Now, let's move on to the Western Front in France, on August 30, 348 in the continental calendar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Just before the Mastarians were about to crush the Pharisees, the Pharisees were reinforced by a surprise army. This army rushed into the field from the left flank of the Falencian position, that is, from the southeast, and in a very short time routed the unprepared attacking force on the right flank of the Marstar army.

"Is it the main force of the Pharians?" Someone in the staff exclaimed in a panic. Such speculation immediately plunged Leon's command into a state of panic.

But this did not have much effect on Leon himself, who first shouted in a deep voice: "Stay calm! Then he went into his own mode of thinking.

The right flank of the Mastar Army suffered heavy losses and began to rout, and the soldiers fled backwards. And the central phalanx army had to let its offensive stall at this moment, because if they continued to advance, in the present situation, the flanks that had lost cover would definitely be outflanked by the other side. Only their left flank units remained unaffected and continued to inflict harsh attacks on the Pharisens.

Having defeated the right flank of the Mastar, the reinforcements of the Phalans began to press rapidly towards the central part of the Mastar. The commander of the phalanx army did not dare to take risks, and while he ordered the front line to retreat slowly, he mobilized forces to replenish the gaps in the right flank. Sensing the slackness of the other party, Officer Kopner immediately organized the remaining forces to launch a counterattack. In this way, the central part of the Mastars was forced back step by step, voluntarily or involuntarily.

At this time, Leon also made his judgment on the situation of the battle, "That's not the main force of the Farensi army, it's just some stragglers." If the Falencians break through our resistance, Baron Fizaro cannot afford not to send a herald. What's more, the main force of the enemy army has always been on the north side of the battlefield, and if they had made a big detour from the south, it would have been impossible for them to reach it today. ”

"Then Your Highness, are we still going to continue to attack?"

"Order the troops of the first formation to prepare to retreat and rest, and immediately organize a second wave of attacks."

On the opposite side, the Pharians watched with relief from top to bottom as their attacks waned. This allowed the Mercedes not to have to invest their precious hussars and archers in a final duel in advance. At the same time, he was guessing who had come to his rescue, and when he saw the comer, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Brother Spease, why did you jump into my big pit?" Mercedes' mood was half moved, half annoyed.

"Lord Mercedes, please hold on a little longer, new reinforcements will arrive this evening." General Spart said.

"Are you so sure?" Mercedes was curious, and Spett's steadiness was well known, and it was categorically impossible for him to make such empty promises just to boost morale.

"Of course, I'm not talking about Marshal Henry." Spett explained.

"If it weren't for Marshal Henry them, then ...... Did they even go out? ”

"Exactly."

"However, this is a very risky move!" Mercedes was surprised by this conclusion.

"This is also one of the battle plans drawn up by Her Majesty the Queen, Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, and the Prime Minister, so you don't have to worry about the possible consequences." Spart further explained.

"So, everything is expected by Lord Luce?" Thinking of this, Mercedes couldn't help but shed a cold sweat, if it was really as he guessed, the prime minister must have been too prescient.

"Maybe." Spart replied, "But let's find a way to survive until the evening." ”

"The enemy is attacking again!" Shouts of soldiers were heard from the front.

"How many people did you bring?"

"About 2,000 or so."

"So, let's fight side by side."

As soon as Mercedes's words fell, the two armies were once again intertwined.

While the two generals Mercedes and Spett were fighting bloodily, Baron Faizaro, who was also tasked with blocking the attack, felt a faint sense of unease. According to the information obtained from the reconnaissance, the main force of the Farensi army should have appeared in front of him a long time ago and launched a desperate attack on his defensive line. However, there was now silence in front of the Marstar Army's blocking positions. As a battle-hardened general, Baron Fizaro naturally felt that something was wrong. Somewhat frantically, he sent out scouts to search for the Phariseans as best he could.

At about 1 p.m., the first scouts to return brought the not-so-good news that more than sixty percent of the nearly 100 small wooden forts that had previously made Baron Fizaro proud had been cleared by the Pharisens. The rest is mostly inconsequential because of the location, so it is temporarily let go by the other party. Baron Fizaro knew in his heart that the remaining fortress was no longer of much use. Whatever the methods used by the Pharisees, when the soldiers in the fort saw that their neighboring allies were so easily wiped out, their morale would have fallen to a low point.

The rest of the scouts also came back one after another, most of them wounded. After interrogation, the Hussars of the Fallensi were very alert, and the scouts of the Mastar army could not get close to the core of the opponent, and were dispersed by the opponent on the periphery. At about 2 o'clock, a dying scout finally returned to the camp. But the poor man provided only a little bit of information: the Pharansis were collecting incendiary items such as leaves, and seemed to be preparing to set them on fire.

Baron Fizaro was still puzzled by this. Although it's autumn, the climate around Parelo is still humid and not yet the kind of wildfires that can start a prairie fire. Moreover, he had long been prepared for the enemy's fire attack, so when he established his position, he cut a wide fire barrier around the perimeter. It is not only conducive to bow and arrow shooting, but also can prevent the opponent's fire attack. Obviously, it is impossible for the Pharisens not to know this, so what are they going to do?

