Chapter 51: The Grenadiers

The infantrymen looked nervously at the Vichians in the distance. ()

More and more of those Wikibians gathered, and the frightening thing was that most of them were cavalry. Moreover, these people are the cavalry of the Iron Shield River, which has not appeared since the beginning of the war, and the appearance of these people let the soldiers know that a tough battle is about to begin.

The previous battle had led the soldiers to more or less contempt for the Wikibians, who thought that they might be the kind of aggressive characters who attacked the battlefield completely regardless of the situation.

When it comes to cavalry, the Swadia soldiers were not inexperienced in fighting the Kujits, but the Kujit cavalry was significantly inferior to the cavalry in front of them in terms of equipment and discipline--- although the Kugits were much more numerous.

I saw that after Vekia's cavalry troops quickly entered the battlefield, they each stood in their positions, and their positions seemed to be very complicated, looking like layers. But the march was not at all disorderly, and as the cavalry advanced, it was as if a whole wall was pressing down on the side of the Svadias.

The Swadias formed a huge formation, surrounded by two small formations to cover the flanks. Despite their bravery in the last battle, this time the Third Army tacitly stood at the back of the phalanx. Only a little over a hundred archers were moved to the front of the formation, where they joined the archers of the other legions.

Some of the bravest spearmen were now busily pulling some improvised horses to the front of the phalanx, and whenever a small group of dozens of horsemen shouted and pretended to charge, they would huddle together nervously, hold the end of their spears with their feet, and aim their spears at the invading cavalry.

The Wikirian cavalry was only slowly changing positions, and they seemed to see that the Swadians were not prepared. So, after waiting for the Swadians to take their positions, the Vecchian cavalry began to arrive around the Swadian legions, as if trying to move to the flanks.

It's stupid to charge the infantry that has formed a formation, is that what the Wikibians are going to do?

Vecchia's cavalry didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, they stood out of the range of the archers, constantly moving their positions. The Vecchian scouts rode around the battlefield on their own, avoiding the Swadians' shots and observing movements throughout the battlefield.

The Vecchians had moved from the northwest of the battlefield to the west of the Swadians, and the Swadians had turned their main forces to the west, and the two skirmishers on the flanks had been positioned in the north and south.

At this time, several Swadian scouts appeared, and these people were panicking and shouting loudly.

The Swadians soon spotted the Wikibians ---in the woods, and the shadowy Vekia soldiers stepped out to the beat of the drums, and their pale battle flags began to emerge from the woods hundreds of meters long, and the entire line was filled with Vekian soldiers.

The Vekia cavalry drew the Svadian army to the west, and at this time the Vekian infantry appeared on the battlefield. The situation now is almost the same as the situation of the Wikibians a few days ago, except that the positions of the two armies have been reversed.

The Wikibians' infantry began to appear, and if they were to finish the formation, it would be a great threat to the Swadians.

The skirmishers on the flanks don't know how many Vekians there are, and if they attack immediately, they can indeed be routed before the Vecchians form a formation, but they can also be suppressed by the superior number of Wekia's soldiers, but if the flanks are defeated, it will be even worse for the Swadiaans.

Father was leading the soldiers on the flank, and after discovering the Wikibians' intentions, he anxiously awaited orders from the flank commander. This time the situation is critical, and it is necessary to respond quickly.

On the flanks were ninety crossbowmen of the Second Regiment, one hundred and ten spearmen of the First Regiment, one hundred and sixty spearmen of the Third Regiment, and more than two hundred stragglers and servants.

The commander was a general of the 2nd regiment.

Soon the regiments on the flanks received an order: turn to the north, with crossbowmen in the front, spearmen in the back, and stragglers on both sides ready to support.

The infantry phalanx of the Vekians was forming, one row, two rows, they began to line up, and behind them more and more people were pouring out of the forest, and the Vekian soldiers were anxiously observing the flags of their own team after walking out of the forest, and then rushed over to stand up.

Unable to wait any longer, the commander of the flank ordered, "Advance and push the Wikibians back." ”

Looking at the Wikis, there seemed to be more than six hundred people, and a thin cloud of dust had risen from the edge of the forest. How many more are in the rear of the Wikibians, it's impossible to say now.

