596 Blood and Fire, Battle for the North (10)

"What is his true identity?" Turit Colin stopped in the middle of the steps, and asked with some hesitation a bright green Mao Mona Qing, this beautiful woman next to her is obviously not an ordinary person, her every move reveals the elegance and demeanor of a high-ranking nobleman, it is hard to believe that this woman with a noble body will have a relationship with that dead fat man with a rogue face

"Have you heard of the Falcon Duke of Vecchia?"

Mao Mona Qing asked with a chuckle at the corner of her mouth, hearing this name, Tulit Colleen, who was stagnant in the middle of the steps, trembled slightly, looked at Mao Mona Qing with a violent gaze for a while, and said with some disdain, "You won't sue me, that dead fat man is a Vechia Falcon, this kind of joke is not funny at all" But if this is not a joke, didn't Sister Colleen notice that your situation has changed a lot since that night" Mao Mona Qing winked at her, put her hand on the bun next to her ear, and said indifferently

"As a nobleman from another continent, the information you have is immeasurable for the entire Vecchia, and even for the Ikadwivar continent, who would dare to give my sister such a big freedom if it wasn't for the adult's personal order."

"It can't be"

Turit Colleen was on a slump at her feet, almost fell, with a stupid expression on her face, although she had a certain amount of psychological preparation, but this truth was still far beyond her imagination, she raised her head blankly, the Vekia Falcon on the other side of the strait actually appeared in the southern island country of Salander, which said it, and no one would believe it

Thinking that night, he described his lover in front of the fat man as a hero like the Vicchia Falcon, and Turit Colleen couldn't help but feel like a fire on her face

"Yes or no, after this war, my sister will naturally know" seemed to feel the embarrassment in Turit Colin's heart, Mao Mona Qing stretched out her hand to pull her with a relieved face, and slowly walked into the door of the main hall of the castle.

On the brown wooden tabletop, there are bundles of white cloth, there are about 30 or so young girls wearing maid costumes, Yingying Yanyan is standing behind the long table, talking about something in groups of three or five, seeing Mao Mona Qing and Turit Colin coming in, they quickly stopped their mouths and straightened their bodies one by one, but those curious eyes secretly looked at Turit Colin beside Mao Mona Qing from time to time,

"This is a new maid specially assigned by the adults for my sister, they are all girls from the doctor's family," Mao Mona Qing took Turit Collin's hand and whispered in her ear, "My lord hopes that my sister can guide them well and teach them some of the most basic medical treatments, and they will become the first batch of military doctors in my Vicchia."

"Med?" Turit Colin's beautiful eyes flashed, it turned out that this dead fat man also had a place to rely on himself

In the early morning, on the slopes of Mount Moremburg, surrounded by white mist, rows of wooden fences were erected, forming several defensive belts on the wide low-lying land on all sides, and on the opposite side of the low-lying land, a faint white line began to become more and more obvious.

The first was a group of about 200 Salander scout cavalry, these unseen light cavalry stopped about 200 meters in front of the fence on the slope of Morenburg, and looked at the wooden fort in front of them with flirtatious eyes.

Starting from the Mustang Mountains, they have seen no less than a dozen such forts, all of them are empty, I heard that they are used by some northern lords who like to hunt in the mountains when hunting, and after some initial caution, the scout cavalry who are moving forward have basically ignored the existence of this kind of thing

The fortress in front of them was not much different from those empty forts, the same built on a higher slope, the same made of nearby mountain wood, because of the fog, they could only see some wooden fences scattered in front of the simple wooden fort in front of them,

Perhaps the lord flag fluttering on the fortress in front of them, these scout cavalry quickly disappeared after a turn

"These guys are so arrogant"

A crossbowman with a hat made of wild grass on his head, lying in the pit dug into his chest, staring at the target less than 100 meters with blazing eyes, his fingers couldn't help but be tempted to touch the crossbow machine of the crossbow, his eyes moved with a Salander light cavalry who was getting farther and farther away, the infantry pedal crossbow in his hand could reach a range of 200 meters, as long as his finger was buckled, these good guys would definitely fall into blood luck

Noticing the novice's abnormality, the middle-aged crossbowman next to him hurriedly used his rough big hand to suddenly hold down his crossbow and scolded sternly, "What do you want to do? Have you forgotten the military order above? Shooting without permission is punishable by death."

