Before the start of the war, it is necessary to go into detail about the intelligence of the battlefield. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today is a rainy day, and the torrential rain is incessant, which has been emphasized many times and is undoubtedly true; In the rain, the land has already become muddy. This is not a literal or exaggerated description, but simply a description of an event.

When the Count of Brest came to Magnus with his army, he carried with him a large lump of dirt, and the horses' feet were already stained and mottled, and both men and horses were out of breath, as was the scene when the Count of Brest came to Magnus with his army.

Five miles of road, just five miles, but the earl has a sense of satisfaction as if he has walked a long march.

Then he began to observe.

The battlefield was set on a plain, and Brittany was everywhere on such plains, and it was a commonplace sight, and there was nothing unusual about it. On the right side of the plain (right for the Count, and left for Magnus) was a large pit dug by Magnus for the purpose of filling in human and horse dung, and it was so deep that it was impossible for the cavalry to jump over it, and they had to choose to bypass it, or turn to attack others.

Therefore, Magnus did not garrison on the left, he put the main force in the center and on the right, the mercenaries and the Praetorian Guard in the center, and the dismounted cavalry on the right.

(They're on guard?!) )

The other skill of the hero is that he is not full of joy and anger, so although the earl's heart is about to burst into flames, he does not show it on his face.

(If they are on guard, then I will not come for nothing, and I may even lose!) )

Unfortunately, the Earl, after careful observation, not only put the heart back in his stomach, but also laughed.

If this is the Three Kingdoms, there should be a Wenchen military general surrounding him and asking: "Why is the Duke of Wei laughing?" ”

Sun Tzu's Art of War has a cloud: the love of soldiers is the main speed. Translated into the vernacular, it is a matter of great speed, although Magnus had already received the news of the Count of Brest's attack in advance, and thanks to this news, they were able to keep themselves in order when the enemy's army was overwhelmed...... However, the time is too short after all.

Being able to drive all the soldiers out of the shack and form a formation is already the limit of Odegar and Dugan's ability, and as for the equipment on those soldiers, they really can't take care of it anymore.

Therefore, those knights, for the first time in their lives, went to the battlefield without wearing chain mail; And those mercenaries, they formed a formation, and they had to scramble to put on leather armor for themselves in the formation, which was really chaotic.

However, they are all professional soldiers in the end, they have killed people, they have seen blood, and whoever underestimates them because of their momentary chaos will really be unlucky.

The Count did not despise them for this.

The speed of the soldier is not only the speed of travel, but also the speed of the decision to attack.

Especially in the present situation, when the enemy is rapidly arming - although they have formed formations, they are not complete after all, and this incompleteness is still being made up at a rapid pace - and with every second of hesitation, the enemy's strength grows again.

"We, attack from the front."

Eventually, the Count gave such an order.

What's on the front? On the front were seven hundred mercenaries and one hundred Praetorian Guards led by Odega, who together numbered eight hundred, four times as many as the two hundred cavalry on the right flank...... But what is there about this?

Cavalry, even if dismounted is still cavalry, but those mercenaries, they are nothing more than a group of vulgar and greedy infantry.

Hmph, infantry!

With such pride and prejudice, the Count gave a completely wrong order.

But it's not his fault, really.

As early as when Magnus confronted the dead Duke of Brittany, the Duke showed complete contempt for the infantry; And the King Louis, who had been lurking for many years, would rather spend an astronomical amount of money every year to raise cavalry than to take out a little bit of this money to raise an infantry!

This is the prejudice of the times, and if you want to say that they are unfortunate, you can only say that they are all people of this era, and Magnus is not.

As the Count's order was given, his army was slow and unpleasant, like an old man on the verge of death stretching out his hand with difficulty, and moving lifelessly.

It is easy to understand this, and although he was anxious, the count still remembered the lesson of the Duke of Brittany, that the cavalry was strung together like sugar gourds, and that only one such tragedy was enough.

Therefore, he adopted the standard medieval method, that is, the peasant soldiers were conscripted in the front, and the cavalry was in the rear.

And the people in front of them are generally nine deaths and one life, no, to put it more clearly, they are all ten dead and lifeless.

If this is a conscious heroic army, then it will only be more aggressive, and the wounded old wolf will desperately bite the flesh and blood of its prey...... However, none of the peasants wanted to die.

There is nothing wrong with a person who does not want to die.

But in the eyes of the Count, the slowness of action was already considered a fault, a capital crime worthy of death.

"Cut off the heads of the last seven men! Tell them that deliberate procrastination is the end of this! ”

Threatened with bloody heads, the peasants immediately attacked faster, and by the way, their resentment towards the Count deepened.

But the Count didn't care.

A group of untouchables, a group of infantry, two lowly things add up to only be more despicable, what use can it be?

This is the real attitude of the medieval aristocracy towards the peasants, this attitude, even in the Renaissance and the Glorious Revolution, most of the rights of the aristocracy have been deprived, but we can still get a glimpse of the broken aristocracy in 'Gone with the Wind'.

And this attitude gave Magnus an opportunity.

But not now.

"Javelin ready - throw!"

On the other side, such an order came from the dismounted cavalry array, which was on standby.

As a side with a small number of people and virtually no protective equipment, the right flank led by General Dugan should be said to be relatively fragile, so he did not dare to act rashly, but this did not mean that he could not support.

A hundred swarthy iron spears fell from the sky, and the sharp spears ruthlessly pierced the human body and took away the breath of life.

But the peasants still could not retreat.

Walking forward may die, but retreating is immediate death, the long swords in the hands of those cavalrymen behind them are still dripping with blood, and the sharp eyes are patrolling all the time, deterring everyone who wants to retreat.

Fortunately, such javelin throwing was only a flash in the pan and stopped, and the full fight only took the lives of dozens of peasant soldiers, and did not break their morale, but for these peasant soldiers, it is not certain whether it is good or bad to be so strong.

Because they were about to start a melee fight, and it was a melee battle with the Praetorian Guards, armed to the teeth, who had been completely mediated into killing machines.

And the outcome of this melee battle was predestined from the beginning.

(It's almost time.) )

This is Magnus's mental activity.

These 'armed civilians', who were killed by javelins for a while, and who were no match for professional soldiers in close combat, have really reached their limit. When a group of people rout backwards and flee faster than the speed of killing heads, what can be done to stop a person from routing?

Now is the time.

"Bretons! Open your eyes and look at the enemies in front of you! There are more of them than you, all of them are shawls and armor, and the swords in their hands shimmer with a cold light; And you, I see that some of you don't even have a warm garment on them! Are you in such a hurry to die? ”

It stands to reason that Magnus should have left some time for the Bretons to think, but the form of the battlefield is changing rapidly, and in the next second, there may be deadly javelins falling from the sky, where is the time for people to think!

So Magnus didn't pause, and went on in one breath.

"I am the Duke of Brittany! I now swear to God in the honor of the duke: I will forgive you for the crime of treason, as long as you lay down your arms! As long as you come to me, I will forgive all the sins you have made! ”

The conscripts were immediately tempted.