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As we have been mentioning, all kinds of equipment are only complementary, and there is no absolute advantage in the different situations that are adapted to them. The large spear that requires a shield hand to use has a miraculous effect on the charging cavalry, like a hedgehog standing on the spot The huge energy of the cavalry itself to accelerate the charge will kill him head-on, but this equipment is much worse in terms of flexibility and many other aspects against the infantry.

It is inconvenient to move, the flanks are not protected in the state of attacking the line, and once they are surrounded, they can only wait for reinforcements on the spot, and many other characteristics make their error tolerance extreme, and once the commander's own ability is insufficient, it can easily lead to the annihilation of the whole army. These characteristics, combined with the large amount of manpower and material resources required, made it a fairly reliable infantry phalanx tactic that was rarely used by the West Coasters.

Professional infantry did not exist on the West Coast, as cavalry was a more efficient option depending on the scale of the war they were fighting. But Rigal is not the only part of the world on the west coast, on the other side of the Tambul Mountains, there exists the vast empire that has been learning from the battles with the Lamanites for a long time, and has a phalanx of heavy infantry, although not as famous as their dragoons, but has always been a truly formidable main force in the army.

And the answers, standards, and models they gave for large-scale corps battles between infantry and infantry.

It's terrifying.

It was an unexpected encounter.

Due to the sheer size of the army, Edward's Northern Army, which numbered 150,000 men, including the various recruits in the Dordogne, forced even Henry and Lesky to devote themselves to commanding the entire army. The vast majority of the soldiers were armed and inexperienced militiamen, and some of Edward's aristocratic officers were left behind to maintain order in the Dordogne, and it was obvious that they were powerless in the face of a larger army.

Sustaining the march was already a considerable problem, and it was understandable to be slow to react in such a situation - not to mention that the other side had already set up an ambush.

In fact, it would be unfair to say that the Northern Army was defenseless. The officers were left with a large and bloated non-professional army, so they chose a well-disciplined mix of mercenaries and veterans as the vanguard to avoid the complete collapse of the entire army in the face of the enemy. But the successive victories and the cheers of the people made these soldiers, who were actually relatively relatively professional, a little fluttering - so that when they were attacked by an unknown army that was far more disciplined, better equipped, and extremely powerful than them, everyone looked dazed.

The first wave of weapons was the greatest individual invention of the Lamanite Legion, the soft-iron throwing spear.

The short, square, wooden body was fronted by a slender tip made of soft iron, which had an unrivaled piercing power, and the piercing power that far exceeded the weight of the arrow could easily penetrate even the strongest metal cap of the round wooden shield common on the West Coast, and after the impact was thrown, it was bent downward due to the heavier tail shock, and the extra weight on the shield and the tip of the spear that directly damaged the shield wielder's arm succeeded in causing the outer shield wall to be directly shattered.

Before the soldiers could tell where they were, a second wave of spears struck again.

"Left flank! Reorganize the formation!

The shortcomings of the Spin-style round shield in the insufficient defensive area in large-scale legion battles were infinitely magnified by the hands of the junior mercenaries and militiamen who were inexperienced in group combat, and they were completely unable to react, the strikers had already been shattered in the first wave of attacks, and the people behind were still standing in place in a daze, trying to see what was happening, the battlefield was changing rapidly, where could there be a trace of dullness, and the hesitant people were directly knocked to the ground by the heavy throwing guns, hundreds in the first round and thousands in the second round.

Viscount Robinson, commanding the forward, shouted loudly for his sergeants and knights, as well as reliable veterans, to maintain order on the crumbling left flank.

"There!" a breeze reflected in the grass of the plains ahead, and a sharp-eyed longbowman shouted, and the remnants of the barely reacted barely raised their shields when a third wave of attacks descended again.

"Boom-boom!!"

It was the strikers of the right flank who collapsed this time, but some of the casualties were somewhat reduced, and the soldiers began to retreat under command - although the officers had never fought with this weapon, they had learned something about the shorter range and less sustained fire of the spear than the bow.