"No, it's wrong for me to shoot the enemy"

The young crossbowman said with an unconvinced face, he was a soldier who only joined the Southern Army this year, because the South has been stable for a long time, and there has been no war for more than a year

"You know a fart, that's the scout cavalry walking in front of the army" The veteran pointed to the Salander cavalry that was gradually disappearing in the distance, and scolded in a low voice, "The task of this kind of light cavalry is to reconnoiter the enemy's arrangement, and your arrow is not only exposed, but also makes the hard work of the adults in vain, when the time comes, don't say that your father is the leader of the Pochev squadron, even if he is in a high official position, it is impossible to ensure your survival, because it is Lord Falcon Duke who commands the battle this time"

The young recruit spat out his head, wiped the cold sweat from his head with his hand, and hurriedly lowered his crossbow heartily, and when he swept over a blade of grass, the crystal clear dew hung on the tight bowstring, and next to this recruit, the 4,000 crossbowmen of the Soters Banner Regiment were quietly ambushing here

The morning air is so fresh and beautiful, the rising sun will sprinkle ten thousand rays of light on this fertile land, the spring sun shines on the body warm, there is a very comfortable feeling,

In the midst of the silent waiting, the scout cavalry who had just left returned, and they stopped their horses on an undulating slope, and behind them, the infantry with white helmets on their heads, as if suddenly emerging from the distant horizon, were arranged in piles, like a long slanted white line shaking in the distance, with a solemn and murderous atmosphere, and the air seemed a little oppressive

"That's a lot of people."

The recruit just now opened his mouth a little timidly, his eyes looked a little dull, as a recruit who had never been on the battlefield, this kind of battle of tens of thousands of people was the first time to see, especially the triangular banner fluttering in the morning fog in the distance, from a distance, like a dense tree pole, standing in the bursting wind,

Molech stopped his warhorse, the delicate and gorgeous gilt horsewhip coiled in his hand, his eyes were a little disdainful, and he looked at the wooden castle not far away,

The legion has crossed the most likely to encounter the Wild Horse Mountains, and in front of them is only a plain area of a horse and a flat river, if it were themselves, they would definitely choose to defend the strong city walls to resist the invasion of the army, like the other party on this wide beach, I really don't know what to think,

The criss-crossing simple wooden platoons on the opposite side were a complete joke in his eyes, and the wooden fence built along the slope of the hillside was almost no pressure on the infantry to advance except for a limited number of cavalry attacks.

It is only necessary to take advantage of the superiority in strength and advance step by step to easily occupy these wooden platoons, but in practice, often as long as the first wooden platoon is occupied, the defenders behind will waver, and if it is some troops without combat discipline, there may be a large-scale rout

"My lord, let me go"

A bearded Mamunuk commander obviously saw the cheapness, and without waiting for Molech to order, he couldn't wait to stand up from behind, his name is Stey, he is the seventh Mamunuk commander of Salander, and he has 1080 experienced Mamunuk knights under his command, all of whom are veterans who have participated in battles many times, and their combat power is extremely strong, and they are the most combat-effective Mamunuk team under Molech.

"Are you sure?"

Molech looked up at him, this was his favorite general, and the sharpest sword of his own legion, and if he lost the first battle, it would have an incalculable impact on the morale of the entire legion

"Sure" Stey nodded categorically, "Although I haven't really fought with the Northern Army, but judging from the size of the army on the opposite side, the number is about 7,000 people, it should be the main force of the legendary Vic army, and it can barely be regarded as an opponent, the other party gathers the main force here, obviously fighting a battle to determine the outcome of the battle, although the layout is quite compact, but in such a short distance, there is no spear to resist the impact of heavy cavalry, and there is no cavalry that can compete with it, in the eyes of his subordinates, it is simply a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered"

"My lord, just look at it" If you can't take this wooden fort at noon, your subordinates are willing to raise your head to see it" After saying this, Stey's eyes swept over the opposite hillside, and he sneered at these so-called northern troops, as he said, this time he came to the north to sharpen his knife, just to catch some fish and shrimp on the western coast, how can he be satisfied,

"Well, as long as you can defeat them before noon" Molech saw that the Admiral was pleading, raised the whip in his hand, and laughed excitedly, "I will give you the record of the first battle to enter Vic City, and allow you to plunder for a day at will"

Hearing that he could plunder at will for a day, Stey's happy nose was incited, his face was full of red light, his thick beard stood up one by one, and he waved his arm to the herald behind him, "Order the Seventh Legion to assemble, tell them, whoever is the first to storm the wooden fort will be directly promoted by one level"

"Yes," the herald replied loudly,

At this moment, a Mamunuk knight suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted, "Look, what is that?" In front of everyone's eyes, I saw a graceful figure slowly walking out from behind the misty wooden raft on the opposite side,

"Woman?" Molech twitched the corners of his eyes, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes staring at the figure, his eyebrows frowned slightly, it was a slender female archer, because she was wearing a helmet on her head, she couldn't see her face clearly, but the silver chainmail on her body outlined a proud figure that was enough to make any man squirt blood, and the red dress was as gorgeous as a flame, dragging from the hem of the metal apron of the silver chainmail to the ground,

"Gollum"

Moleh heard a throat tremor of a male animal ringing in his ears, and several Mamunuk regiment commanders stared at the female archer with fiery eyes,

A delicate silver longbow was held in the hands of this female archer, even taller than a person, beautiful as fire, longbow like blood, it was simply an excellent combination of beauty and violence, in the light mist of the morning, like a fairy descending from the earth, the posture was graceful, beautiful

Isamoriel's eyes were as fierce as the light of a knife, shooting across the battlefield. As if nothing swept over the 20,000 troops in front of him, his delicate eyebrows were raised, and his mouth was slightly open, "Are all the men on the other side dead, but do you dare to come out and fight me?"

