Rumbling artillery, dazzling spells and magic collided in the air, and soldiers from the Norman League and the St. Orlando League slaughtered each other in the hapless town of Fontainebleau, staging the Iron and Blood and the crucial Second Battle of Fontainebleau. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As the defender, the Philip Independent Legion arrived in the town three days in advance and was immediately alerted by the Kingdom's intelligence services, with three Norman frontier legions and a heavy centaur cavalry corps about to attack, leaving him with little time to set up his defenses.

Major General Philip had to squeeze his soldiers to give up their rest time and start digging fortifications in the rain, building watchtowers and defensive forts, and building all sorts of improvised defensive equipment to deal with any eventuality.

It's just that everything didn't go so smoothly from the beginning of the excavation of the fortifications, the continuous heavy rain made the soil sober and soft, the entire trench was soaked in water, which made the soldiers extremely painful, and then the gunpowder was damp in a large area and had to let the mage continue to ensure the safety of the gunpowder after using the compleat mud to stone method, as for the small problem of moldy food and the cold and cold, Major General Philip had little time to take care of, and his primary purpose now was to block the other party and urge Princess Josephine to bring the troops over quickly, otherwise...... The Major General said that he did not want to be crushed to slag by the iron hooves of the centaur.

The Norman Legion in the intelligence was also uncomfortable, and the logistical problems caused by the emergency dispatch were very serious, even if Count George took them to Pirlofa first to loot some supplies, they still had to face the situation that the St. Orlando League had already entered Fontainebleau, and they had to take their lives to fill the opponent's fortifications, and the Centaur Commander could not help in this regard, so he could only say that once the obstacle was removed, they would be able to storm the enemy as quickly as possible.

Eventually, the battle began without adequate preparation on both sides, and the warriors from the Northern Empire formed a dozen or so hundred-strong troops to storm the defenders' outposts, and these enemies were immediately in sight when they were fired by the rifles of the Riberian Legion, the musketeers of these island nations were among the strongest smoothbore infantry of the era, and the troops known for their tenacity and chance began to line their guns almost thirty meters from these Normans, It was directly reimbursed in just one round, and the two hundred people who rushed to the front even scared the survivors were prostrate on the ground and did not dare to move for a moment.

Finding that it was impossible to shake the position of the Red Coats, Earl George immediately discussed with the generals to send the accompanying mages and infantry light artillery, Major General Philip's response was very simple, that is, the duel between the mages was to let the mages deal with it themselves, and the independent army could completely pull all the heavy artillery to the town, how could the infantry artillery have an advantage in the artillery duel?

So the Norman infantry stormed the position four times in a row, leaving nothing but countless corpses and the same number of unlucky people who were wounded but did not die but could not return.

Looking at the town surrounded by gunsmoke, the endless trenches, wooden fences, horse rejections, improvised city defense crossbows, and the damn cannons, Count George was only angry and helpless. There were more than 20,000 Norman troops gathered here, but the terrain and weather problems could not allow his troops to launch an attack at the same time, and at most more than 1,000 people could be invested, which could not withstand the artillery interception and musket salvo of the Red Coats.

"What a damn place, can't we just burn it down again?"

The generals looked at each other, and the black-robed representative from the Norman Arcane Council spoke: "Lord George, in this situation, the mages can't cast a large-scale destruction spell before they get rid of the Riberian mages, and the weather has greatly suppressed the use of plastic magic, so we can't do your request for the time being." ”

"What's more, the order given by the emperor is to occupy and not destroy, fart!" Coming in from outside the tent was a centaur general who wore heavy cavalry armor and was as large as a chariot, and even George gritted his teeth and glared at him.

The centaur looked at these high-ranking officers and suddenly smiled: "You have a so-called military meeting like this? Am I overestimating your tactical literacy, or should I laugh at your courage for not much difference from ass. ”

"Crossas! Don't go too far! Here I am the Supreme Commander! ”

"Hah, but you can't fulfill the Emperor's orders, can you, ass?"

Ignoring the growing fire of the other party, Crosus continued to ask, "Don't you know how many tongues to catch?" First figure out the intelligence and then find the weak points, talk about how much we lost by looking at the attack in half a day? ”

Immediately, a general stepped forward: "I have just received information from the priests that there are about 700 wounded, and the statistics of the commanders of the troops at all levels are about 300 killed in battle, and about 1,000 are missing and wounded. ”

"That means we were reimbursed almost 1,000 on the first day? It's really ugly stats, and we need to study and study it to stop the attack. ”

George seized the opportunity to glared at Crothas, "Don't you have a way to do it?" ”

Crosas glared at the Count, and suddenly grabbed the other party's collar and raised it directly to look at each other: "Don't be too arrogant, you don't think that just relying on your mouth and the soft stick below you can make me obey orders, right?" Now I'm going to prepare the logistics, organize those bastard animals to prepare for battle, and if I can't do it, I'll pop your balls, and let you taste the majesty of the centaur warriors, do you understand? ”

"Yes......"

