He was answered by a smashing monocular.

It's not stuffing or handing, it's smashing. At the same time, there was Framar's increasingly fierce roar: "I want a gun, hurry!" Are you deaf? ”

"Guns?" The adjutant still did not recover from his previous state of ignorance. Despite being hit in the forehead by the telescope, he still endured the pain and asked with trepidation, "What gun?" ”

"Arquebus!" The duke did not act like a well-educated nobleman at the moment, he was furious, waved his hand and slapped the adjutant in the face, then turned around and stared at the attendants standing a few meters behind him with fierce eyes: "Give me your guns, you want them now!" ”

The attendants, who had just woken up from a dream, hurriedly ran over, took off the long-barreled musket they were carrying on their shoulders and handed it to the duke. Flamal became extremely arrogant, and as he took the gun, he snatched the waterproof leather bag containing gunpowder and bullets that the soldier hung from his waist, and quickly reloaded it with skillful movements. After doing all this, he fell to the ground with his upper body on, and learned from the giant infantry he had seen in the telescope before, placing the barrel of his gun between two stones, and silently aiming.

Flamar recalls the military training he received from his father in his youth, resisting the intense fear in his heart and trying to keep himself calm.

He didn't know the word "lying shot". But the benefits of shooting while lying on the ground are obvious, as it allows for a more secure aim and a significant reduction in the body's attack surface.

"Damn, why didn't I think to do this?" He was still muttering to himself.

The Great Kingdoms have been using the gun platoon tactics for decades. It's not that no one has thought of new tactics. Strictly speaking, shooting from a lying position is nothing new, but because of the heavy casualties of soldiers who had no time to dodge due to the advent of artillery, and the long interval between arquebus shots, it became inevitable to shoot in a dense horizontal column in order to ensure dense fire projection.

What really intrigued Vlamal was the trenches.

He discovered a new method of warfare: whether it was a solid cannonball being used by the Kingdom Coalition or an exploding cannonball like the Northern Giant, as long as there was a trench, it could effectively protect the soldiers.

The artillery fire on the opposite side was fierce, and the giant infantry hid in the trenches without the slightest intention of coming out. The Viking soldiers who attacked were not fools, and when they saw their comrades in front of them falling in pieces, the followers behind suddenly became confused. Some of them looked for cover on the spot, while others simply turned around and fled.

Flamal took aim and turned to flee back, and the nearest deserter lit the line.

The gun rang out, and the man slumped twice, and the arquebus slipped from his hand, falling backwards.

The duke got up from the ground, and he went against the norm and ordered the adjutant with a curse: "Let the overseers go up, and if they find deserters, they will be shot on the spot, and they will not be merciful." ”

"Do your bidding!" The adjutant reflexively stood up and saluted.

Flamar glanced at him, a trace of exhaustion on his gray face: "I'm too tired, I'll go back and rest." It's up to you to take over the command. Remember, every 30,000 men are attacking in batches and must not stop. ”

With that, he walked straight to a horse, stepped on the stirrup, turned over and rode in the direction of the camp in the distance.

……

Before entering the tent, Flamar instructed the guards on duty outside to help him remove his armor. He seemed sleepy and said casually, "Go do your business, don't stay here, let me rest quietly alone." ”

The guards did as they were told.

Flamal strode into the tent and lowered the curtains.

Suddenly, as if he had changed, he swept away the decadence on his previous face, walked to the marching bed in a few strides, and bent down to take out a light gray cloth bag from under the bed.

The bag contained a set of Viking herald uniforms.

Changing into his uniform as fast as he could, Flamar grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and wiped it vigorously on his face. He looked down to make sure that he didn't have any extravagant ornaments that would attract the attention of others, then he picked up the arquebus and bullet pouch leaning against the wall, turned and walked out of the tent, untied the reins of the war horse tied to the stake outside, took one last look at the battlefield in the distance, and quickly rode towards the east.

He had prepared this outfit in advance last night.