The crisp female voice resounded in front of the two armies, and there was silence on Moleh's side, fighting with such a delicate woman, and there were really few cheeky people who stood up

"Why is there no one" Isamoriel looked a little impatient, and raised the 2-meter long bow in his hand with his arm, facing the queue of Salanders, with a "creak", the silver giant longbow in his hand was pulled away for a full moon,

"Collapse" a vibration that tore through the air, and the dazzling silver light with a fierce whistling sound, crossed the ultra-long distance of 250 meters, like precise guidance in the battle flag wooden pole of the Moreh Legion, "popped" the broken wood flew sideways, and the sharp arrow deeply pierced the thick wooden pole of the battle flag bowl, after an overwhelming breaking sound, from the break into several pieces, the Legion Flag, which Moreh was most proud of, made a few 360-degree turns in the air, and fell on the face of the flag bearer who was already stunned below.

At this moment, Moleh and several Mamunuk regiment commanders looked stupid, and their eyes were bulging like brass bells

"My lord, let's press it in clusters."

Stey, who had just taken the initiative to ask for battle, looked extremely ugly, and subconsciously shrunk his somewhat fat neck, he was also frightened, a sniper shooter with a range of more than 250 meters, what kind of concept is this? Just thinking about it, I felt a chill on the back of my neck, if this is in a long-range battle, whoever meets will die

"Victory, Victory"

There was a flood of calls from the opposite side, no one in the entire Salander army array, the silence was shrouded, these Salander soldiers who thought they would win felt a little discouraged, they looked at each other, their faces were ashamed and eager to find a hole to get into, before the battle began, someone shot an arrow to break the battle flag, it was simply an unheard of shame

But the female archer on the other side is too terrifying, if she was still beautiful and dazzling just now, now she has risen to Cheng Dù, who despises the heroes of the world.

The unscrupulous and rampant eyes are like sparks bursting out when the machete is struck on the money, without the slightest awareness of facing the pressure of the army. Her expression was like that of a victorious general across the battlefield, patrolling the opponents who came to send her again.

"Ahem" Molech coughed a few times shamelessly, and it took a few generals who were obviously in a state of loss of soul to come back to their senses.

Molech waved his hand listlessly and said, "Just according to what Captain Stey said, all the legions will attack." Before noon, take this wooden fort"

"That plundering day," a general Mamunuk said again

"Whoever is the first to take the Wooden Castle will be able to loot Vic City for a day"

Molech glared at him with a cold face, and said, "But if you can't take it at noon today, you should be prepared to report the battle situation to His Majesty the King alone."

Everyone was silent at the same time, who didn't know that since the Normans occupied the south, the war situation has deteriorated, and there have been many generals who have been directly sentenced to heavy punishment by the Sultan when they reported the battle to His Majesty Sultan alone, or chopped off their hands, or looked at their feet, and even had a record of skinning, so during that time, as long as they heard which one of the Sultan's Majesty left a separate report, it was basically equivalent to a death sentence

"Woohoo"

A loud trombone sounded, and a large number of Mamunuk knights who stopped on the hill began to move slowly, the colorful armor looked chaotic, and these proud knights in various armors lined up in several queues,

Mamunuk's battle was a little different from usual,

Because of more external ornaments and helmets with masks, their bodies appear more inflated, wearing a hornet's nest-like needle-eye armor on their heads, and a wisp of red feathers fluttering on the top of their heads, which makes people shudder.

The horses under the crotch were draped in heavy armor, and the cuirass was cast from a single piece of steel armor, polished with a bright and gorgeous finish, which further supported the heroism of these Mamunuk's knights, some of whom held a five-meter-long spear with a knightly coat of arms representing themselves at the back of the spear

Some of them hold black iron flails in their hands, which can easily smash the enemy's armor, but the most are undoubtedly the kind of Mamunuk knights who hold the giant knight's sword in their hands, the huge long sword has an extremely wide back, and the blade edge is like a stack, revealing layers of white cloud scrolls, which appear to be extremely sharp

The height of the horse reached two meters away, the body was unusually strong, the full suit was draped like a hideous beast, and only two eye holes on the head of the war horse could be seen in front, and the most eye-catching thing was that there was a layer of dense needle punctures outside the vest, not to mention bumping, even if it was rubbed, it could draw out a bloody big hole

"Kill"

With a loud and calm cry from Moleh, the 200 Mamunuk knights in the front row began to charge at the wooden fence 200 meters away.

"The enemy really couldn't stand Moriel's stimulation, and the whole army pressed against him regardless of Qiē"

On the tower of Morenburg, the fat man looked at the cavalry group writhing like a huge earth dragon, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth,

To the herald behind him, he said, "Order the whole army to carry out the battle order according to the original plan, and before noon, the three lines of defense in front of Morenburg must be lost"