The father ordered his soldiers to follow, but he couldn't see You.

"Sam"

"Adult"

"Where's Youshang?"

"I don't know, that Kugit loves to run around. When the army was urgently assembled just now, I saw You running to the baggage camp with a few people, and the Kugit must have been too timid to come."

"Nonsense," his father immediately retorted to Sam's words, and after several years of contact, his father knew that he was not a person who had escaped from the battle. But what are you doing in the baggage camp now?

At this time, my father had no time to take care of this matter, and he kept his eyes firmly on the wikis, who were coming out of the woods more and more. Seemingly endless, a scout ran back from the front: "Nine hundred paces Wikibians continue to line up to find the Guards"

Ordinary soldiers may not feel this news, but for Swadians at the officer level, it is like a bolt from the blue. Vekia Guard?

Those warriors covered in iron helmets and armed with broad-bladed axes "It's a nightmare for anyone to encounter them on the battlefield."

It has been said that the best warriors on the continent are: "The knights of Svadia, the Mamluks of Salander, the crossbowmen of Rhodok, the berserkers of the Nords, the Khan's guards of Kugit, and the guards of Vekia." ”

If the Mamluks had not had their sophisticated desert horses, it is difficult to say what would have happened if they had stood on the ground and faced off against a Guards soldier.

"Seven Hundred Steps"

The crossbowmen had already stood in two columns, and some of them bent down, stepped on the crossbows, and then put their hands on the strings, straightened up, and used the strength of their waists to pull away the heavy crossbow of hundreds of pounds.

"Six Hundred Steps"

In the distance, the Vecchians could already be seen clearly, their armor glowing with a sparkling light, and countless chains and scales of armor converged into a sea of metal.

"500 Steps"

The Swadians continued to advance, the crossbowmen leveling their weapons, and the longbowmen began to draw an arrow and put it on the string, ready to shoot.

Moving on, the scout kept reporting the distance.

After three hundred paces, the scouts began to report every fifty steps.

At two hundred paces, some nervous soldiers pulled the crossbow strings, and the crossbow arrows were thrown diagonally, although the crossbow could throw the crossbow arrows far enough, but the crossbow arrows would be much less powerful if they could not be fired horizontally.

The troops stopped at a distance of one hundred and fifty paces, the closest the crossbowmen could come to shoot their arrows in a calm manner, and they continued to pull the strings and shoot. The Wikibians on the opposite side raised their shields, but with each salvo, three or three Wikibians fell to the ground.

The Wikibians' horns began to sound, and several Wikibian squads had lined up and began to approach the Svadians.

If it is a well-trained archer, he will definitely shoot with a bow and arrow at this time, and he will not care about the enemy's movements at all. They waited only for orders from their officers, and before they were ordered to retreat, the archers continued to shoot until the enemy rushed in front of them. The best crossbowmen are always "you cut off your head, I shoot my arrows", and of course, no one will be willing to waste a crossbowman with this kind of discipline.

But the crossbowmen were visibly timid, and by the time the Vicchians were in order, several soldiers had begun to look left and right, and even one looked back at the spearmen behind them. When they saw that the spearmen and skirmishers were not moving, the crossbowmen continued to shoot.

The Vecchians threw out a few javelins, which were forcefully pierced a dozen paces in front of the crossbowmen, and although they didn't hurt themselves, some of the crossbowmen were already taking a step back in shock.

The Vecchians began to trot forward, the order still not given, and the crossbowmen continued to shoot. Due to the widening of the gap between people and the closer distance between people in the movement, Wikibians now fall to the ground with every round of shooting.

At last, the general's order sounded three trumpets in a hurry, and the crossbowmen, as if pardoned, began to slowly retreat after firing the last round of arrows. The spearmen straightened their spears, and the spearmen walked forward in unison as the crossbowmen stepped back. The skirmishers and archers quickly took up positions behind and on the sides of the spearmen, and the men rushed over to distribute hand-to-hand weapons and shields to each of the crossbowmen.

Many of the crossbowmen gave their crossbows to the servants, and the longbowmen mostly carried their bows on their backs.

