March 25, 345 Continental Gregorian Calendar, Mastar,* - Vesuvius. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As March begins, temperatures rise very quickly, especially in * and Vesuvius, where it can be said that they have completely shaken off the winter haze. The scent of spring is felt everywhere, and the green has taken a significant predominance in the wilderness, from where the cuckoo's chirping can be heard clearly. From time to time, larks and robins pass over your head, and swallows under the eaves of the farmhouse begin their new busyness; The hares were weaving through the grass, having already changed out of their light winter coats and draped their new dark coats over their bodies.

Everything about nature is so beautiful, the only exception is, of course, human beings, who have always liked to stand on the opposite side of nature.

"Count Ancelotti, I'm glad to see that you're still in such good health." Marquis Rossi jumped off his horse.

"Thanks to you." The 70-year-old veteran is clearly not a loyal supporter of the Rossi family.

"You see, in all the time you've been here, I've raised enough troops to deal with the usurper who is far away in Shurasa. We can attack them now, what do you think? Marquis Rossi didn't care about the old man's attitude, and was alone in his beautiful imagination. Of course he had imaginary capital, and now he had arrived here with a re-conscripted army. On the south side of the GI line, which divides the north and south, there are already more than 200,000 troops, and there are only 80,000 on the other side.

"If you think the time is right, then tomorrow we can attack."

"Okay, very good, let's set it up together."

It is now clear that the side to the north should be in a more disadvantageous position.

"Look, Your Highness Fielders, that old fellow of Bruce has already brought his coffin." There are only a few people on Silgarni's side who can say such mean things, such as Bavar Hayes.

Leon and Hayes took only a few personal guards cavalry and personally came to reconnoiter near the opponent's camp. Marquis Rosie's rather pompous pomp is such that even a blind man can know that he has brought his main force.

"Is there any specific information about them?" Leon asked.

"The exact number is not clear, but according to reliable internal intelligence, it should be between 150,000 and 180,000, and with the original Southern Army, the total is estimated to be around 250,000."

"250,000, Falunsi probably needs a national mobilization to have so many troops." Leon's words seemed to carry other ideas.

When Hayes heard this, he also had this thought: The subtext of His Royal Highness the Grand Duke should not be, if I can defeat the army in front of me, then I may also be able to conquer Farensi. Hayes shook his head with the movement of his neck to drive these inconsequential thoughts out of his thoughts.

"The Rossi family requisitioned more than sixty percent of the craftsmen and urban poor in the 26 southern counties; One percent of the peasants. Now all production in the whole South has begun to revolve around military purposes, and many job gaps have been filled by women, as if even the free market in the cities had been abolished, and all supplies had been rationed. It seems that he wanted to maintain an army of this size for a while, and I really don't know who gave him this idea, but it was a really good idea for a certain amount of time. Hayes continued.

(There are a total of 63 counties in Mastar, and only 24 counties can be mobilized by Sigrani at present, the others include 8 counties garrisoned by the Western Army and 5 counties garrisoned by the Eastern Army.) ）

Of course, this idea could not have been come up with by Marquis Rossi himself, and Cizer gave him this suggestion, and Cezel's idea came from someone else. Marquis Rossi could see from the practice that this method was quite good, and at least he could not worry about pushing the commoners too hard to get into trouble.

"So according to the original plan, we should be able to get reinforcements from the Northern Army, who will tell me why I haven't even heard a little from the Count of Reims and his army until now, what the hell is going on?" Leon was annoyed by this, and what he hoped for was a quick victory that would keep her from worrying about it. It could also prove to her that he, Leon Fieldes, was not inferior to a man in any way.

Leon's annoyance was somewhat justified, but even if he did, it was impossible for those three legions to suddenly appear in * and Vesuvius.

Originally, the Count of Reims, following the instructions of Shurasa, sent the Third Legion of Baron Ferran Damoa Duville to carry the flags of the two legions in camouflage and move directly across the border in the direction of Parello; While reorganizing the Fourth and Seventh Army Corps, they prepared to move south to reinforce Leon and Hayes. However, the unexpected happened.

The 3rd Army was ambushed by the opposing 8th Army. The reason for the success of the ambush by the other side is very simple, because Deville has to disguise himself as two legions, so he must divide the army into two parts. And his plan was actually a bit risky, with the main part inserting between Parelo and Iva to operate near the confluence of the two rivers in the Valania Delta; The detachment made a posture of pressing Parello. For the first three days of the operation, the Mastars did not have much trouble, which is also quite logical. The total number of troops on the Falencian line was only 40,000, and they did not have the strength to fight an army twice their size.

