Today Lao Tzu asked me, is it good to write? I thought about it and replied to him, this is what I like to do, and I am very happy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Lao Tzu was silent for a moment, just be happy.

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The meaning of the phalanx was clearly not to be repeated in front of the enemy, and the banner of the blue spicy bird fluttered against the wind, and hundreds of knights rode their horses and rushed over.

War can never be solved by mouth, no killing, no bloodshed, no sacrifice, how to bring out the greatness and cruelty of victory?

The majestic body of the horse slammed into the tower shield fiercely, and the huge force made the tower shield tilt, and the people behind the shield showed hideous faces, desperately resisting this extremely violent impact. Immediately after that, Changge continued to stretch out from between the shields, hooked the horse's legs or the knight's arms and calves, and pulled hard. Blood splattered, stumps and severed arms littered the waste, and screams and roars echoed over the grassland.

Cormier was not nervous, but there was a hint of excitement, and the trembling muscle fibers seemed to be equipped with a motor, beating rhythmically.

The hold lasted only about twenty seconds, and as the knights of Somme were about to bypass the front and strangle from the side, Cormier and his fellow heavily armed warriors waved their weapons over the tower shield at the same time and charged into the ranks of the knights. The archers raised their bows one after another, drawing but not firing, their attention focused on the knights who tried to go around to the side and attack the phalanx from the side. The sword, shield, and sword and shield warriors also opened up their formations, ready to defend the flanks anytime and anywhere, or follow behind the heavily armed warriors to attack and kill.

When a blue knight was split in half by Cormier's men and horses, he wiped the hot, slimy blood from his face, kicked his legs the ground, and leaped forward, holding his two-handed axe aloft, the surface of which was polished to make a human figure. A flash of light vanished, and several weapons slashed down at the same time with a scream of rage. He could feel that the long sword in the hand of the knight beside him was less than half a meter away from the back of his neck, and in the next second he was about to hit the ground. But he didn't panic in the slightest, because he believed in his comrades.

A huge chain ball that flew out of nowhere buzzed through the obstruction of the air, and slammed into the knight's chest in a dull manner, the light armor instantly sunken down, and made a slightly astringent breaking sound, and the knight flew out directly, spitting blood foaming at the mouth, and lost his combat effectiveness forever in an instant.

He cracked his mouth, baring his white teeth and smiling sideways, the muscles of his arms tensing violently, and he swollen and swung his huge two-handed axe in a circle, clearing the area out of the clearing.

This is the role of the attackers, and they are the central role in the phalanx, quickly disrupting the opponent's formation after contact.

The knights began to bypass the front line, running tens of meters away, and once again charging into the flank of the phalanx, at which point the archers came into play, their arrows effectively interfering with the speed of the blue bird knights. The sharp arrows bit ferociously into the muscles of the horses, and the triangular side blades tore through the musculature of the horses, slowing them down in pain. The sword and shield men immediately raised their round shields to cover the past, and they did not regard the knights as targets, but focused on cutting the legs of the horses.

This is a very cruel and very effective way of warfare. There is no such absurd unspoken rule in this world as not to cut off the legs of horses, and one by one the horses fell to the ground, throwing the knights out of the air, and they immediately ran over to mend the swords of the fallen knights.

In cavalry warfare, the first thing is the scale, and the second is to choose the timing and method of getting involved in the war. A smart cavalry general often doesn't need to have the courage to be brave, they just need to know when and under what circumstances to charge.

However, in such a small-scale battle, it is difficult to give full play to the greatest advantage of cavalry, especially since there is no such inexplicable class of cavalry as cavalry archery in this world. The use of phalanx tactics has been developed to the extreme, and it is by no means something that can be met by a small group of cavalry.

A slaughter gradually subsided, and in addition to the dead warriors on both sides, three or four hundred war horses neighed and screamed. Most of them have their front legs cut off and are unable to stand.

The commander's cold face finally warmed up slightly, and he counted the number of people, in this small-scale battle, his own side lost more than 300 people, and the opponent lost more than 400 cavalry, which can be said to be a very perfect victory.

"Burn all the horses, and retreat immediately after a short rest!"

With the mission accomplished, there is no need to continue to take risks, and a team of less than 1,000 men can only be reduced to a loser after encountering enemy reinforcements with enough infantry and a complete class of troops.

The Commander was not an impulsive man, he was calm and understood Tostai's intentions. He did this task well, and the rest depends on the reaction of the other party.

A fight quickly formed a written report and sent it to the desks of the main generals of both sides. Tostai glanced at it a few times and showed a satisfied look, as for the soldiers who were damaged in the battle on the report, to a commander like him who commanded 500,000 good warriors, they were just some simple numbers, and they could not shake his heart.

He groaned slightly, and ordered: "Send a letter to the Somites at once, ask them why they are attacking our sentinels, and ask them to hand over the generals and soldiers who are responsible for making decisions!"

"Commander...... , the other party is unlikely to do so. After all, half a thousand cavalry was lost, and it was our ......"

Tostai waved his hand, "I just want them to refuse, otherwise how can this battle be fought?"

Just as he had expected, the Somme generals trembled with anger after reading the letters sent by the envoys. The Jerutes did not abide by the principle of peaceful coexistence, and sent troops into the Somme country, not to mention that they had killed hundreds of cavalrymen, and even asked him to take his men to bear the guilt, which was simply too deceitful! This is no longer a slap in the face, but was knocked to the ground by Tostey's punch, kicked a few times, and then stepped on the face and crushed, this is a mortal enemy!

The Sommes immediately mobilized their armies and prepared for revenge, while reporting everything that had happened here to the Senate. The elders in the Senate did not dare to be careless, and immediately sent a message to the gods.

The god of Somme suddenly became nervous, what was this for?!!

The Jeruts had once again waged war, and although the lives of mortals were insignificant to the gods, in the tense situation of the Southern Regions, excessive interpretation had become a subconscious behavior. In order to avoid being caught off guard by the gods of Jeruth, the gods of the Somme clan decided to strike first, and set their sights on several gods on the Jeluth border.

A war had just been quelled, but the flames of war instantly ignited again, and they exploded even more violently.

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