The horses were also carefully selected, and instead of his usual mount, Flamal chose another horse with an average appearance but good stamina. On the horse's back was a pocket containing enough dry food for ten days. The kraft bag contained water, as well as a certain amount of spirits.

The so-called "dignity of the nobility" is not worth mentioning in Flamal's opinion. He was mentally prepared for failure. The outcome of the battle was nothing more than victory and defeat. If the giants were defeated and successfully captured the city called "Learning to Capture", Flamal and the rest of his soldiers would defend the city. If the giant wins, Flamal will leave the battlefield early depending on the situation, and secretly flee alone.

Herald uniforms are good camouflage. According to Viking military practice, heralds had the privilege of passing through various checkpoints without being checked.

This battle is no longer fought. Both in terms of weapons and tactics, the giants have the upper hand. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Vlamar could not have imagined that this was the usual ridicule of the nobles and kings to ridicule the "ignorant barbarians".

The Duke didn't want to die in vain in a place like this.

Taking advantage of the temporary stalemate in the battle situation in front of him, the overall battle situation has not collapsed, so he hurried to the riverside in the east.

Flamal reserved a small boat in a secluded location downstream away from the ferry crossing. It was made of wood from which the pontoon bridge was made, and it was a small sampan, just enough to accommodate one man and one horse.

Every time he fought, the Duke would leave himself a safe escape in advance. Out of prudence, he did every step by himself and never confessed to his cronies below.

Vlamar was well aware that there was a good chance that one person would escape, especially when the entire army was fighting bloody battles in front, and the giants would only turn all their attention there.

As long as you wait patiently until it gets dark, you can cross the river quietly without realizing it.

As long as you can live, what are you afraid of if a few more people die?

I'm a hereditary duke. Even if all the soldiers were abandoned, the king would remember the past and the merits of the past, and would not sentence himself to death, at most from duke to marquis, or even earl.

As long as you live, anything is possible.

When it's dead, there's nothing.

……

Vlamal had a high prestige in the army. This was because he had long stood on a fair and just standpoint, trying his best to get better treatment for the soldiers from the king and nobles. In addition, the duke's military talent and vision earned him the title of "Viking God of War" due to his successive victories in skirmishes between the Vikings and other kingdoms during the so-called "Northern Truce".

Flamal does not usually have adjutant generals in wartime, and he has only one "adjutant corps" by his side. The specific structure and model are quite similar to the "staff system" in the era of civilization. The members of the Adjutant Corps were loyal to the Duke and took every order of Vlamar seriously. Even after he fled alone, the lieutenants still followed his previous orders and threw three consecutive attack waves into the giant's position directly in front of him.

Despite being mentally prepared for "this is a vicious battle", Yuan Kai was taken aback by the frantic onslaught of the Viking soldiers. He could not comprehend the insane and stubborn actions of the white men, nor the use of the marching bands that marched after the arquebusiers. Admittedly, the white man's military music was rhythmic, and the snare drum beating sounded uplifting. It is difficult to change the habits of perennial training and military canons in a short period of time, although Flamal repeatedly warned that "the front-line infantry must keep a distance and not give the giants a chance to inflict mass casualties", but the soldiers sent later still followed the old and did not change.

The Viking infantry marched forward in a neat formation, their sluggish pace matched to the rhythm of military music. They did not open fire until they reached a position about sixty meters from the Second Army. This was to ensure the range and accuracy of the arquebus, but at least half of them had no chance to shoot when they reached this position, and fell forever.

Charging after the shot, these Viking soldiers were armed with waist knives, knowing full well that their opponents would not give them time to shoot again. Even if the giant is tall, he must rush up to fight hand-to-hand and create opportunities for his companions behind him as much as possible.

The follow-up attack became extremely fierce, and the forward positions of the Second Legion were once attacked by frenzied Viking soldiers, who unfortunately failed to kill any of the giants in close combat, and the only effect was to disrupt the defense, forcing Yuan Kai to order an increase in the frequency of artillery fire.

Flamal never dreamed of such a change.