However, on the 5th day, the 3rd Army Corps, which was already stationed at its destination, received a report from a cavalryman claiming to have broken through the encirclement, and that the wing, as a detachment, had encountered the main force of the opposing 8th Corps. Deville was shocked, not because he didn't think it might be a trap, but another reason convinced him, that the Northern Army's actions were actually aimed at deceiving everyone on the front line of Vesuvius (not counting the few known commanders). If you fail here, not only will it be as simple as losing a wing in vain, but it will hit your own morale and boost the arrogance of the Southern Army, and the responsibility will not be so easy.

Less than a day after Deville's ambush, Todd Reims also received news that his legion had been surrounded, when in fact the Third Army had only been defeated by the other side, and the loss of personnel was not too great. Thorde Lance, out of the same mentality, can only bite the bullet and continue to do it with the Falunsi fakes.

And the day after Todd Reims personally commanded the Fourth Legion to leave Campeña, it was a windy and moonlit night, a night perfect for arson, to be exact. Over Campeña's military forage fields there was an overwhelming number of Farencillon knights, all lightly armed, all payloads given to things like pine resin, olive oil, spirits, etc. The Phalensi's movements were very fast, and they knew at a glance that they were used to doing this, and within 3 minutes the fire was out of control, and the poor Northern Army's supply for 3 months turned into a magnificent spectacle of flames.

The Mastars were helpless about this, the archers had no time to react, and the dragon knights did not dare to take to the skies. The Pharisees used almost all the dragon knights in the country (about 360), 24 times as many as the defending dragon knights, and 4 times as many escorts. First of all, it is impossible for the other party to let you take off easily, and secondly, even if you fly up, what can you do? It's not a romance literary film in the name of a war film from a certain country in other time and space, only a shot down.

This operation of the Pharensi can be said to be unprecedented, and Sogrend ordered 10 squadrons of dragoons scattered throughout the country to fly non-stop for a day and a night to reach Parello, and then leave Parelo for only half a day and leave Campeña with 300 fatal. Of course, this tactic is not perfect, the biggest disadvantage is that the supply consumption is huge, and after completing the battle, almost all the dragons have entered a state of "false hibernation" due to physical consumption problems, and they cannot go to work for a month.

(False hibernation, when Wyverns are artificially forced to fight continuously, because they exceed their physiological limits, in order to protect themselves, Wyverns will automatically adjust their body functions to the state they were in hibernation.) During this period, the dragon will not be strenuous activity, but will only eat and sleep, and eat the same amount of food as usual. ）

Based on the above situation, the clause on reinforcements in Leon's battle plan could only be reluctantly erased.

"Your Highness, it seems that Marquis Rossi wants to invite you and me, I don't know what you want?" Hayes pointed to the hussars, about a third of the brigade galloping out of the opposing camp.

"I don't think I have this time to spare, let's go, Your Majesty's messenger is probably already waiting in the barracks." Leon said, turning the horse's head.

The light cavalry of the Southern Army did not have any intention of giving up the pursuit, which made Hayes a little annoyed, "Really, if it were a beautiful woman, I would not hate such entanglement; Oh no, I'd hate even the beauty because I already have Atalanta. ”

"Give me the crossbow!" Leon heard his colleague's complaints, so he shouted to his own soldiers.

On the back of the bumpy horse, his soldiers handed Leon the arrowed crossbow, and after Leon took it, he turned around neatly and aimed at the approaching enemy. In the past, I would have disdained such a weapon that did not conform to the status of a noble knight, but now I have lost the physiological condition to insist on this pride.

All for Sigrani! Leon muttered, pulling the trigger. With the sound of the hyun. The enemy's cavalry, who had been at the front, fell from his horse, and his figure was immediately lost in the dust raised by the hooves of his companion's mounts. It seemed that the other party did not flinch because of this, and Leon shouted to his own soldiers: "Give me a crossbow!" ”

Leon's left-hand soldier handed him the second crossbow, while the knight on his right took the first and loaded it with arrows on his horse. Leon turned around and shot another arrow, very decisively, and the other party was still alone. In this way, Leon concocted the same method, and in the chase of just half a road (about 1 kilometer), Leon has already put down 5 people in succession.

However, the other side did not seem to care about such casualties at all, and it could be seen that these light cavalry were of quite high quality.

"What do you think, Lord Hayes?" Leon gave up the idea of continuing to shoot.

"Me? U-turn, offense, of course! Hayes replied without hesitation.