There was a large pile of blood-stained shields and many corpses on the ground, and at this moment they felt how powerless the coalition militias encountered in the first battle of the Dordogne were in the face of themselves, and in the face of overwhelming precision and consistency, the vanguard directly lost more than half of the junior mercenaries. Henry in the rear, they heard the commotion and began to rush forward, and the remnants of the vanguard melee fighters, under the command of Viscount Robinson, finally showed their proper professional demeanor, no longer fluttering, but formed a careful formation.

"Shield wall! shield wall!" shouted Viscount Robinson, who rode back and forth on his war horse and shouted in a powerful voice, and the vanguards in front shouted with him in order to boost their morale, and the longbowmen, who had discovered the enemy's location, could not rest on their laurels, and they opened their bows and arrows—and it was at this time that all saw what happened in a moment in the vast meadow more than half a man in front of them, which could only be described by the word magnificent.

The legions, which numbered in the hundreds, stood up in unison, picked up the huge tower shields, and in an instant they lined up and guarded all the directions in front and to the left and right above, and rushed towards them. The arrows fired from the dense longbow were useless against the extremely defensive phalanx of heavy infantry, and the arrows landed above and then only stayed on the surface of the shield, unlike the soft iron spear, which did not have the same weight as the spear, and it could not even put a higher burden on the opponent's arms - but more lethal than this, it was the inexperienced forward commander Viscount Robinson who misjudged the situation.

In terms of personal ability alone, Viscount Robinson is not bad.

As one of the first northern nobles to fight alongside Edward against the West Valiers, his personal ability and responsiveness in critical situations were remarkable, which is why he had previously served as commander of the decoy force, this time as the vanguard commander.

However, excellent personal ability and good mental literacy could not hide the fact that he was inexperienced, and in the face of the Legion, the Avennella was only a student after all, and he had no way to effectively judge the enemy's position - the first wave of soft iron spear attacks was in the hundreds, and the other two waves were far more numerous than that. The open space in front of us was vast, but it would still be too easy to expose if there were thousands of people, and it would be a lot more troublesome to deploy, and with the other two waves of attacks hitting the left and right flanks respectively, more enemies should be ambushed diagonally in front of them rather than in front.

It was only in the confusion that they found the enemy's heavy infantry phalanx in front of them rushing towards this side, and the previous successive attacks forced them to retract their formation to form a more elaborate and inconvenient defensive mode, and now seeing the enemy's infantry attacking again and the number of forwards was far inferior to even after the battle was damaged, the first reaction of the inexperienced Viscount Robinson was naturally to prepare his subordinates to meet the attack.

It was a decision that hurt them all.

If he had been more experienced and had judged from the position of the soft iron spears that the enemy had two other troops, and that the orientation was inclined rather than behind the forward force of several hundred men, he would have understood that the enemy had made up his mind to let the front team draw his attention and take advantage of the opportunity to approach the flanking attack, and the decision based on this would of course be to stand back and join the larger main formation behind him rather than meet it.

But there are no ifs on the battlefield.

The melee fighters, who had just assembled and were ready to meet them head-on, were caught off guard by the sudden roar of the more numerous heavy infantry who came out from both sides, and the longbowmen reacted quickly and opened their bows and arrows, but only a very small number of enemy infantry were hit in the neck or in the face, and the huge shield plus the defensive force of the half-body armor and helmet could almost ignore their weak arrows, and the enemy forces on both sides were already equal to the number of melee men in the forward, and the combined was extremely terrifying.

"Bang!" It was as if two sledgehammers had struck together, and the formation of thousands of mercenaries and militia teams that formed the shield wall was completely defeated in a very short period of time, and after they scattered into melee mode, they had no power to fight back in the face of the enemy forces who still had order, and these hoplites decisively replenished their swords from both sides, killing the originally square melee array into a straight line, and completely destroying it like chopping melons and vegetables. Then, without even hesitating, they dispersed again and formed several legions of hundreds of men and continued to pounce on the archers.

"Stand back! Viscount Robinson shouted loudly, and the other nobleman who was leading another 20,000 spear-armed militia behind them had caught up with his army in a timely manner, and he was confident when he staggered shoulders with Viscount Robinson and the remaining archers, because the combined number of the enemy's heavy infantry was only 10,000, and compared to the army on this side, counting the remnants of the archers, there were more than 37,000 men, and it was obvious that the other side was striking a stone with an egg in terms of numbers.

