With the sound of horses' hooves, the cavalrymen in the front row broke through the fence and mercilessly stabbed their spears into the bodies of the scattered enemy infantry, all trying their best to maintain the speed of the attack along the way. Speed, speed, that's the life of a cavalryman.

In the back rows of the line were a large number of elven mages, who began to unleash a large amount of wind damage magic. Before the opponent has time to organize an effective defense, even a small magic wind blade can be very powerful.

"It's still the same. Martin Luther was also watching carefully and was complimenting. It just so happened that a cavalryman's spear pierced the enemy's body and then could not be withdrawn, and he was dragged off his horse by his own spear in exclamation, and the cavalry behind would not stop for him...... A mist of blood rose up, and he had turned into a pulp......

"Needless sacrifice," he shook his head, "it looks like you've got your repair plan ahead of schedule!"

I frowned slightly, my eyes wide open, trying to see as much detail as I could.

The results were disappointing.

The previous military council decided that the enemy would have to be inflicted extreme panic and confusion in the first wave of the attack, and then the rear troops would launch another deadly attack from the flank. To this end, not only did they give the first wave of magicians and the toughest soldiers, but they also brought with them a large number of hooks that were used to pull down the tents.

The first is the problem posed by weapons. At extremely high speeds, it is not difficult for the spear, which is the main weapon, to pierce the enemy's body, but it is not easy to recover it. It takes a pair of dexterous hands and a lot of experience, either to retract the piercing as soon as it is at the right depth, or to choose the right part of the penetration, usually from the chest up. Pierce the spear with a spear and open your arms and raise them up. Draw a semicircle with the barrel of the gun at the back. Flip the enemy's body backwards and drag the gun out.

As a result, some guys withdrew their guns ahead of schedule because of underestimation, and the direct consequence was that they did not let the enemy lose their combat effectiveness. Others don't raise the tail enough to sprain their wrists or dislocate their shoulders. What's more, the rope hooks used to pull across the enemy's tents dragged themselves off their horses! Fortunately, the enemy was very panicked, and many people were knocked to the ground and trampled to death. Otherwise, even these rookies want to win the battle?

The men at the front had already rushed to the center of the camp, knocking down many enemies along the way. But looking at their situation, it was as if they were being hunted down. If it weren't for the fact that there were a few experienced officers as the backbone, if it weren't for the elven magicians with profound magical attainments to help clean up the mess, if it weren't for the clever tactical arrangements to confuse the enemy in advance, if it wasn't for the more fights and the less, if it wasn't for the surprise attack...... I don't dare to think about it.

"Signal! The cavalry on the flanks began to assault!" I gave the order.

"But when the flank troops stormed, the men behind the first wave of cavalry had not yet gone out! In the enemy camp, there were probably nearly 100 people who had fallen off their horses and were fighting with the enemy.

"I-say-assault!" gave him a slap in the face, and my palms went numb. That's where there is time to explain. If it continues to be entangled like this, not only will the fallen person die. And the enemy can organize an effective defense!

Three fireballs shot into the sky, and the cavalry on the flanks of the camp shouted loudly and began to attack.

This team was led by Helt and Marfa, and with the experience of the past, their shock formation was relatively neat.

If the first wave of attacks was like a black whirlwind blowing through the camp, this wave of attacks was like a swarm of black locusts. At the direction of Martin Luther and I, they maintained their formation at a slightly slower pace, destroying all the enemies standing in their path, and pulling across all the tents...... Skilled riders also try to pull the unlucky ones who have fallen off their horses onto their own backs as much as possible. Of course, not every unlucky person has this luck, and it is not for nothing that he dies tragically under the hooves of his own people.

The first wave of cavalry had already reached the other side of the camp, and the angry officers were scurrying and scurrying to turn around...... Stormed the camp again.

In the camp, there were screams of murder. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the weapon, occasionally flashing a reflection with the breath of death...... Five hundred infantry completely collapsed under the repeated onslaught of a thousand cavalry. Except for a few half-dead people lying on the ground with green smoke and moaning, the others died completely.

"Clean up the battlefield now!" Martin Luther and I rode into the camp side by side.

"What do you want to do?" Martin Luther whispered to me.