"I thought so too, huh—stop, turn around."

"Stop-" Seeing this, the commander of the opposing side also raised his hand and signaled his subordinates to stop the pursuit.

"Your Highness Fieldes, Lord Marquis asked me to convey his invitation to you, I wonder what His Highness wants?" The knight at the head was none other than the Marquis of Rossi's personal chief of guard, Berlusconi.

"Oh? It's a pity that I am entangled in military affairs, and I don't have this opportunity, so next time I will definitely invite His Excellency the Marquis to come to Xiu Lhasa to talk about it. ”

"Then we're going to be rude, everyone prepare." Berlusconi gave the order, and the hussars drew their sabers.

"It's a good time to test how good my skills are." Leon also drew his newly built one-handed sword, and Hayes pressed his excitement to wrap the reins around the hilt of his two-handed greatsword.

Due to the fact that it was on a wild road in the hilly area, the front that Leon and the other 12 people had to face was not too wide, after all, the flat road could only be paralleled by six horses at most. Leon and Hayes weren't essentially the kind of people who like to "go crazy", and they wouldn't have made such a risky decision if it weren't for the terrain.

"Assault!"

"Attack!" Both sides gave orders at the same time.

12 against 300 light cavalry hedged, and in an instant, the figure of the few on this side was engulfed by the opposing team. Accompanied by a sound of "ping-pong" metal impact, a white light was reflected from the high-speed moving cavalry formation. After swapping positions, the two men ran about 30 fazs (45 meters) each and then turned around.

"How many enemies are left?" Leon asked.

"It's probably less than 300." Hayes replied as he pulled up his cloak and wiped the blood from his sword.

"I killed 10 just now, and I guess I can finish them out 30 more times."

"What an optimistic statement." Leon didn't look back, because he knew that there was no one left on his side but Hayes.

Berlusconi was rather surprised to count the losses on his side, and the two sides exchanged 1-1. You must know that these light cavalry were personally trained by him, and they were not improvised motley troops. He himself, because he usually acted more woodenly, was not appreciated by the Marquis of Rossi at first, so he threw him into the position of commander of the light cavalry. It was a position that bordered on insult to a noble knight, but his military prowess was later demonstrated in this group of civilian hussars, which, combined with his usual loyalty, led the Marquis of Rossi to decisively promote him to his confidant.

"His Royal Highness Fildes admires His Majesty's bravery very much, so please think twice and go back with me to see His Excellency the Marquis." Berlusconi did not lose sight of his mission, and the traditional aristocratic mentality constrained him to avoid harming enemies of noble blood.

"Your Excellency is very gracious, and I have not yet asked your name." Leon felt that he could delay a little.

"Baron Hugh Berlusconi is here to help." Berlusconi still did not look out for knightly etiquette on his horse.

"Well, then, please go back."

"This, forgive me......"

"Go back, because our helpers are here." Hayes laughed.

Berlusconi looked back and saw that the Iron Eagle, the flag of the Central Army, had slowly risen from the gentle slope behind him, and the sound of horses' hooves and dust had approached. He's an honest soldier, but he's not stupid and doesn't know what to do. Berlusconi sighed, said goodbye to Leon, picked up the corpses of his own men, and quickly left the battlefield with his men.

Leon looked to the north and saw not only his own military flag, but also the symbol of the Emperor's message—the scepter carved with the eagle holding the snake.

"The Commander of the Central Army was ordered:

Quickly command your troops to retreat to Regina, without delay.

March 22nd"

"Your Highness Fieldes, this is Her Majesty's decree, and this is Her Majesty's personal letter to you, please check it."

Farensi, 50 fats north of Caiunescu, same day.

"Soge, if you do this, isn't it very likely that His Majesty Sigrani will lose the war?" China asked.

"Not really, there is a hidden killer right under her nose, and if she doesn't find out now, we can start thinking about taking over the Mastar's government-in-exile." Sogrand didn't look worried about his opponent's situation.

"I'm afraid that's what you want, then you'll be able to have both the fish and the bear's paw, it's too evil!"

"Well, Jayne, go back to Caiunescu yourself. Admiral Lanfonte and I are going to rush back first. ”

"Ah-no, sir. Do you want to use your power for personal gain, and send the Maqi back to your house to deliver a letter, and you still want to throw me down in such a miserable way, who has penetrated into the enemy's interior and was honorably wounded? ”

"What do you say? I didn't hear you, please speak up. ”

"I mean, Lord Luce is wise and powerful, strategizing, and winning a thousand miles......"

"Alright, alright, let's move on."