Throwing the confessed Earl George out of the tent, Crossus walked to the commander's position: "Okay, useless guy get out, now let's study it, according to the intelligence alliance and reinforcements, in my opinion......"

Just when the Norman Confederate Army was deliberating, Major General Philip looked at the sky with a stinky face, the damn rain reimbursed a third of his gunpowder reserves, not to mention the non-combat losses of two hundred soldiers, and now the entire legion is surrounded in this damn town, and has to face the Normans from time to time to run and sneak attack, which makes the soldiers of the Redcoat Army very unhappy and immediately responds to the other party's volley of guns, which makes the speed of gunpowder consumption unbearable.

"Damn the weather, damn the Normans, the herald will go to the mages and ask where the Imperial princess is!"

After the roar, he was in a slightly better mood, but the gunpowder problem was still bothering the Legion, and this was the first day, and the gunpowder was running out too quickly, and if Princess Josephine didn't arrive in time for another three days, he would have to fight the enemy in the cramped fortifications with bayonets and the centaur monsters......

The battle began again after dinner, and the centaur general Krosas sent two night raid troops, of which 500 men would sneak up on the front line to wreak havoc, and the other 300 centaur cavalry would surprise the enemy in the opposite direction, opening as much space as possible to see if they could successfully break the enemy.

It's just that this general who grew up in the steppe doesn't seem to notice one thing, the modern army is indeed stronger and easier to train than the classical era, but there is still no culture, only know to obey the orders of the commander, especially drinking the blood of the soldiers, deducting salaries, it is simply the truth of all the world, so the attacking Norman soldiers generally have no morale, neither have enough food nor adequate nutrition, they all have night blindness.

As for the sturdy centaur heavy cavalry, it has to be said that if it were a field battle, it would have been a very strong force, and it would have been a very strong force for the cavalry to harass the musketeers in the fortifications, or the Riberian soldiers, who were known for their precision and discipline......

The prepared troops, led by the officers, slowly touched their way, only to stop at a ditch that had been abandoned,

"Sir, there's too much muddy water here, we can't attack quickly."

"Hurry up, you pigs! For the sake of His Majesty the Emperor, I order you to rush forward at once! The Norman officer didn't want to listen to the soldier's excuse at all, and directly took out his pistol and aimed it at the soldier who had just spoken, "Or do you want to taste what is called imperial punishment?" ”

I don't know if it's because I'm afraid of the officer's pistol, or if I'm afraid of the platoon guns of the red-clothed army in front, and if my brain short-circuits, I will make something strange and the fact is not strange enough, "Charge!! WAAAAAAAgh！！！ The soldier who suddenly roared rushed forward like an orc, and in less than two seconds the remaining soldiers also let out a battle cry and coerced the hapless officer to launch a decisive charge.

As soon as the frightened defenders reacted, they saw the magic glow lit up on the opponent's camp and the flares fired by the infantry cannons, "Enemy attack!" Enemy attack! The sentry who raised the alarm did not see exactly how many Norman troops were charging, and directly issued the alarm at the highest level, and soon the whole town was up and running a counterattack, and the unfortunate pig group of 500 was just approaching the second trench when there were only fifty meters left, and finally saw the situation in front with the help of flares: the whole trench was full of bayonet muskets sticking out, and just now the officer could even see the slightly young and rigid faces of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Riberia in front, and then a neat row of guns rang out in the night sky.

It turned out that only 500 people attacked from one direction, and a long queue of guns was still not enough for them to attack the enemy, but in the first round, more than 200 people were killed and wounded, which directly shocked the remaining people, and what was desperate was that the second platoon replaced his colleagues and once again lined up the surprise attack troops, so far all 500 groups were wiped out.

At the moment when they heard the alarm, the centaur sneak attack troops also knew that another group of people must have been discovered, but they didn't know that their comrades were lined up before they got close, so this group of heavy cavalry actually armed themselves according to the equipment used to impact the field position, and it can only be said that there may be something missing in their brains, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves alarmed that line, but this time the defenders did not show the quality they should have, Only one round of guns was struck, and no more than twenty cavalrymen were killed at a distance of at least 80 meters, and the swarming centaurs trampled through the position.

The reason is that the defenders of the battle line on this day are the troops with the heaviest losses during the day, and the original intention of rotating them here is to let them rest and recuperate, but they are unlucky to encounter the attack of heavy cavalry and have not yet set up a rejection horse, and they are directly rushed into the position by the other party and killed!

When Major General Philip got the news, the front line had been put into the counterattack and the Norman officer corps had also sent reinforcements to support it.

The sonata of blood and fire has become more and more intense, and neither side wants to fight, but a night attack will eventually become a tactic to add fuel to the fire, so that the elite troops will be frantically attrition, and no one knows what will become in the end.