

In fact, when the Duke of Varichia chanted the holy name of Sardinia, many of the tribal generals had already closed their eyes.

They did not believe, nor could they believe, that these poorly dressed consumables could survive the charge of the cavalry.

According to the most pessimistic statement, not to mention six or seven hundred cavalry, as long as there are enough cavalry of a hundred Great Prius, the entire Wiegand tribe will not be able to come up with an army that can compete with it.

But the so-called miracle is to turn the common sense in the eyes of others upside down, and then break it again.

Although it was a defeat in terms of casualty ratio, it was the first success of the Wiegand in the face of an invasion by the Great Purus in terms of timing and strategic objectives.

Looking at the Great Prussian cavalry that had receded like the tide, the commander of the Wiegand tribe could no longer hold on, and he supported the only short spear with his hands, as if desperately trying to stand from the land for a while.

But he didn't succeed in the end.

His sturdy body softened like a noodle stick.

Then he fell to the ground in a daze.

A few soldiers recovered a little from the excitement of the victory, only to see that the commander who had just led them was gone.

When I looked again, I found that the man had fallen to the ground.

Purple-brown blood flowed from his mouth and nose, apparently dead and unable to die again.

The moment he fell, his eyes were still struggling to open, and his mouth was grinning, as if he wanted to say something.

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, they had wanted to pass on the news of the general's death to their companions.

But seeing this hard-won victory, he simply gritted his teeth and cheered along with the others.

"The gods are immortal!! Wiegand lives forever!!"

Of course, only a few people were able to shout such a good slogan, and most of the soldiers only shouted, "We have won!" or just shouted loudly, but did not actually utter a complete sentence.

At this time, the general in charge of commanding the infantry corps of the Great Prus was still slowly directing the infantry corps to "advance neatly".

Relative to the Wigand people, that hill was not at all so important to the Great Pruss.

They were already on higher ground, and the way they had to climb that hill was not so difficult.

The general even made a promise to Sword: "Crossbow (you) landscape (although) the heart is that oh (I) will definitely be able to bring back Ruger (that) place." ”

"The most important thing is to maintain a good rest (soldier) and the physical strength of the soldiers. It's no different from doing farm work, you can't make these kids run out of energy all at once. ”

The country earl was a little older than Sward remembered, and his teeth leaked and his accent made him feel that just listening to him was torture.

Only when he is asked to mention farm work can he arouse some interest and speak the language very smoothly.

Looking at this man who was like a happy old farmer, he sincerely missed his good helper Nongnuo.

But fate still won't change anything with his hope.

In fact, whether the friend he is thinking about now is still alive is already about to put a question mark.

No matter how charisma Nong Nuo may have or his ability on the battlefield, he has no chance to participate in this battle that is destined to go down in history.

For that farmer...... No, it was the opinion of the infantry commander, and Sword was naturally dismissive, but with his battlefield intuition, he didn't feel that the hillock in front of him was much trouble.

On the contrary, he felt that the hillock in front of him was important, but it was his other friend, the Duke of Valicia, who had brought back almost all the knights in their entirety.

The battle was imminent, he patted General Valicia on the shoulder, and said resolutely to the cavalry commander with a shameful face: "I don't care what others think, but you can not fall into the blindness of the small victory in front of you, and the desire for those false names, but take into account the overall situation, really think about me, bleed the enemy with the smallest casualties, and only lose a small piece of forward positions that are meaningless to us, you are my hero!"

After hearing these polite words, which were half true and half false, not only Valicia, but even the knights who took the initiative to retreat, became a little proud.

Yes, they didn't lose, they just traded a small piece of forward positions in exchange for nearly a thousand Wiegand people, and the business was worth it.

So, as the cheers of the Wiegand people gradually stopped, there was a rousing shout from the side of the Grand Pruss.

Sword looked up at the hillside in front of him again, frowned slightly, and said, "Since the Wiggans value this hill, we might as well go around it from both sides." ”

Although he did not take the more than 2,000 Wiegand light infantry in his eyes, his battlefield perception told him that sending more people to retake that hill at this moment would most likely pay a price that the empire could not accept.

But if you go around from both sides?

Edward nodded as he looked at the light infantry who had successfully captured the hillside, and before the still dreaming tribal generals came to their senses, he would need to make a new decision to consolidate the advantage he had.

Yes, in his opinion, on the current battlefield, occupying this uplifted high ground in front of him, that is the advantage.

And the biggest difficulty in consolidating this advantage is the two wings of this hillside.

Naturally, he could send all the elites in his hands to the hillside, so that the Great Prussians could throw all their forces into it, and he was sure that he would be able to wear out their blood on that small area.

But the biggest problem with this plan is the emptiness in the wings.

The Great Pruss had cavalry, and they were naturally not afraid of anyone when they fought on the plains, and the tribal warriors with a large number of them at his disposal, although they had regained some self-confidence at the moment because of a small victory, but it was impossible to hope for them to fight to the death like those three thousand light infantry, and it was meaningless.

