This is definitely not the reaction of a disciplined army to a cavalry outflank. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the age of the Holy Spirit, for a long time afterward, cavalry relied on movement to attack from the flank, which was the biggest enemy of infantry commanders who valued formations, and the way of countermeasures was constantly improved and upgraded, but it was never inseparable from one point: targeted formation adjustments.

So it doesn't make sense for the Holy Spirit to see the motionless natives in their hearts and wonders.

But everything was fleeting in the war, and he had no time to waste on doubts.

The Holy Spirit led a troop of cavalry around the edge of the native phalanx, miraculously giving orders to the standard-bearers who remained in the ranks of the infantry.

Infantry platoons began to advance.

They marched slowly towards the native army in a neat line, and the marching band controlled the soldiers' footsteps with the beat of drums, keeping them in formation all the time.

This was very important, not only because the musket needed to be effective, but also because it was the only means by which the Holy Spirit could now present a threat to the natives.

As it turned out, the natives had not seen such a march, and a slight commotion began in their phalanx, which, though full of belligerent shouts, was at least not as unresponsive as it had just been.

The Holy Spirit knew that the change he wanted to see was coming, but no one knew in what direction it was going.

The cavalry ranks were fast, but the size of the native army exceeded the Holy Spirit's expectations, and in the flat steppe, he could not find a vantage point sufficient to see the enemy's formation.

But it doesn't matter, an army that is beyond imagination usually means a defeat with less and more than you can imagine, and no genius general in history has ever been able to fully master an army that is too large to be large, and it can only be forged by a hundred years of trials and tried, at least never seen by the Holy Spirit.

The cavalry ranks continued to charge, the horses provided by the Holy See were of excellent blood, excellent foot strength, endurance and impact were the best in the civilized world, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the Holy Spirit had begun to see the expression of fear of the native warriors towards strange monsters.

The infantry's charge continued, their movements so slow that they didn't even feel like a charge, but the natives still began to move, as the Holy Spirit had predicted, and their commander, who had been in battle, knew that this was the time to begin to react.

A counter-charge began right in front of a phalanx of the New Crusaders.

It was a group of warriors armed with wooden shields and obsidian knives aloft, and their morale was high, and they roared and rushed towards the slow-moving musket queue.

The Holy Spirit had given full command to the commander chosen before the battle, and he waited intently for the opportunity he wanted, and the signs of that moment were becoming more and more apparent.

The charge of a phalanx in front caused a palpable commotion among the indigenous warriors near the cavalry ranks, almost all bloodthirsty shouts, which meant that the morale of the New Crusaders' enemies was high, but it also meant that their continuous formation was not without flaws.

The first mate in command of the musket procession shouted at the queue to stop, and he accomplished this miraculous feat with the help of the standard-bearer and snare drum, causing the musket procession to stop and maintain formation as it charged against the native warriors.

The native warriors were amazed, but they did not hesitate, and the bloodthirsty warriors began to charge at a faster pace, for they felt that the time had come to snatch the heads.

Then the gun went off.

The native warriors who rushed to the front were hit hard, and they fell into the smoke with flying blood.

Then came the second gunshot.

Finally the indigenous warriors began to realize what was happening, roaring in fear and charging forward in despair, only to find that they had no chance at all.

Gunfire echoed across the battlefield.

The Holy Spirit heard the gunshots, and he did nothing, still patiently marching with the cavalry in procession, but the Holy Spirit believed that the time he was waiting for was coming.

Soon, the strange sight that took place in the center of the battlefield spread to all the armies of the natives, and they all knew that the enemy had created a massacre with strange methods that had never been seen before.

The Holy Spirit began to slow down, expecting the opportunity he had been waiting for for too long, only to find that nothing had happened.

This is absolutely unconscionable.

Even the Holy Spirit, who had been shocked at the first sight of a musket, was convinced that no one could face such a scene on the battlefield without losing his mind, but the natives army did not, which was almost impossible.

Surprise did not take away the Holy Spirit's reason, and he looked closely at the natives in the queue and found that they were not fearless, but rigid.

These fighters were not unresponsive to the massacre, but they didn't mess up the queue because of it, and nothing could make them do that.

That is, these fighters are not ready to move from the start, but will stay in line, wait for any possible attacks to fall on their heads, and then start to counterattack...... Or death.

This is the worst the Holy Spirit can imagine, when the natives have an absolute numerical advantage, and this foolish strategy magnifies the advantage as much as possible.

The Holy Spirit knew he had to change his plans.

But he was not prepared to turn back, and the failure of the cavalry ranks would be a great blow to morale, and the Holy Spirit would never do that.

The Order of the Devout of the Holy See began to chant miracles.

There was an awkward silence on the battlefield.

The Holy Spirit enjoyed the surprise that slowly appeared on the faces of the native warriors, though it was not enough for him to be victorious.

The indigenous army finally chose to break the stalemate, and just as the Holy Spirit had predicted, their commander knew that if neither side joined the fight, the end result would only be a disorganized and crushing defeat for the larger side.

The three phalanxes began to charge, and they formed a situation of encirclement of the musket phalanx at the front of the new crusaders, the two groups of the Holy Spirit cavalry were too far away from here to threaten the rear, and the musket array could not take care of the flanks, and the situation seemed to be reversed in an instant.

The first mate looked at the native warriors who roared towards him with their obsidian knives held high, waiting for the final moment to come, surrounded by smoke, the first row of musketeers had already completed an attack, but the native warriors would not give them time to prepare for a second attack.

Then a miracle happened.

A white light fell from the sky and enveloped the battlefield, and the first mate looked back blankly as the enemy slowly disappeared like snow beside a furnace in the light.

He didn't see anything, but the first mate knew that it was the Order of the Devout of the Holy See.

That's the one who works miracles on the battlefield.