In the spring of 1067, the Emperor and the Duke of Brittany would hunt 20 miles south of Saint-Malo. At the beginning of the www.biquge.info, the war was not going well, and on the third day, Lefèvre led his troops to help, and the Nantes displaced people disturbed the heart of the Brittany army, and the enemy collapsed without a fight, and the war was peaceful.

The great cause of the empire begins today.

—Chronicles of the British Empire, vol. 1, p. 2.

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"Kill-!!"

In my ears, there was the sound of the soldiers of the two armies fighting desperately.

In front of him, all he could see was blood and corpses.

…… It's a good feeling.

Magnus stretched out his right hand, clenched into a fist, his eyes glazed over.

Wake up to the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beautiful women, don't rush to deny, this is every man's dream.

And now, Magnus has taken the first step - if he gives a command, thousands of people will die for him, and what could be better in this world?

Yes, that's up, up, up.

A thousand people are not enough, ten thousand people are not enough, there are many, there are more, the Son of Heaven is angry and sheds a million, this is the end of the dream.

"Your Royal Highness!"

It's a pity that Odega, who is in charge of serving as the commander and meat shield, has a crooked nose when he sees Magnus like this.

It's a battlefield! A battlefield where a stray arrow can kill you! Not the place for you to pose!

I really want to pose, and when I win this war, I can pose as much as you want, but now, you give me a good shrunk back! Why do you think I made you a meat shield?

- Well, unlike the Chinese tradition of the sons of daughters sitting in the court, the lords of Europa must take the lead in every battle, but this is not the case for Magnus now.

Because his unlucky father, Harold, the former king of England, was killed by a stray arrow in the eye when he was a soldier.

Since then, Odegar has been like an old hen guarding her nest, protecting Magnus tightly everywhere, let alone going to war herself.

"Your Royal Highness, our war with the enemy has begun! What's next?! ”

There was no way, Magnus had not come back to his senses after shouting, and Odegar could not have slapped his big ears over, so he could only continue to shout, and threw out a question, intending to attract the attention of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Magnus woke up from a dream.

"Oh...... Oh, then go with the plan and let them start to slowly withdraw. ”

It's a trick to lure the troops.

Throughout the battlefield, Magnus was most worried about cavalry, and what he feared most was cavalry. That kind of cavalry charges together, and thousands of horses trample the earth, no, it doesn't take thousands of horses, it only takes a hundred horses, and it can make Mother Earth tremble.

A hundred cavalry can defeat at least twice as many elite infantry, three times as many ordinary soldiers, and ten times as many cannon fodder.

Moreover, this lethality will increase linearly exponentially as the number of cavalry increases.

This was a fact that was drawn at that time after the cavalry was specially led by Lefèvre to lead his cavalry team in a drill in order to estimate the lethality of the cavalry.

Therefore, the core of this war was how to defeat the cavalry of the Duke of Brittany.

It was in this context that the technique of luring the enemy was proposed.

The Carol mercenary group under Grand Master Chauncy is responsible for luring the enemy, Magnus's own Praetorian Guards are too heavy (everyone wears chain mail) to be suitable for this occasion, as for the other mercenary groups, cannon fodder-like characters, Magnus is still afraid of them bad things!

However, in order to reassure the Carol mercenary group, Magnus also paid a great price.

"Uhhh

A horn made of cowhide sounds.

"Grand Master, the horn has sounded, we can withdraw!"

In the midst of the chaos, No. 1 stood on Chauncey's left side, sideways dodging a farmer's trembling pickaxe, and turned around and wiped his neck.

In fact, now on the battlefield, the Carol mercenary group still has some advantages.

This is very normal, according to the theory of soldier classification, the Carol mercenary group can be regarded as 'ordinary soldiers', even if it is a new recruit, because they have seen blood two days ago, they can be regarded as sandwiched between 'cannon fodder' and 'ordinary soldiers';

"Are you sure? We're just getting started! ”

The battlefield was noisy, and even if No. 1 was by Chaunse's side, Chauncy had to shout at the top of his voice to confirm again.

"Yes! You listen! The trumpet is already blowing for the second time! ”

Number One was right, and the loud horn sounded again, and this time everyone on the battlefield could hear it clearly.

"Withdraw! Remove! ”

The military order is like a mountain, not to mention that this military order can still preserve the combat effectiveness of the mercenary group, Changxi no longer hesitated, gave an order, and then decisively turned around and ran.

The entire Carol mercenary group of more than 700 people, as if it was a chain reaction of the domino card, began to rout and fled.

"Hmph."

It's too much to look down on people.

Do you think I won't be able to see such an obvious trick to lure the enemy?

The Duke of Brittany thought to himself, but he had to admit that he really didn't have anything to do.

His cannon fodder, which was just used to fill up, had been blinded by the false victory, and his body unconsciously ran with the rout of the Carol mercenary group, and he was about to follow the enemy's base camp!

"After all, they're just a bunch of cannon fodder."

The Duke of Brittany thought so, and then planned to go with them.

When a unit acts autonomously on the battlefield and doesn't listen to commands, you can treat it as dead.

Even though it's still fighting hard, it's the same.

"How are our cavalry ready?"

The Duke of Brittany asked the cavalry captain beside him.

"I'm always ready to fight for you."

The cavalry captain is also a fifty-year-old man, and although the ruthless years have taken away his energy and strength, he has been replaced by more and more experience and precipitation.

The Duke of Brittany was able to hand over the cavalry to him with confidence, and it was precisely because of this.

"Charge from the flanks, is that okay?"

The Duke of Brittany, who was not a memorial man (although he had not actually commanded several battles), immediately asked.

"I'm afraid not."

Unexpectedly, the veteran spoke out against it.

"The enemy seems to have been particularly prepared against the cavalry, and if we rush to charge......"

Rightfully so, the Duke of Brittany was skeptical of this prevarication.

Fortunately, however, the veteran also made an imitation based on the description of the scout cavalry.

"Let's bring it up."

The veteran said this, and then the six horsemen worked together to lift a strangely shaped object up.

It consists of six pieces of wood with sharpened tops, three in the front and three in the back, and rests firmly on the ground.

"This thing...... It's about the same as our gun array (1). ”

After staring for a long time, the Duke of Brittany said.

"Yes, Lord Duke, I think this thing was born from imitation of the gun array. But the gun array can advance, it can kill and injure infantry, and this thing, as long as the person with eyes will not collide, therefore, its use can only be to defend against cavalry. ”

It does make some sense.

The Duke of Brittany understood that once the cavalry charged, especially in a large-scale group charge, it was impossible to stop even if there was a sea of swords and fire in front of them, otherwise the only result would be to be trampled into meatloaf by the friendly forces behind them.

Besides, this thing is really cheap, very cheap, and quite easy to make, even a farmer, as long as he has enough wood, can make many in a day.

"Is there such a thing all around the enemy?"

"Yes, Lord Duke, according to the Scout's description, all the mountains around the enemy are filled with this kind of thing."

After listening to the veteran's description, the Duke of Brittany almost wanted to scold his mother.

Did you hit me or did I hit you? Why do you make it look like I'm tackling it?

Fortunately, he has been a duke for many years, and his temperament has still been raised.

"In other words, can we only charge from the front?"

"About this ......" The veteran unconsciously showed a wry smile: "Lord Duke, I don't think the enemy will leave such a big loophole, the front, it is very likely to be a trap!" ”