On the day of the decisive battle, in the early morning, the gray weather was mixed with a light rain, although the rain was not heavy, but it was better than continuous, it was originally a dirt road stepped on by human feet, and it immediately became muddy under the invasion of rain, and it was difficult for people and animals to walk. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In such weather, whether to insist on launching an offensive was a question for the Count of Brest.

Cavalry is not suitable for rainy attacks.

The reason is very simple, even if it is tacitly assumed that every knight's riding skills are excellent, and there will be no innocent loss of the horse losing its front hooves on a rainy day, and the war horse will not be able to run on the muddy road in the rain. The loss of the proud speed, and the impact of speed, although it is not as scrapped as the public thinks, but it does lose part of its combat effectiveness.

But after thinking about it, the Earl finally made the decision to 'fight'.

Because he can't afford to wait.

Magnus's cavalry was incapacitated by the illness of the horses, and no one knew when the horses would return to normal, just as no one knew when the rain would stop.

If, just in case, before the rain stopped, the horses healed, and the cavalry regained their combat effectiveness, then the earl ushered in not victory, but a thousand miles of giving people a head salute with light affection.

Moreover, even if the earl's cavalry is weakened, judging from the ready-made value of combat effectiveness, it was 100 before it was weakened, and now there is at least 50, while Magnus is 0, it is 0!

The advantages are still obvious.

Taking a step back, on a rainy day, the range and accuracy of the archers will be greatly reduced, the army of the Count of Brest is composed of elite cavalry and conscripted peasants who have no training at all, so it naturally does not matter whether they shoot arrows or not, but Magnus's army has about fifty archer mercenaries.

Don't underestimate these fifty people, if it is a sunny day, all the conditions are suitable, these fifty people alone can give great damage to the conscripted peasant soldiers who are cannon fodder, and seriously damage the morale of the earl's army.

Therefore, after thinking about it, various reasons overlapped, and the Count finally hardened his heart and made the decision to fight.

The Earl made a decision, and the barracks, which had been silent because of the rainy weather, suddenly burst into the sound of chickens and dogs jumping, and after tossing and turning for a full two hours, began to move forward slowly.

"It's really ...... coming"

On the other side, after a delay of about fifteen minutes, two and a half hours after the count's army began to march, Magnus finally got the news.

General Dugan couldn't tell how he was feeling right now, angry? Astonished? Unbelievable? Or maybe it's complicated and inexplicable.

It's like catching a mischievous kitten, it looks so petite and ...... It's so cute that you can barely take precautions, but the moment it relaxes its guard, it raises its claws, and sharp spikes emerge from its furry palms, and it is a claw that slams into your face.

It's not painful, and it's not life-threatening, but it's humiliating, especially when there are other people around.

That's how General Duggan feels now.

I thought it was a matter of hand capture, but if Magnus hadn't insisted on sending scouts to inspect, maybe he would have to react until the enemy arrived, and his reputation would have been ruined!

Besides, he had blown a big word in front of His Royal Highness the Prince, and the enemy would never dare to take the initiative to attack! Isn't that just a slap in the face!

But now is not the time to think about that.

"General Dugan, I am not familiar with the cavalry, your own cavalry, and my knights, I have handed them all over to you; You can order them to strike from anywhere at any time, I don't care about casualties, I just hope that you will bring me news of victory. ”

Sitting on the throne, Magnus began to call the shots.

When he gave the order, whether it was Odega, Kurt, Alphonse, or Lefèvre as an ally, or even General Dugan, who was above the top, had to and must stand up and listen to his orders.

"Thank you for your trust, and I will live up to your expectations."

Dugan was commanded, and his gray hair gave off a certain color, like an old lion, and although it was no longer as sharp as it had been in his youth, no one dared to despise its minions.

Hearing Dugan's statement, Magnus was relieved and didn't have to worry about Dugan's inability to work. He saved him from the possibility of defeat once, and gave him great trust, so it is reasonable that Dugan should repay him with his military exploits.

"Uncle Odega, the remaining seven hundred mercenaries, and the hundred Praetorian Guards beside me, I will leave them all to you."

After a moment's hesitation, Magnus said again.

"Although there are some overreaches, please listen to my advice, the two generals: the enemy is coming from the rain, and it will be quite difficult on the way, we need not deliberately pursue victory, we only need to spend time with them until the rain stops, and when they are completely exhausted, it will be our victory."

That's what General Dugan said.

Magnus knew very well in his heart that if there was a prestige system, then he would probably have been respected by Odegar, no matter what he did, as long as it made sense, Odega would obey, but Dugan was not necessarily.

And in Europa in this era, fighting is a fight, a desperate fight, a desperate fight, which side can't hold on first, the other side wins.

Although it seems a little ridiculous, but from the side, this is what the soldiers call the 'dignified army', the way of marching, with ingenuity, with righteousness, as long as the frontal battlefield is won, the enemy's small tricks will be powerless.

"Follow your orders."

The two generals looked at each other and replied in unison, Magnus had noticed the small movements between them, but he didn't have any good ideas.

As I said before, he is good at construction and economics, and he can be so-so by relying on insight that transcends the times and thousands of years, but war, war cannot be learned by relying on those computer games.

Sometimes Magnus feels lucky, but luckily he has a loyal veteran like Odegar by his side, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do when it comes to war.

Of course, Odegar alone is not enough, which is why Magnus will stuff Alphonse under Odegar, hoping to train the next general, and at the same time he himself follows Odegar, every day, not to become a victorious general, at least to mobilize troops or something.

In the Middle Ages, nothing was more important than the army.

Magnus still sees this quite clearly.

It also took a lot of time to gather the soldiers, especially the pampered knights and the free-spirited mercenaries, who made up almost the vast majority of the army. But fortunately, Magnus strictly forbade drinking in the army, and the soldiers could only lie down in the tent to sleep, otherwise it would be unpleasant to say that on this rainy day, no one expected that the Count of Brest would come to attack, and I don't know how many people would be drunk and slaughtered by others!

So, to be honest, Lord Earl actually has real skills, but he is just unlucky and can't meet the right person.

By the time Magnus and the others finally kicked all the soldiers out of the warm shack, there seemed to be no human voices in the distance, and the sound of carriages and horses had faintly come with the wind.

That's the enemy, they've arrived.