More than 30,000 cavalry, charging on the vast plain, what kind of feelings would the soldiers on the opposite side make?

Is it the earth shaking, is the smoke and dust obscuring the sky, is the shouting of killing resounding through the wild, or is it the reflection of the sword that pierces the eyes...

Those who are there will tell you that, yes, they are.

At the beginning of July on the Kursk Plain of the San Jose Empire, the sun was scorching. In this season, the distance between the red sun and the planet reaches its limit, and it exudes heat frantically, but the blue sun hides far away in the corners of the sky. The earth was covered in heat, and it was only early in the morning, and the heat was already overwhelming everyone on the ground.

The soldiers of San Jose, each dressed in neat fish-scale infantry armor, had a small round shield tied to his left arm to protect his side, and a spear in his right hand, resting on the shoulders of the people in front of him. For every 3,000 people, a phalanx of fifty by sixty is formed.

In the field, there were eighteen such phalanxes, a total of three rows, six in each row. The difference is that the phalanx in the two rows in the center, their armor is silver-white and snowy, and behind them is a red cloak. The phalanxes on both sides are wearing black leather armor.

The ones in white armor were the San Jose Guards, the elite force that defended the castle of Kyoto. And the black phalanx was formed by the northern border guards.

After the outbreak of the war near Red Leaf Town, the northern border guards quickly moved to the vicinity of Red Leaf Town, but they didn't expect that a battle was not fought, and the local garrison that replaced their defense area made the Desik people feel the back road. Fortunately, the Guards reacted quickly, otherwise, the Desik cavalry would have already hit the Red Castle.

The border guards who are holding back the fire in their bellies are all very depressed at this time, and they just want to wash away their shame on the battlefield. In any case, it is their defenses that are lost, and if they cannot defeat the Desikhs head-on, they will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

From the air, eighteen super-large phalanxes were neatly arranged in principle, and on the scorching sun overhead, everyone was sweating profusely, and their armor had been burned hot, and there were constantly servants carrying buckets of water and pouring cold water on the armor of those soldiers to cool them down.

"How's it going?" Count Mosik, in the headquarters not far away, turned back to the magicians behind him who were meditating with their eyes closed. It is a wooden tower, 20 degrees high, with wheels at the bottom to push and move, and above the tower is a platform where Count Mosik and the general of the staff are located, constantly holding "telescopes" (Note 1) to look out at the battlefield in the distance.

"No elemental disturbances were felt nearby!" said one of the magicians.

"Looks like the Desiks want to fight a regular field battle!" said General Montgomery in surprise. "Be careful, though, the Desiks are not wolves now, but poisonous snakes, beware of their sudden attacks. ”

Count Mosik looked calm.

Behind the San Jose phalanx are more than fifty giant catapults, transported from all over San Jose, piled at the foot of the catapults. The boulder is polished into a spherical stone projectile, and when thrown by the catapult, the impact is huge and rolls, causing a large number of casualties to the enemy. The catapults are mainly controlled by the garrisons in various places, and compared with the guards and border guards, the garrisons are much inferior in terms of individual bravery and team discipline, and the staff has to let them act as reserves and mechanized soldiers to control these big guys in the rear.

San Jose is a strong country, and the development of machinery is also leading the country. These trebuchets can fire more than 500 pounds of stone projectiles to a distance of 800 grams, and with the help of pulleys and levers, they can fire at a speed of more than five rounds per minute under the control of a team of skilled mechanists. These fifty trebuchets can cover an impact area of 500 grams in a single salvo, which is quite powerful.

And between the phalanxes, there are many crossbows. These crossbows are special in that they are mounted on a four-wheeled slab, and the base is almost identical to that used by trebuchets, so that they can withstand the power of the crossbow when fired. The thick crossbow arrows, the cold light flashed, and they were ready to fight.

The soldiers in the phalanx were also quite nervous, although they were all elite Guards soldiers, but it was the first time they had experienced a war of this scale, and the ferocious Desik cavalry had long been famous.

"Boom, boom!" The earth thumped as the horse's hooves and wolf's claws shook, and the trebuchet's sight (Note 2) shook to the ground. The operator on the side hurriedly reached out and held it down to prevent the sight from being shaken off, and a loud command from the commander came from behind him, "Recalibration!"

"It's begun!" Count Mosick whispered.

The position where the Desik launched the charge, two miles away, slowly increased speed after a distance of one mile, and when they reached one mile, they suddenly exerted force. The wolf rode in the middle, and the horses on the sides, setting off a charging procession across the plain. The smoke and dust kicked up by the horseshoe wolf's claws obscured the sight of the soldiers in the rear. No one cared about this at this time, and the knight on the horse or Steppenwolf clutched the reins and bowed down, with hot air whistling in his ears.