"We can't fight like this anymore!" I said, "and we'll be defeated!"

All the officers stood beside me and Martin Luther, listening to Martin Luther's post-war summary.

"In general, lads. Martin Luther didn't give any face, "You lost the battle!"

"But haven't we reached our goal?" retorted in a whisper among the officers.

"Yes, we achieved our goal!" said Martin Luther, "but how many fighters have we lost?"

"The statistics are up," Helter said, looking at the battle damage report in his hand, "one hundred and twenty-three soldiers were killed, and sixty-four were seriously wounded, not counting minor injuries." The loss of horses was about a hundred. ”

"The other side is only 500 infantry!500 infantry!" I was yelling loudly, "we have sent out more than a thousand cavalry and magicians, and we are still sneak attacking! We have lost so many people! Do you still have the face to call such a result a victory! Who are the dead warriors? Are they just warriors? No! They are brothers who fight side by side with us! They are the backbone of our army! They are the backbone of our army! They are the spark! Go and say to the dead soldiers, say! Say to the dead soldiers! Say to the dead soldiers!

The voices of argument are gone.

"Of course, you can't be blamed for that. Our army has just been built, and there must be problems of one kind or another. You're doing your best on the battlefield, I've seen that. "Seeing the officers bow their heads, my tone softened a little," but at the same time. I have also seen your carelessness before the war and laxity after the war! Officers are role models for soldiers. If you treat it with such an attitude. And what attitude will the soldier have?"

"It's our fault!" the officers were finally not stupid and understood, "Please punish the Governor!"

"There's no rush now, there's still a bad battle to be fought. Shaking his hand, I said, "The junior officer immediately went back to deal with the aftermath and boost morale." Middle- and high-ranking officers stayed behind to discuss the next battle. ”

"The scouts came the latest news that the main forces of the enemy were approaching the border. Pursued by our interracial friends. They had lost a few men, and now they had probably saved a thousand and a half thousand, plus a little more than two thousand at the entrance to the desert.

It was still a day away from us. After the junior officer had left, Martin Luther began to read out the battle report, and everyone present listened intently to his somewhat hoarse and majestic voice.

"We now have 1,400 cavalry, and there are a few other arms. ”

"That's the case, everybody think about it," I said, "what's going to happen next? ”

The open map is spread out in the open space. The officers discussed in the flickering light of several torches. Occasionally, a heated argument can be sparked.

"One thing is for sure, if you face the enemy head-on. Martin Luther said categorically. "We don't have a chance to win!

You don't have to think about it that way. Looking at the dejected faces of the officers, I encouraged everyone, "It's just a head-on encounter, it's our weakness." But we also have an advantage! Let's break it down first. “

Helt was the first to speak, "The warriors have not yet had the opportunity to receive full cavalry training, and this is our weakness. ”

"Our soldiers are more proficient in pure infantry tactics," Moya said, "and the weapons and equipment are very good! These are our strengths. ”

It seems that Moya, like Hylter, has been slowly growing.

"What about the enemy? what do they have?" and what do they have?" I wasted no time in reminding everyone.

"Judging by their speed, you know that it is a very experienced light cavalry force! It is very powerful...... Martin Luther explains the superiority of the enemy. Accurate vision, unique insights, reasonable.

It's something we can't do for those of us who are newbies. Let everyone listen convincingly.

"Then the enemy's disadvantage is in their fatigue, and they are still being pursued, and there are certain losses. An officer whispered his opinion, "Let's use our superiority to strike at the enemy's inferiority!"

"That's right," I said of his advice, "and that's something everybody understands." But how, exactly?"

Another officer bowed his body and pointed to the map, saying, "We can create all kinds of conditions in my favor and at the same time paralyze the enemy." ”

This suggestion was well received by everyone, and the officers came up with various methods, many of which were insightful......

"Alright!" I motioned for everyone to stop the discussion, and Martin Luther looked at me with a smile on his face.

"Since everyone is on the same page, let's do it!"

As soon as the arrangements were made, Martin Luther and I stood on the side of the road and watched the soldiers set off under the guidance of the officers.

"Didn't you say you should teach them a good lesson?" asked me softly.