While the Mastars were suspicious, the sentries reported to the command that they had discovered the enemy. Fizaro immediately led his staff to observe the enemy situation in front of the position. But they didn't find a single Fallensi, only wisps of smoke coming towards them from the northwest.

"The Pharisees are ready to set fire?!" Someone in the staff said.

But a quarter of an hour passed, and there was still no fire, but the smoke grew louder and louder.

"Could it be that Farency wants to confuse us with smoke?" Fizaro guessed that in the past, there were many cases of warfare using natural fog to achieve their goals. Therefore, he ordered the various units to be vigilant and prepare to defend themselves against attacks or sneak over the defensive line.

This time, however, was different, as the smoke took advantage of the north-westerly winds that began at the beginning of the season to quickly envelop the Mastar's position. Man-made smoke is not comparable to nature's creations, it is violently toxic. At first, the Mastars were unimpressed, and were able to keep their eyes open and watchful of their surroundings. Soon, however, the thick smoke choked everyone to the point where they could neither breathe nor see.

"Oops, it seems to have been tricked, but this is an open field, can the Falencians smoke us to death?"

At this time, only the sound of "Teng" was heard, and the tents, forage and other things in the camp suddenly burst into flames. It turned out that at the time when the smoke interfered with the Mastar army. Mazarre, who had rushed to the Western Front, led his dragon knights and threw them at the Mastar army camp from the air*. Mastar's archers were choking on smoke and were so dizzy that they couldn't stand the attack from the sky.

If there was only smoke, the Mastars were still calm. But at this time, the other party set a fire in their camp at some point, which immediately plunged them into chaos.

And at this moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from the other end of the smoke. Fizaro knew that the other party was attacking, and hurriedly began to organize a defense. At this time, the only one who could maintain strict discipline was the 2,000 Phalanx troops.

Just a dozen seconds later, the figure of the first hussar emerged from the smoke. The Mastarians saw their opponents clearly, and they covered their faces with damp cloths and slashed at them with their swords. The Mastar phalanx formed a tight formation, and after a few hussars in the vanguard collided with them, the Pharians retreated. But the others were not so lucky, and the Pharians appeared in the Mastar positions as if they had appeared out of nowhere from all directions. First the hussars, then the other infantry, they were so numerous that they were very ghostly. The Mastars could only listen through the smoke to the dying cries of their colleagues in close proximity, but they did not know how to fight back.

"Phalanx army, form a turtle formation, we will kill from here." Fizaro ordered.

Originally, it was a good order. However, I don't know if it's bad luck or even the phalanx army has been stunned by the smoke. In short, they got it wrong and drove straight towards the Pharisens' position. Perhaps, Baron Fizaro had something else in mind.

The Mastar's position was in the middle of the road, and the northwest and west sides were wooded, and the road came from the northeast through their camp. Now, in a state of confusion, the Mastarians have struck the woods to the west. No matter how strong the Phalanx army was, they never performed well in places with difficult terrain.

Field Marshal Henry spotted the phalanx at once, and he sent the Captain of the First Regiment to clear the group of uninvited guests. And in the original position of the Mastarns, General Ernest Sauer, who had just been reinforced, was leading the officers and men of the Fourth Army to slaughter. Although the Fourth Army was a regrouped force, Taugrande gave priority to veterans and experienced non-commissioned officers to Sauer, so it was more than enough to do this kind of robbery.

The 4th Army Corps and the 1st Division were left behind to clean up the remnants of the Mastar Army. The Phalanx has always been a tough nut to crack, and Biohuv and his 1st Division are also elite, but with a numerical and geographical advantage. It still took more than 3,000 casualties to completely bury the two battalions of the Phalanx army and Baron Fizaro. Eight years ago, Baron Fizaro had been lucky enough to escape the attacks of Admirals Sharpel Lanfonte and Douglas Gran by his own decisiveness. Unfortunately, this time Mars no longer seems to be protecting him. After his collarbone was severed by an axe, he went into shock due to excessive blood loss and finally died leaning against a tree. Although the 1st Division also paid a heavy price, the weapons and armor of the 2,000 Phalanx Corps became their trophies, which was a considerable amount of income.

Sauer led the hussars on a rampage through the Mastar camp, and the general, who was nicknamed "The Fighting Dogs of the Pallas" because of his lean appearance and fierce style, seemed to fit the eye. As the smoke cleared, the battle tended to end. The positions of the Mastar army were strewn with various instruments, flags, and corpses, and this scene now contrasted with the description of "the smoke of gunpowder has dissipated". Of the 15,000 officers and men under Fizaro's command, 6,000 were killed after this battle. Comparatively, the Falency side lost about 4,000 men. And the Marstar people's carefully arranged blocking line was broken through.

"Oyifi, this time you came up with such a clever plan for me, an old fellow." Except for Sauer and Baiohuo, the rest of the generals led their troops directly over the defense line of the Mastarians and went straight to the Mercedes department. At this moment, the old marshal was smiling and praising Admiral Oiffi Santero.

"The success of this operation still depends on the organization and cooperation of the generals, and I just put forward an idea." Oiffi replied humbly.