"Trebuchet ready! trebuchet ready!" The trebuchet position behind the San Jose phalanx, the commander gave a loud order, the manipulators had already prepared, the trebuchets held the rope tightly, sweat was low, and they didn't dare to wipe their eyes, staring ahead with full attention, waiting for orders.

"Target, 800 grams!" the soldier at the observation post turned his head sharply and yelled at the commander. In less than a minute, I only heard the latter's roar, "Trebuchet, release!"

The soldiers holding the rope pulled the rope in their hands hard, and under the action of the lever, the horizontal bar of the trebuchet was turned up, and a spherical stone bullet flew into the sky with a roar. And under the trebuchet, the commander continued to issue orders, "Reload!" All the soldiers moved, busy.

More than 50 stone bullets tumbled and flew into the sky, the stones rubbed violently against the air, and some of the stones began to burn red. After leaping to the highest point, the stone began to fall suddenly, crashing into the wolves and horses galloping in the distance.

"Peng, Peng, Peng!" There was a loud bang, and San Jose's stone bullet smashed into the charging crowd, and the round stone bullet first bounced violently after landing, then jumped a few times, and then rolled forward, all the way through, even the Steppenwolf was vulnerable to two grams high. A few less fortunate Steppenwolves were hit by stone bullets, and instantly spat blood and flew far away, and were immediately trampled into flesh by the horses in the back row.

The stone bullets were very powerful, but fortunately, the queue of the charge was relatively scattered, and some of the stone bullets did not hit anyone at all, but caused a small amount of panic, and the Desik cavalry quickly returned to normal.

The charge that started from a distance of 800 grams was close to 400 grams in just one minute, and the San Jose trebuchet fired a total of five rounds of stone projectiles, but because of the angle, they could no longer fire stone bullets, and switched to small gravel packs. These are small bags of rubble, sharp stones wrapped in silk cloth with iron nails mixed inside. After launching, the cloth bag will shatter when it hits the ground, spraying iron nails and sharp stones, causing a large number of casualties.

After two more rounds of firing, the Desik cavalrymen flipped on their backs and suffered a lot of damage. However, these casualties were something they had to bear, and under the leadership of the charging commander, the soldiers who had escaped the attack were still lying on their mounts with their bodies bowed and advancing at high speed, intending to rush through the rain of bullets as fast as possible.

At a distance of about two hundred and fifty grams, San Jose's crossbows and archers began to shoot, and the sky feathered arrows once again descended on the Desik cavalry, but these did not cause much damage, and the Desik cavalry that rushed up was too much, and the number of those feathered arrows was only a drop in the bucket, only taking away some cavalry in the back row, and the distance of two hundred and fifty grams was fleeting.

"Huh!" the leading Desik Wasteland warrior drew the scimitar at his side, the snow-bright scimitar glittering in the red sun. A cold light flashed, and all the wasteland warriors on the back of the wolf drew their decik scimitars, and the rangers on both sides also lowered their bayonets. With the movement of the horse's hooves, it was tossed and turned.

"Everyone, hold on!" roared the commander of the Guards, and between the five phalanxes in the front row, there was a man in black plate armor, wearing a knight's face armor, and carrying a wolf's tooth sledgehammer, riding on a group of tall horses. He is Viscount Slim, the commander of the San Jose Guard, a general of the Guards who is trusted by the San Jose royal family. Dressed in armor, he is like a steel can, and he is extremely powerful. Behind him, the San Jose Golden Book Coupon Heraldic Banner was erected high, under the banner, which was the same attire, this was the personal guard of Viscount Slim in the Guard, and it was the elite of the Guard.

The commander of the Guards looked back at the commander Viscount Slim, and saw that the black-armored general waved his hand, and the front-line commander immediately turned his head and shouted, "Let go of the guns, let go of the guns, everyone let go of the guns!" The soldiers of the Guards who heard the order, the first three rows knelt down on one knee, pressed the counterweight of the spear to the ground, and supported the barrel of the spear with both hands, so that the spear was erected at 45 degrees;

In front of them, the Desik soldiers could already be seen rushing towards them, their sinister faces, their scimitars raised diagonally upwards behind them, and the crossbow arrows that some of them had stuck in their bodies but had fallen on deaf ears. Steppenwolf grinned widely, the saliva hanging from his teeth pulling long threads as he ran.

"It's coming!" Whether it was the front-line commander, the ordinary soldiers, or Viscount Slim behind him, everyone's hearts were shocked. The archers and crossbowmen hurried to shoot the last round of crossbow arrows, and then quickly retreated. The battle was still long, and the precious shooters could not be lost on the first wave of charges.

"Boom!" The black torrent rushed into the white phalanx, and there was a loud bang!

Note 1: San Jose has developed science and technology, and many gadgets for use on the battlefield have been invented for a long time, and telescopes are one of them, which San Jose's front-line commanders will equip.

Note 2: Also invented by San Jose, the clever shooting allows the bombardier to drop the bomb more accurately.