"Come to think of it, let's wait!" I replied to a column of soldiers who had walked past me and greeted me, "It's my fault for not being prepared beforehand! There's nothing wrong with them other than that they have some problems with their attitude. ”

"So you just reprimanded them for their attitude?" Martin Luther replied to the soldiers.

"Anyway, the troops still have to maintain their morale. I said, "Too much reprimand doesn't do any good." ”

Martin Luther looked at me with a look of appreciation on his face, "From what I've observed these days, you're a good general, a wise general." Your officers and soldiers are in luck!"

"Lucky, I hope so, it's going to be a fierce battle tomorrow night!" I said, looking at the sky above me.

The night sky is full of twinkling stars.

Another day passed, and I and the senior officers, led by Martin Luther, gathered in the afterglow of the setting sun and carefully worked out our plan of battle over and over again. Every detail has been carefully considered many times to achieve perfection.

A herald ran towards us as fast as he could, with the information he had just received.

"Looks like there's nothing wrong with that," I said, taking the information from the herald and looking at it. Say it to everyone. "They are approaching at the time and in the way we have arranged. Hundreds more people have been lost, and they will come into contact with us soon after the darkness. What a very cooperative enemy. ”

"Young men," exclaimed Martin Luther, "success and failure are here to fight!

Looking at these officers with a belligerent glint in their eyes, I also wanted to come up with a few words of encouragement, but the words changed again, "Prepare well, no one should be left behind at the celebration banquet!"

"Yes!"

The officers dispersed. Leave me and Martin Luther standing still.

In view of the actual situation of our army, I have decided to abandon yesterday's way of fighting and to fight this battle with the infantry that our army is good at. Of course, it will inevitably be a lot of trouble, but victory is so tempting that no amount of trouble is anything compared to it.

Like the camp in front of us, it took us almost a full day to build today, not far from yesterday's battlefield. Scale, style. Not only is it exactly the same as the camp we breached yesterday, but some "facilities" have been added to it. In order to ensure that the "friendly troops" who have returned from afar feel at home.

"What do you want?" asked Martin Luther next to me.

"I thought we should have a dedicated engineering unit to do this. I pointed to the new camp and said, "It's much slower for non-professional laymen." ”

"Oh?" said Martin Luther, a little surprised, "at this time you are not concerned about the battle in front of you?"

"What's there to worry about?" looked into his eyes, and a smile appeared on my face, "We've won!"

This is not blind confidence, this kind of hand-to-hand combat mode is what I am best at in my previous life. With careful arrangement, I am sure of victory!

"Hahahaha!" Martin Luther laughed with a slight exaggeration, "let's go! ”

I was riding on a very ordinary horse, wearing a full suit of iron armor. Although it was the standard equipment of a mid-ranking officer in the Empire, the craftsmanship of this armor was really not very good, and the gaps in the joints were so large that people could stick their fingers in and out casually.

The wind was strong, and there was occasional sand and dust. I couldn't help but pull down my face guard. A few strands of dyed brown hair peeked through the cracks in the armor on my forehead, swaying mischievously in front of my crystal-clad brown eyes......

I've been waiting here for a long time, waiting, one of the few things I hate the most.

The horse barked, and shook its neck uneasily. That's because the night wind brought a dull sound of horses' hooves from afar.

"Nervous?" I said to my lieutenant, "just the two of us." ”

"Yes...... Dot!" the adjutant's voice drifted a little in the wind, "but...... I'm not afraid!"

"Remember," I patted him on the shoulder, "we are now the key, the key to victory!"

The adjutant nodded and said, "Sir, I understand! I'm glad you chose me to work with you." My name is Colt and I'm ready. ”

"Really, let's go!"

With a clamp on my horse's belly, I met a group of light cavalry rushing in the distance. Colter followed me closely.

I held the horse stiff in both hands, and slowly approached the oncoming team of horses at a slow pace. Colt had already unfurled a flag representing the identity of the infantry regiment in the wind, which we had found after we had breached the camp yesterday, and it had been planted on the watchtower. Unlike its previous owners, it is almost brand new.

We had approached a position where we could see each other very clearly, and it was a group of fifty or sixty light cavalry. Colt began to shake the flag in his hand in a special way, and the other party responded with the flag.

