Chapter 158 The fierce knight who hangs up doesn't need any explanation, and he can only consider himself unlucky when he encounters such an enemy
Looking at everything close by, Montel, who could already see the vague appearance of the opponent's striker, laughed happily, and the other party had already entered the set. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He sat in the command car, raised his hand and pointed to the three phalanxes in front of him, the starter waved the flag in his hand, and the three phalanxes slowly pushed forward. If you just take a cursory glance, no one will see that the number of these three phalanxes is actually insufficient. There were only eight hundred people in the thousand-man phalanx, and five phalanxes saved a thousand.
After these thousand people were ambushed in the hills near the left, as long as the time came, they could directly kill the opponent's Chinese army from the flank, and capture the flag. Montel didn't know what he could do with this group of infantry, his purpose was to make Wren fearful, and once Wren began to retreat, and even planned to flee, hiding on the other side, the cavalry three kilometers away would start to charge. The morale of one side is strong, the morale of the other side is low, and the advantage of the knight's mobility ability on the plains can easily disperse the retreating Chinese army of Rennes.
In the face of two attacks, Wren's banner fell, and whether he was alive or not, the war would come to an end.
This arrangement was also a deliberate decision, and since he learned that Ortlenburg's forces were going to join the war, he had the details of Wren's suppression of the rebellion in Balatan come to fruition. In this information, Montel discovers that the Black Armor is a difficult army. The Black Armor Army is well-equipped, has great self-confidence, and a rather terrifying dedication. To confront such an army head-on, if it cannot be pressed up with several times the force to increase the pressure of the Black Armor Army, it is difficult to break such a resilient army head-on on the premise of the same number.
Then we can only find a way from the tactical level, and the ambush plan is the answer sheet handed over by Montel. In fact, he didn't have a better way, on this endless plain and the undulating plain, it was even more difficult to arrange other tactics, and he could see everything clearly at a glance. Even if two ambushes were arranged, it took him three days to find the right terrain.
He clenched his fists, and his self-confidence grew stronger than ever.
Let the defeat of Ortlenburg and the flames of Bell ignite the flames of class annihilation!
Nearly half of the warriors in the three phalanxes were armed with tower shields or iris shields, and the task given to them by Montel was simple, not to pursue greater effective damage, but to completely entangle the opposing infantry. The opponent attacked, and the shield went up to fully shrink the battle line, turning into a turtle shell. If the opponent wanted to retreat, the gunners and axemen in the back row of the phalanx rushed forward, biting the opponent's ass fiercely and not letting go, desperately trying to drag the opponent and drag him in the middle of the battlefield, not giving the opponent a chance to leave.
The cavalry waited for the opportunity to move, the purpose was also to entangle the opposing knights, as long as the opposing knights entered the battlefield, they would not be given a chance to leave the battlefield.
The real place where the winner is divided is not on the battlefield, but in the middle army of Rennes, where his own figure is.
The three phalanxes slowly pushed forward, and under Thor's command, the two thousand Blackarmor troops also began to move forward, and when the two sides entered a distance sufficient to charge, the phalanx began to accelerate. Montel's brow jumped as he watched his phalanx begin to fall apart. If there is no comparison between the other party, he may think that he can maintain such a formation in the running charge is already considered elite. Compared to the Black Armor Army, which was only slightly deformed, the rebels' deformation was too ugly.
The phalanxes of the two sides collided fiercely, and in an instant, people turned on their backs, and almost all the soldiers in front were knocked out. The battle lines snapped into each other like jagged teeth, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the sound of weapons clashing was chaotic, but there was an inexplicable rhythm. People kept falling, and those behind stepped on the corpses of their companions, blood flowing, and stumps and severed arms were all over the place. The bright red blood stained the tender green grassland, and the entire battlefield was like a huge meat grinder, constantly smashing the forces of both sides.
No contact, no contrast, never know how strong the other person is. The momentum of the Black Armor Army completely suppressed the rebels from the beginning, and their training, their equipment, and their belief in fighting for their faith were enough to allow them to exert one hundred and twenty percent combat effectiveness on the battlefield, under the gaze of Wren. The rebels quickly changed their formation, and one shield after another was raised, and the whole situation fell into a stalemate.
When one side completely abandons attacking and turns to defense, it can't pull out of the position and continue to fight. No matter how you cut or stab, you are faced with a wall of shields.
With a wave of his hand, Thor joined the battle with the remaining inspectors. At this time, the Inspector team was not entirely composed of Inspectors, but also the Black Armor Army, and Thor adapted this team, he selected extremely strong soldiers and put them together, and assigned them two-handed heavy weapons, such as two-handed axes and two-handed hammers, which were specially designed to restrain the opponent's shields. Especially since the alchemist with the title of molten gold has joined, Ortlenburg's self-produced weapons have become more and more excellent.
