"Yes, the recipe and regulation I gave the emperor are about to play a big role. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info" Agnes said as she stood behind Caesar and closed her eyes, half relieved and half resentful.

The night gradually sank, and then slowly rose and dissipated in the early morning of the next day, and under the dark gray plateau sky, all the soldiers of the Roman Empire walked out of the chariot defense line in an orderly manner according to several phalanxes, along the placed exit.

The number of troops of nearly 40,000 made it difficult for the emperor's army to move so quickly, and although Alexios's troops were not as glamorous and terrifying as they had been in the previous empire's heyday, their momentum and lineup were still terrifying - the emperor's loyal servant, the Imperial Ink Officer, stood on a tall wooden tower in the center of the chariot (after the previous battle, the emperor had also done the same, building chariot towers at several key points for command on the battlefield), and he was surrounded by trumpeters, standard-bearers, and other commanders, The task is to be responsible for the dispatch of the entire military formation.

"Tell them to get out." Myles pointed to the infantry and cavalry standing in a straight line behind the barricades, and said to the trumpeters beside him.

Several trumpeters in gorgeous and eye-catching shawls nodded in obedience, then raised the big horns in their hands, lowered their heads and puffed out their cheeks, made a big circle, and then rested them on their mouths and raised them, standing on one foot, and then the desolate and heavy horn sound of "woo woo woo" spread throughout the fields, barracks and various fronts of Ferro Melron.

On the side of the sky facing the Gawain Barrier, with the sound of long horns, a little golden light suddenly jumped out, dyeing the surrounding clouds - the rising sun began to rise.

The front-line Imperial soldiers and horses, who also received the horn signal, began to leave the base.

The dense footsteps and the light reflected by the helmet and shield were all shining with the nerves of an ordinary soldier named Atretis, who was sandwiched to the left of the line, covered with iron armor and covered with a linen jacket with the same twill as his comrades, which was also a sign that distinguished them from their respective teams.

"Go forward, keep walking forward, don't look left and right, don't hesitate, look at the back of the head of the soldier in the front, just look at the distance fifteen feet in front of the front, and there will be orders to you." As Atretis and his companions crossed the passage formed behind several carts and removed antlers and rejecting their rifles, and began to face the rising sun and walk to the field between the two armies, the junior officers around him kept shouting.

Atretis's father, who had fought in the bloody and desperate battle at Lake Van thirty years earlier, escaped and returned home, recording in a diary the entire process of the collapse of the imperial army at that time. And now his son has not been able to escape the fate of being drafted into the army, since yesterday afternoon, all writing staff have been removed from the camp, and the soldiers have been strictly forbidden to exchange letters from home, and have been required to prepare their luggage in their tents, and to keep their weapons and shields strictly guarded, and then Atretis understands that "the decisive battle between the emperor and the great traitor Gawain of Tarsus has come."

"Stand upright! Column horizontal line! About five hundred paces out of the camp, with the loud command of the flag officer of the team to which Atretis belonged, Atretis immediately straightened up, put the spear in his hand on his shoulder, and the soldiers in front of him re-made the irises and balsa wood into an "x" and stood on the ground, and then half-knelt down, put the war spear in his hand on the head of the shield, and stretched it outward, and then Atretis and the soldiers in the back continued to stand with spears, fists clenched tightly, waiting for the next instructions of the flag officers.

As soon as the enemy approached, they would stick their spears out in rows and use their dense blades to stop the enemy's light infantry or cavalry from attacking.

At this time, the five thousand heavily armed spearmen who had gone out at the same time as Artretis, had been divided into several columns and phalanxes, which had emerged from several exits of the barricade line, but were now calmly transformed into several horizontal formations, which then formed a strong front. Artretis's ears heard the sound of boots and trumpets behind him, and the dust raised by men and horses everywhere: and under the brim of his helmet and hat, his eyes were always fixed on the enemy's chariots and camps on the opposite side, and with the sun on his back, the towers of earth and chariots were so black that it was impossible to see the real and the false.

"Heavy spearmen on the rearguard front need a sense of responsibility and tenacity the most, because only if you hold the line, the emperor and the generals can attack and defend with ease. On this front, we can strike at the enemy with light men and cavalry, and we can defend against the enemy's surprise attack - if an enemy appears in front of the tip of your spear, do not panic, just point your spear with your eyes and aim at them. At this time, the Turks and Persians will harass and torment you with a never-ending rain of arrows, but believe in your armor, stop impetuousness, hold the front, hold it and you will never lose, for a man, and for an army. Old Atretis recounted these experiences over and over again in his diary.

It is the rearguard line, that is, the rearguardline, which is the third and last line of the large army formation, and it is the axis of attack and defense of the entire army.

The beating of drums sounded, the sound of trumpets and bugles sounded, and everywhere there were deafening voices of people and horses' hooves. In the array, Atretis was reciting his father's mantra over and over again, trying to forget the other side of his father's diary, which was how "the Imperial army was tragically destroyed at Lake Van thirty years ago." ”

On the tower, Myles was still directing and dispatching, he completely forgot about his thirst and tiredness, and he had only one purpose in his heart, "The general's formation is set up, the sooner the better." ”

Soon, the light archers of the Cretans, the Cumans, and the Bulgarians, scattered their feet like dandelions blown by the wind, and rushed through the line of rearguard heavy spearmen where Atretis was, and rushed to a distance of a thousand paces from their own barricades. infantryscreen。

"Bang bang bang" At this time, there was a shout of soldiers on Gawain's side, and several "perfume bottle" cannons began to shoot, constantly spitting fireworks, and Artretis looked ahead with some fear: the lead pellets shot by the enemy carried the flames, with strange screams, and constantly smashed a cloud of smoke and dust between the rearguard line in front of him and the light army line in front.

But there are Imperial soldiers who show amazing composure, even if someone is unfortunately knocked to the ground, the rest of the comrades will fill the vacant positions in time, and the battle line is as solid as ever.

The sun is rising, and the rays are getting hotter and hotter.

Sweat ran down Myles' forehead.

Between the hat and the back of his head, Atretis was also sweating...... (To be continued.) )