Chapter 65: The First Battle of the Forty Regiment (2)
Soon, the Iron Dragonfly and the Scout Bee sent back the enemy's troop deployment.
Sanguido was amazed by his amazing technique and took a closer look at the image.
There are about eighty enemies in the open place, well-armed and in good spirits, and they are actively on guard.
The enemy laid out three lines of defense in the village, and also set up a deer to resist horses at the intersection, and those materials were prepared in advance.
Sanjido wondered in his heart: these Julias are so well prepared, what are they going to do? A bunch of untouchables are not afraid of the encirclement and suppression of Dorihachi City? Yes, these weapons are extremely powerful for a few nearby Ara villages, but compared to Dorihachi City and even the entire Pearl Road, it is a joke!
How dare they?
Why are they?
Before he could figure it out, the archer reminded in a low voice, "Captain, there are no Arabis in the village. ”
Sanguido's heart tightened: they were probably slaughtered! He couldn't sit still, and said, "Boss, I'm afraid that if you drag it down, I'm afraid it will be exposed, so let's do it?"
Darker replied with a short "yes".
The shooter behind Darker did not hesitate, the muzzle of the gun swayed, and the cover of the ammunition box was opened, and the handle of the loader was wrenched, and with one lift and one push, an ice shell was filled into the chamber.
With a muffled bang, a blue flame flashed from the muzzle of the vehicle-mounted recoilless gun, and the cannon was ejected!
In the black night sky, a striking blue-white trail is crossed.
The sentry on the watchtower saw the blue cannonball whizzing, and he wanted to open his mouth to exclaim, but the next second, the exclamation was frozen in his throat.
The cannonballs cracked in the watchtower, and the freezing air exploded, instantly turning the watchtower into a complete ice mound.
With a clattering crack, the tall watchtower crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces of varying sizes along with the sentries inside.
The peaceful village suddenly turned into a large beehive.
No matter how stupid Ralbin was, he knew that he was attacked by the enemy, and he roared: "Steady! Hide!
This powerful and precise ice attribute spell must have come from the hands of a great mage or even a magus, and he must have a backhand—otherwise, what's the use of attacking a watchtower that doesn't have much value?
The remaining three watchtowers sent observations almost simultaneously: "Southwest of the village, 1,500 meters, three chariots!"
Ralbin frowned: "Chariots?"
The distance of 1,500 meters is nothing in a watchtower equipped with an observation circle, although there is cover of night, but the target of horses and camels is too big and obvious, what kind of chariot has such a camouflage effect, can lurk at a distance of 1,500 meters?
In the blue light curtain, there is nothing.
The deputy said angrily: "Where is the chariot?"
Ralbin pointed to the three strange sand dunes in the light curtain: "That's it!"
The deputy's eyes widened in astonishment, and for a moment of astonishment, one of the sand dunes shook violently, and a second blue trail drew a long straight line, destroying another watchtower.
"Perfect concealment effect!Excellent spell amplification system!Interesting opponents!Feel the situation, first and second squads, detour to the past!"
Twenty fast horses flanked the three dunes from the left and right wings.
To Ralbin's surprise, as soon as the horse team moved, the opponent's chariot immediately adjusted, the one where the mage was located retreated, and the other two cars each turned half a circle, the front of the car was outward, and the butt was aimed at the mage's vehicle, forming a defensive formation on the left and right.
The deputy was also taken aback: "Now, the horse team has not yet left the village! What a vision this is! General, are our every move under the nose of the enemy? How did they do it!"
Ralbin didn't answer, his teeth clenching tighter and tighter.
Strange chariots, they can move without horses, and if they are manpower, they must be very poorly mobile, so they are not food delivered to the door? Unless, they have a large army behind them.
Damn, the enemy brigade has arrived, but the scouts have come back with the news that the supplies left behind in the three villages have been looted - indicating that they are facing a small, small army that is undersupplied.
If a lone army had such strength, why didn't the Ara people of the three villages even have the strength to fight back when the massacre began?
Could it be......
Ralbin's heart jerked: lure the snake out of the hole?
Could it be that our plan has long been known to the Arabis and that the two factions of the Arabis in the city of Dorihachi are fighting among themselves only to confuse us and lure us into launching an early uprising? Could it be that they deliberately let go of three villages where only the old and weak women and children remained, lured us into the bait, and then used the slaughter as an excuse to wipe out the Yullias?
There won't be leaks on the Elders' side, and there won't be any problems on my side, so there will be no problems, so what happened to those unreliable Dorland allies? Could it be that they want to betray us and use us in exchange for time to deal with the internal sectarian strife calmly?
Damn the Dorlanders!
Ralbin managed to shake himself into the horns. If it weren't for the fire on the blue light curtain that dazzled his eyes, maybe he wouldn't have been able to return to reality.
The two strange chariots on the left and right spat out long tongues of fire at the same time, and with the muffled sound of the pit, the two chariots flicked two long flaming whips, throwing two huge fans at the left and right wings. The light cavalry, who was brushed against the side, all fell off their horses screaming.
Five seconds, just five seconds, twenty light cavalry, all annihilated.
Ralbin was stunned, everyone was stunned, their retinas still had a flickering web of fire, and their brains were blank.
Cutting wheat, this is no longer slaughter, but harvesting wheat!
Ralbin's hands and feet were cold.
Plus twenty rides, no, two hundred rides, is it enough?
Inadequate!
It is not that Ralbin has not commanded the cavalry to charge, it is a simple subtraction problem, as long as the forces are invested in excess of the enemy's firepower projection, then victory, and vice versa.
So, how many people do you need for such a firepower projection capability and a head-on breakthrough?
The total strength of 2,000 20,000 Julias will not exceed 15,000!
If they have ten, a hundred, not to mention that the great cause of the restoration of the Julia will come to naught, maybe the whole continent will be prostrate at their feet!
So, why wouldn't they?
There must be a weakness! What could it be?
Can the stormy firepower last? What about the defense and mobility of the chariot, and how much does it cost?
Amid the rumbling cannons, the sad and angry voices of the watchtower sentries were heard: "The first and second teams are all destroyed! The enemy is bombarding the village with spells!"
Ralbin waved his hand violently: "The whole army retreats to the last line of defense behind the village!"
The deputy hurriedly stopped: "General, we should fight back!"
Ralbin angrily pointed at the enemy chariot that was spewing ice flames: "Who can rush through such a long distance! Soldiers can't shed blood in vain!"
"But General, if we don't fight back at all, how will the Council of Elders explain?
Ralbin groaned. He had long put aside his personal honor and disgrace, and he considered that if he left this position, he would be replaced by a meritorious general. But he didn't find a particularly suitable name.
The deputy saw that the persuasion was effective, and struck while the iron was hot: "The enemy's attack power is too strong, of course we can't get close to fight hard, how about trying it with the magic guide siege crossbow?"
Ralbin tapped the second index finger of his right hand.
The deputy understood and went to arrange.