The new recipe doubles the hardness of these weapons, and there is no need to think about the possibility of splitting the opponent's shield with an axe and breaking the edge of the blade. When the Inspectors joined the fray, quickly developing an effective shield-breaking ability, Montel once again felt that the war seemed to be heading in a direction he didn't want to see. He immediately let the other two phalanxes go up and crush each other from the outnumber.
More than 4,000 people were besieged by more than 2,000 people, which is also a rare scene.
The Black Armor's powerful fighting force forced Montel to recognize the reality, and he immediately took countermeasures accordingly, and began to pursue more effective kills instead of entanglement of the opponent. Five hundred archers from the fifth phalanx raised their bows and threw them, and the rain of arrows fell on the battle line between the two sides. There were Ortlenburg people who fell, but there were also rebels who were mistakenly hit. It is simply impossible for every arrow to be aimed at the enemy in war.
Watching his own formation being uncontrollably torn out of a few holes, Montel knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and once the opponent's morale was raised again, the balance of victory would completely tip in Wren's favor.
With his permission, nearly a thousand knights bypassed the frontal battlefield and prepared to charge directly into the black armor from the left side. The Knights Templar also rode their horses and whipped their whips, neatly chiseling at the opposing cavalry cluster like an arrow.
The whistle arrows were shot into the air, and the unpleasant whistle sound carried far away with the wind, and behind a hill three kilometers away, the knights with solemn faces turned on their horses. They checked their weapons and attire, and began to slowly make their way to the battlefield. And near the battlefield, a team of nearly 1,000 people suddenly appeared in the grass, along the slightly undulating ground, and rushed from a high place to kill the Chinese army in Rennes.
At this time, Wren's Chinese army only had 300 guards, but these people did not show shocked or frightened expressions. Facing the rushing enemy, they were firmly nailed to the spot, lowered their waists, the spears in their hands were level, and a neat and explosive "kill" sound soared into the sky!
Thor looked at Wren and said with a smile: "The other party's generals have arranged very reasonably, if we don't detect evil, maybe we will really be defeated by this ambush." His face turned pale by three points, and the large-scale detection of evil had been consuming his holy power and spiritual power, and every minute and every second, his head seemed to be pricked by a needle. But he endured it, and the pain was not taken into account by him. "Lord Castle, are you afraid?"
Wren smiled calmly, "If I say I'm not afraid, do you believe me?"
Thor looked directly into Wren's eyes and met his gaze for a moment before nodding slowly, "If it were someone else, I might not believe it, but I don't see any panic or fear in your eyes. Can you tell me why you're not afraid? It's a life-threatening matter, even though we knew there was such an ambush. ”
Wren looked at the soldiers beside him and asked, "I always believe in my people, they can spare their lives for me, why should I be afraid?"
His words were like a whirlwind blowing through all the black armor troops, and because of these words, because of Wren's trust, every soldier felt his blood swelling, his face was hot, and his mood was agitated. Marven, who was standing at the forefront, took out a long knife and stepped out with a hideous face, "Kill!"
With a slash, one of the rebels looked at his chest with a dismayed look, the leather armor on his chest torn to reveal his skin. There was a white mark on his chest, which was instantly opened under the push and impact of his companion behind him, and the pink muscle fibers trembled slightly due to being cut off, and blood covered the entire wound in an instant, flowing out quickly. He fell to the ground, his body convulsing from time to time, and he was spitting blood. He hadn't died right away, and life still seemed to be attached to the body.
A foot suddenly appeared in his sight, falling rapidly, he felt his face be trampled on, his vision became pitch black, and his consciousness slowly fell into darkness.
Facing enemies twice or even three times their size, these black-armored soldiers guarding Wren's side did not have the slightest timidity, but burst out with a strong desire to fight. They are like machines, operating with precision according to the fighting methods given to them by Marven. The weapon of one person in front of him was stabbed out, and the long sword and spear in the hand of one person in the back immediately filled the position, and these five hundred people were like an efficient killing machine, calmly and cruelly harvesting life.
These three hundred people are the elite of the black armor army, and they are carefully selected elite soldiers. They don't have the slightest distraction in their minds at this time, and the only thought is forward, forward, forward!
Thor pulled down to cover his face and said with a smile, "It's time for me to do a little bit too." ”
He slammed his horse's belly, and the horse plunged into the other's heart like an arrow off the string! )