The adjutants were no longer confident that they would win the battle, and they hurriedly sent people back to the camp to find Flamal and wanted him to come out and take charge of the situation. Soon, they received the shocking news that ———— Duke was not resting in the tent and that he was nowhere to be found.

In the afternoon, when the Prisoner Bull led the dragoon regiment around the flank of the Viking camp, the main Viking force on the western battlefield began to collapse almost simultaneously.

The mighty dragoons are nothing short of monsters. This lizard-like beast is taller than a giant. Although the rifle did not hit well during the cavalry shooting, there were so many Viking soldiers gathered together that the dragoons did not need to aim at all, and could easily reap the results by pulling the trigger towards the densest part of the crowd.

"Defend on the spot, be sure to block them!" The officers shouted hoarsely.

"Send more people, and you must find the Duke." The adjutants were well aware that only Flamal could cope with the situation.

The dragoons were accompanied by 20,000 dragoons from the flanks. The war horse comes from Zumu's many years of operation in the Tiger Clan, as well as the capture of the Dragon Clan in the war against the Tiger Clan. Among them, there are also Tiger King Yaoxian's support for the Dragon Clan after losing the Battle of Lock Dragon Pass, and there are also "benefits" that Wu Lin secretly used the power of the national teacher to secretly convey to the Dragon Clan.

When the cavalry troops circled to the flank of the Viking army, Yuan Kai ordered the reserve to be thrown into reserve and launched a general attack.

The light artillery was dragged away from its original position and followed the brigade of infantry to the east. The superior infantry and the dragon infantry, which was more advanced than the Vikings, formed a dense protection around the artillery team, and when they reached close range, the sappers quickly dug up the gun emplacements on the spot and opened fire on the Viking army.

The prisoner bull held the reins in his left hand, and his powerful legs tightly clamped the back of the velociraptor and rushed towards the fleeing Viking soldiers at a very high speed.

Velociraptors, more than six meters tall, scurried through the crowd, and the fleeing soldiers had no desire to fight, and no one wanted to raise their guns to aim. The news that the Duke is missing has long since spread, and whatever the specific reason is, the soldiers have become terrified because of it. Although the officers repeatedly stressed that "Master Vlamal will not abandon us", the human brain has always become imaginative in the face of difficulties and dangers, racking its brains to find any reason or excuse to normalize its survival behavior.

"The Duke has fled!"

"Flamal has abandoned us."

"Don't tell me that it's impossible, you have to show evidence, or get the Duke to come forward and prove that he didn't go."

Pressure from the west of the battlefield grew, and the retreat to the east and north was cut off by the dragon cavalry, and the entire Viking army was surrounded, and although they were outnumbered, they were unable to organize an effective defense.

At about six o'clock in the afternoon, the Count of Perris summoned an urgent meeting of the adjutant corps and senior officers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think you are well aware of the predicament that lies ahead of us." The Count's dark blue eyes revealed anxiety, and the fact that he hadn't shaved for days in a row made him look more and more haggard: "This war is beyond our capabilities. Giants are powerful. We ......"

He really can't say the rest of the words, in fact, he must say it, and every participant knows it.

After a few seconds of silence, Count Perris turned his gaze to the duke's lieutenant, who was sitting diagonally opposite: "Victor, you can introduce the situation. ”

The adjutant was very handsome, he looked sluggish at the moment, kept licking his chapped lips, and stammered when he spoke: "...... We, I sent for the Duke of Flamar two hours ago. The entire barracks were searched...... But...... It has not been found. ”

A knight with a colonel's badge on his chest frowned and asked, "Where will the Duke go?" Was he taken by giants? ”

Victor hurriedly shook his head: "No, it's impossible. I checked, and there was no problem with the cordon of the barracks tent. The giants were so tall that anyone would see them if they came in. ”

One major asked, "Could it be our people?" ”

As soon as the words came out, he hurriedly explained: "I mean, is it possible...... Someone grabbed the duke, snuck out, and offered it to those giants? ”