In less than a minute, the spearmen and the Wikimen were already screaming and colliding together.

At the time of hedging, casualties are only related to discipline.

If the spearmen who have been in the army can do not waver at the moment, continue to hold their positions, and aim their spears at the enemy, then this team will be invincible. If, on the other hand, the ranks are shaken, then as long as one person is the first to flee, then soon there will be various gaps in the front and the army will collapse.

It was a forest of clumps of spears, and the two armies were like two huge hedgehogs, colliding with each other, stabbing the enemy with their spikes, hoping that the enemy would retreat, and then exposing their soft bellies as they fled.

The stragglers moved to the side of the Wikibians in groups, squeezing the formation of the Wikibians. But the soldiers on the side of the Vycians held their ground, stabbing every Swadian who tried to approach with their spears.

The father commanded his skirmishers to move to the left.

"Preparation for Pitching"

Under the puzzled gaze of the stragglers around them, the soldiers of my father's squad untied a strange belt from their waists, and then these people untied a cloth bag from their shoulders and poured some of the contents in front of their own feet, which was --- stone?

If there were shepherds in it, they would be familiar with these things. When herding sheep, shepherds practice throwing stones with ropes from an early age, and when they are young, their stones can be used to shoot wild fruits, and when they are older, their stones can be used to beat lonely wolves.

I saw these soldiers wrap the stone into their leather bags, and then wave it quickly, and the light and shadow of a disc flashed on the sides of dozens of people.

"Put"

Dozens of rocks headed straight for the Wiki in almost the same trajectory, and before a few of them could react, they were dazed, and some of the stragglers who had been too close to rush forward and plunge their short swords into their necks.

When the Wikibians saw their attackers clearly, but did not come up with a better response, another wave of rocks flew in the sky, injuring more people.

The left side of the Vycians was briefly in disarray, and the Swadians' nimble skirmishers would not miss this opportunity, and more than a dozen men bravely rushed into the gap, creating even more chaos. Forcing Wikibians to trample on each other.

Due to the rapid loss of control on the flanks, this force of the Vecchians began to retreat, expecting to regroup after retreating a few dozen paces.

The spearmen kept stabbing the Wikibian soldiers who were sticking out of the line to the ground, and then pushed the Wikibians unrelentingly, pushing them backwards.

Seeing that his soldiers were running out of stones, the father was ready to give the order for them to join the attack on the flanks.

At this time, You rushed over.

As soon as Sam saw Yuu, he exclaimed, "Kujit haha, your stuff is so good, Sam broke the head of a Wikibian"

"If you call me a wiki again, I'll break your head while you're sleeping, and kick you again, and I'll do it."

The father didn't care about the two subordinates teasing each other, but just asked You, "Where have you been?" ”

"Bring the big guy," You said excitedly.

"What's that?"

You pointed behind you, and between the three servants pressed a large cart with a few cloth bags on it.

"What's that?" Again, my father asked, "What are you doing with this?" ”

You pulled out one of the things from her cloth pocket, it looked like a wine bag, but it was sewn into a round shape.

Ignoring his father's puzzled eyes, he took a throwing rope from the hand of a peasant soldier beside him, and then lit a round and broken rope that stretched out of the ball, and said loudly, "These ropes have been soaked for a year from the candlesmith of Tilburg, and as long as they see sparks, the flood will not extinguish them, and the storm will not extinguish them."

After speaking, you shook the ball in your hand quickly like throwing an ordinary throwing stone.

"For the Wikimen"

Yu threw out his baby.

It was a ball of black oil collected from the ground by poor farmers in the desert from their homes, sold to the docks, and shipped to various parts of the mainland. No one knows the value of these black oils, only that they burn violently --- after they have been processed.

These are the same thing as those burning oils that my father used when he was in the Navy, but Yu's recipe seems to be better because it not only burns and is safe to use, but it also makes a loud roar like fireworks.

An orange-red flame exploded in the Wicchian's head, and the intense light made the rest of the battlefield unworthy of mention.

While the people were still surprised, the servant brought by Yu was already carrying a few pockets, which he distributed to his father's grenadiers.

"Burn the woods and roast the Wikibians," Sam exclaimed suddenly, stunned.