As long as the Great Prux sent troops around the hills, the elite he brought out of the Hope swamp would soon be isolated, and when the time came, the hill would no longer be a blood mill for the Great Pruus, but a place of his own death.

Just as he was in a deep meditation, a burnt smell came into his nostrils.

It was the mountain forest on the east side of the battlefield, and the Great Purus had set them on fire with rockets, but at the moment they were almost blown away by the cold wind.

After all, a forest in a swamp is not a real forest after all. It was just a few dots on a large silt stall, and after losing the flammable, the flames fell on the ground with condensed ice crystals, and then melted into a puddle of water.

Water!

Edward shuddered.

Although the current road surface looks relatively strong, it is ruled out that the forest fire just now may roast the ground soft.

You must know that except for a few twists and turns, the entire Eight Swamps, when it comes to spring and summer communication, are full of "bad lands" that can swallow life into, even if it is a native of the Wiegand nation, once a companion falls in, everyone can only treat him as dead, and there is nothing else to do.

As for the outlanders who don't understand the swamp at all......

Edward rubbed his hands lightly, a sign before he was about to make some big decision.

He decided to change his previous ambush tactics and charge directly at the enemy from the left.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are warriors who have proved with their own blood that the Great Prus are not invincible. As long as we unite and don't make a frontal rout, we will definitely be able to repel them! God bless the Weegand people!!"

And the generals who were originally standing on the sidelines were stunned.

They waved their arms excitedly and smiled triumphantly.

Looking at such a group of people, a thought gradually rose in Edward's heart.

He almost already had a complete plan.

"Gentlemen, the gods are still on us, and they will not hide it from you, for they have told me, 'Where the fire of hell is kindled, the light of victory should be upon itself.'" I didn't understand what it meant for a long time, but today I learned the mystery. ”

"Commanders, our gods favor you! The invaders have stepped into the territory of the descendants of God and are dealing with them with evil flames, but what the invaders never imagined is that the damage caused by these flames will eventually be used on their own bodies. ”

"We are coming from the left flank, and we are going to concentrate all our forces on the left, and there we will fight to the death against the Great Prussia!!!

"God's people, conquer the !! of the Quartet"

Although the commanders of these tribes had not seen any mystery in the burned land, they had already seen a miracle today, so they simply decided to believe it again without thinking.

Moreover, anyway, there are still the priests of the tribe with them, and the people elected by these gods will not kill them all together, right?

So the generals took it into account.

And so, when Ward's soldiers divided into two groups and tried to surround the hillside in a neat pace, a large number of gray-black Weegand warriors rushed up from the left flank, as if they had gone mad.

A man's bravery is terrifying.

The brute bravery of ten men is of considerable lethality.

The bravery of hundreds, thousands, is a threat.

But the bravery of tens of thousands of people is not a threat in the eyes of Ward.

Seeing that these barbarians had voluntarily given up their advantage on the hillside, he unceremoniously ordered his troops on the right flank to speed up their march, quickly bypass the hills, and surround the Weegand troops.

The soldiers on the left flank stood still, fending off the black tide in a tight array.

The peasants from the south played to their strengths.

They stuck large wooden shields directly into the ground, then raised their spears with both hands and stabbed their enemies in front of them with their thick arms.

The thick wooden spear, often with a single sweep, could knock two or three Wiegand warriors to the ground. And when the Wiegand spears landed on them, they only kicked up a puff of dust.

The rest of the soldiers were still able to fight back in style, and although they did not have the same strong infantry as the infantry in the south, they could still defend themselves against the enemy through dense formations.

They often stood in long rows of a dozen men with their shields together, and then three or four spearmen were responsible for stabbing distant enemies, and three or four men armed with short swords to kill the tribal warriors who were lucky enough to rush in front of them through the gaps in their shields.

If the warriors of the horde are the mighty waves, then the legions of the Great Pluss are an impregnable embankment.

Let you flood the sky, and you will not be reckless.

After the Wiegand warriors had been boosted for some time by the sound of the trenches, they finally found that the soldiers in front of them were indestructible.

To defeat them, it is necessary to be able to find their weaknesses, and the only weakness they can see is that the peasants farther to the left flank.

Although their will to fight is very strong, they are too few in number, not even a third of the more than 10,000 Wiegand warriors.

Although the shelves of such troops are stretched, there will always be weak points in the defense on the flanks.

So the generals of these tribes rushed forward like a brain.

"Break down their defenses!!"

"Glorify the Gods!!"

Shouting such a slogan, they rushed to the weak area, and the seemingly fragile paper-like line of defense did not stop their progress, and the soldiers there seemed to be not only lacking in quality, but also very weak in morale and will to fight, but after a little resistance, they threw away their weapons and ran behind them with a strange scream.

Faced with such an "advantageous" situation, they continued to pursue almost without thinking about it.

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