But sometimes, the advantage in numbers is just a mere appearance.

This nobleman, who was also a viscount, suddenly didn't realize that the other side had just used flanking tactics to kill a vanguard melee infantry with a total of seven or eight thousand people who were not much less than themselves, and those people were still more experienced junior mercenaries and veterans than the novice militia he led, so when he led the seemingly larger militia team and collided head-on, the perception of who was the egg and who was the stone was reversed in an instant.

The first wave of attacks was successful, and the spears were much more lethal than the bows and arrows, but when the militiamen realized that their spears had only stabbed into the shield wall and had done no damage to the armored soldiers, everything went into a one-sided slaughter.

Because of the demands of such a large march, the path they chose to take was extremely wide, and although there were forests on both sides, it was not really a problem to spread out thousands of men on the front - which was reasonable to consider before, but it became fatally flawed when encountering the enemy's professional heavy infantry.

The extremely flexible tower shield heavy infantry phalanx can be assembled into a team of thousands of people, or only a few dozen people, and the defense force can also cover the front and back, left and right, they are naturally divided, and all actions are as smooth as flowing clouds. Playing head-to-head push, it is impossible for the Avenella to win. The militiamen were caught in the rhythm of each other, and in an instant they were cut into dozens of small groups, and then they were lowered to the ground as if they were chopping melons and vegetables.

These are true war machines, the die-hard elite of the Ottolo Empire trained over the years of war. They were not invincible warriors without casualties, but the whole army went forward, and when anyone fell, the others would not even look at him and continued to advance, these people were precise and efficient, and they would not give up until they had completed their purpose from the beginning of the battle. The militia had broken up, and their undisciplined and poorly equipped men had fallen to the ground in rows like harvested wheat under the one-handed sword attack of the Ottolos, and when this efficient fighter from across the Tambur Mountains quickly reaped more than thirty percent of the militia's lives, they could have no other result than a rout.

“...... The whole army retreated!""Sir?!" "Retreat!" That's Ottolo's hoplites, the presence of the Luo'an soldiers in their heyday had to be weighed!" Henry and the others, who rushed up on horseback, made such a decisive move when the army in front was defeated, but the earth-shattering sound that followed changed the color of both the sage and Edward.

"Cavalry-soldiers-come-attack!!"

Heart-rending cries echoed over the wide fields in the middle of the Nera Forest.

Under the onslaught of the hoplites sent by the assembled Ashbourne II and the two archdukes, the longbowmen in the vanguard, Viscount Robinson and more than 20,000 militiamen who had not had time to evacuate, suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

May 25.

Edward led the army to march for fifty-five days, and in the corridor of the Neila Forest, more than a third of the 150,000 troops were damaged under the impact, and the rest quickly retreated to the nearby forest, leaving a large amount of supplies and baggage in place.

And the opponent is just a legion of 10,000 people.

Only 10,000 Otolo elite hoplites, with the posture of a true professional soldier.

Taught them what the gap is.

For a team made up of amateur soldiers but winning one after another, the morale blow of this crushing defeat was terrible. And Rao is our sage gentleman, and in the face of such a strong enemy, he can only sigh and sigh that the emperor of Ottolo is really willing.

An unrecognized, secret force, selected by Ottolo's most elite hoplite legion.

The Avennella people are obviously still not comparable to the empire in this regard, whether it is morale, equipment or training, they are not the same level, after a few victories and a year or so of training, the militia is still unable to compare with the real professional army, the gap between them is extremely huge, but the reason why they lost so badly, fundamentally speaking, is due to their strategic mistakes.

"It's impossible to win a professional war in the way of the Otolo people, so let's change to the way of Avenella. "The morale of the army was rather bleak after the army broke up and left behind the baggage supplies and fled, but what Henry said to the others meant that they still had a chance to fight.

With a large army and a neat march to fight head-on, this newly formed new army in the north was okay to fight a dozen militias that were also Avenellas, and when it met the elite Otolo hoplites in the professional army, even if it was ten times the number, it was determined that there would be no return.

To win, they had to break it down to zero and take advantage of their numerical superiority - or to put it in the words of a sage.

"Fight a people's war. (To be continued.) )