"I've always wanted to ask, how did you come up with that?" Admiral Xiao asked.

"Ah, it's also surprising, last night, my orderly brought me a freshly baked sweet potato for supper. When I saw that he had a dark face, I asked him what was wrong. He replied to me that they roasted sweet potatoes with leaves, and as a result, the leaves here seemed to be more humid, so there was a lot of smoke. That's why I came up with it. ”

"Hehe, that should really give that orderly a reward." The old marshal laughed.

"Yes, we can't burn all the wooden fortresses, but we can smoke all the people inside." Xiao should also be in harmony.

"It's also thanks to Lord Mazarel's dragon knights." Oyifi reminded.

"The father and son of the Wing Munast family are going to fight side by side here this time, and they will definitely be able to suppress the Wyvern of Mastar in one fell swoop. Lord Gursi can also settle his old suspicions with his son, which seems to be the intention of Her Majesty and Lord Luce. The old marshal sighed. Gentlemen, the battle is not over yet, let's hurry up and don't let that Mercedes bastard really die. As he spoke, the old marshal gave a whip to his head, and the crowd followed.

Blood and life flowed with time, and by late evening the small village on the southwestern border of Farensi was filled with corpses. The formation of the Pharians became like pancakes, and Mastar was squeezing them into the coffin step by step. Mercedes had already sent all of his remaining forces forward, and it had been an hour before he had Joan's hussars dismount. And he himself had been on the front line with Spart about 40 minutes earlier.

"Brother Spett, how long do you think we can hold on?" Mercedes gasped.

"There's no point in thinking about it now, Master Mercedes." Spease replied unceremoniously.

"Actually, your brain has been numb for a long time."

Spart didn't answer him, just brandished his tomahawk and continued to rush forward. The Pharian soldiers who were still standing on the ground were already staggering, and it seemed as if they could be blown down by running over and blowing a breath, but in reality the Mastarians would have to pay some blood to bring them down completely. The two generals led their staff to form a small team, remedying holes in the position, and finally repelled the attack of the Mastar army.

Leon would not give them a respite, and immediately the next group of attacking troops was sent again. The Mastar army had invaded the interior of the village several times, but they were all driven out by the Falensi, relying on the houses in the village. Judging by the duration of the last round of attacks, the Fallensi army has been completely exhausted, and this will be the final blow.

Then, just as the Mastarns swaggered to launch a final assault on the Fallensi who were cowering in the village, the long-awaited turn of events suddenly struck. A new squadron of the Knights of the Falency Dragons joined the battlefield, and they easily routed the unprepared attacking forces with * and throwing guns. Shortly after the death of Gursi, the last group of Pharansi Dragon Knights stubbornly entangled, but they only diverted the attention of the Mastar Dragon Knights and did not pose the slightest threat.

"Dragon knights reinforced by our army!" The Pharians cheered excitedly.

The Pharians looked up at the sky, it was the First Dragon Knights, and one of the dragon knights even quickly flew low above their heads, waving to the friendly troops on the ground.

"These dragon boys always love to be handsome, and sooner or later I will repair them fiercely." Captain Kopna, who was resting by the wall, couldn't help but curse twice, but his tone didn't look like a reproach.

"Sir, let them go, let them go......," said a soldier with tears in his eyes as he stared at the wyverns.

While Mazarel and his men brought hope of life to the Falensi, they also brought the gloom of defeat to the Mastar. Leon saw the new squadron and called to the herald in a roaring voice to inform Cizer to take to the air. He clearly knew that Baron Fizzaro's defense line was probably too bad for him. He needed to think about whether to prepare to meet the enemy's main force or retreat. After thinking about it for a while, he still decided to meet the opponent's main force, and he was still in an advantageous position in terms of strength. In the next half hour, the Marstar army ceased its attack on the Mercedes and quickly began preparations to meet Marshal Henry.

Cizer was in trouble after liftoff, and Mazarel had learned of his father's death, which was told by the remaining Dragon Knights of the Second Squadron in flags. Therefore, the 1st Squadron, relying on its own high morale, launched a ferocious attack on the opposing side. Cizer soon found himself unable to defend himself against his opponent's attacks, and in just 20 minutes, he had already lost 8 Wyverns. And he himself once again faced the other party's commander, and it was an ace to ace fight. Even if he could guarantee that he would not miss, his wingmen could not resist the fierce pursuit of the other party. Cizer was very embarrassed and driven out of the battle airspace by Mazarel, and he knew that he would not be able to win today, no matter what.

It was also at this time that Leon's hastily arranged front of attack came into contact with the Pharisens. In the unique mountains and forests of Parello, the Mastar army could not form a tight formation as on the plains, and could only meet the enemy in a relatively loose formation. Leon mobilized several wings, which had not been dispatched today, and arranged them in a jagged defensive formation to the north, with the Centurion as the smallest unit. On this front, which is about 1 and a half miles wide from east to west, it is currently 95,000 for the Mastar Army against 72,000 for the Farensi Army. And the Mercedes department, which has been besieged, has only 2,800 lightly wounded and 1,300 seriously wounded left at the moment. The real battle begins!