The two sides staggered by, and with the head of the horse, I made a big circle to the side of the officer who was leading the other side.

"Is it the avant-garde?" I asked aloud, "yes! from the camp?" the officer replied to me, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. Unlike my armor, his armor is earthy yellow, which is magic armor.

"Of course!" I lifted my face to gain more trust, "what's the situation?"

"It's all in the back," the officer raised his left hand and thumbs behind him, "it's been a troublesome and hard journey along the way!"

"Colter!" I nodded to the officer with an interested look on my face, and said to Corte, "You take a few brothers ahead of you." Report to the Chief. Let's just say that the brothers will be there soon. Get the camp ready for food and a place to rest!"

"Yes!" Cole nodded. With a dozen "brothers" hurried away.

We all stayed where we were and waited for the large force behind.

"Sir, there's not much to lose this time, is it?" I asked the officer in the magic armor.

"Don't mention it, it's a fucking decay!" he spat hard on the ground along the wind, "It's okay when I go in, but when I come back, I encounter a sneak attack from the untouchables, what winged people flying in the sky, sand people hidden in the sand!

"It's good to come back! it's good to come back!" I kindly comforted him, "Rest in the camp and make sure you will be alive and well in no time." ”

"You don't know!" he sighed as he removed his helmet, revealing his fleshy face, "General Khalik's temper...... Fortunately, we didn't come back empty-handed this time. ”

Do I know all this? or do I make a lot of money in silence?

Maybe it was because I thought of what happened after I went back, and no one spoke to the other party. In silence, time is slowly passing......

"They're here!" the officer said to me, pointing into the distance.

I followed his hand and saw a somewhat disorganized detachment of cavalry begin to appear in my eyes.

"It seems that the pursuers did not dare to cross the line to chase after them," the officer said with relief. "They're slowing down. ”

"We'd better go to the camp and get ready," I told him. "Just leave a few people to give them news. ”

How dare I stay? Although my acting skills are good, if I show my feet, it will be in vain.

"Good!" the officer, exhausted by fatigue, happily accepted my advice. Yes, who doesn't want to rest early after a long march?

It will give you a good rest, and you will rest forever. I say this in my heart.

**.“ Here we are! Here we are!" was Marfa guarding the gate of the camp, "Open the door!"

The group passed through the gate and was led by me to the stable. Outside the stable, there are more than a dozen rows of horse tie piles neatly arranged. Enough for the enemy to tie his horse, right? The cavalry dismounted...... Hehe, that's a feathered phoenix that's not as good as a chicken!

Besides, thousands of horses!

"How about going and see where to rest?" I said to the officer, having fastened my horse, "and food." ”

"Yes!" the officer's throat snorted, "go and see." ”

I took them to the other side of the camp and introduced him along the way.

"Look, this open space here is for you to stack your belongings, it's in the center of the camp, it's very safe! Over there, yes, that's where the soldiers eat, do you think there's enough space?"

"That's pretty much it. The officer replied to me.

"Ah! here we are," I led him to some of the big tents, "how about this is the officer's rest and dinner?

"I'll do the math...... the officer snapped his fingers while looking at the size of several tents, "there are more than seventy junior officers, more than twenty middle-level officers, plus four commanders leading the team...... Enough!"

"Enough is enough, enough is enough!" I said, my eyes glancing at Jack beside me, who trotted to Martin Luther with the number of enemy officers.

"Would you like to eat first?" I asked someone to bring a bowl of thick broth to the officer in magic armor, "Looks like you're starving." Take off your armor too!"

"Wait!" he shook his head stubbornly, "The chiefs haven't arrived yet, just give me some water." ”

I watched him gulp down his water, trying not to think about anything. Basically, this officer is not bad except for the difference in appearance. I couldn't bear not asking his name because ...... Murder, no matter what reason you have, often there is always something more in your heart afterwards, a feeling that can't be dispelled, I don't like it. But if you don't know the other person's name, maybe you can get rid of it earlier.

By the time he raised the bowl again, the enemy brigade had already begun to enter the camp gate.

"The chiefs are coming!" he said to me, putting down his bowl, "and we're going to meet you." ”

We trotted all the way to the commander who was guarded by a group of personal soldiers. (To be continued......)