The so-called "people's war", or guerrilla warfare, is an unconventional tactic that is unconventional and unconventional, and no one dares to say that it is the first in terms of who is the expert, and if the nomads of the Abu Sera steppes claim to be second. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They had been fighting this kind of battle with the Lamanites for centuries before the founding of the kingdom of Avenella, and the nomads' innate all-human warfare made them very handy with this - you never know if the steppe man in front of you was friend or foe, he or she might be smiling at you one moment and pulling out his weapon the next.

This unconventional pattern of warfare caught even the experienced Lamanites off guard - it was impossible for them not to cooperate with the locals when they were to pass through the Abu Sella and Kulsimu regions, but the inability to distinguish which of the steppe peoples, all dressed in similar costumes, were civilians and potential collaborators, and who were hostile fighters led to an unclear grasp of the situation. The Lamanites, who had chosen to kill the Abu Sera in retaliation after many losses, had completely torn their faces with the Absera, and the resulting war between the nomads and the inhabitants has not died down to this day - but let us get back to the original place.

In the final stages of the kingdom of Luoan, more than ninety percent of the territory had been reduced to the combined forces of Ottoro and the White Church, and they had used similar tactics more than twenty years ago, but the Luoan guerrillas, who had been cut off from their source of survival in the face of overwhelming superiority, were unable to come up with any tricks in the end - but this was not the same as the current scenario.

The northern army of Avennella had the initiative, and not only the Ottolo people, but even the coalition forces of the great nobles in the south did not have the home field advantage they had. The way of life that these Sivaliers had pursued for two centuries and which they had not intended to change in the slightest was a stumbling block for them, they did not speak Avenella, and the closer they were to the center of the kingdom, the more standard and noble the Sivalier language of these nobles and even their servants and sergeants. This led to a scene that seemed absurd to the Ottolos: brightly clad knights in bright armor and rich costumes danced in a pantomime attempt to convey their meaning to the local population, and when they finally gave up, they hired the maids of their mansions.

So when the southern coalition of Avenella came to command the militia of eighty or ninety thousand men that they had recruited from their respective territories, the process went as follows: first, the king and the Grand Dukes consulted and came to a conclusion, and then they forwarded the conclusion to the lower knights and knights, who brought in their butlers, for they did not bother to speak to the maids themselves, and the stewards handed them over to the maids, who translated them into Avenella and informed the militiamen.

The loss of information in the midst of a series of twists and turns, combined with the mispronunciation of the less educated servants in the transfer of the two languages, often led to an ordinary marching order such as "Follow the man on horse" to a strange order with the meaning of "follow the man to get horse meat", making the whole army of more than 100,000 men on parity with Edward seem to be as unsightly as a patchwork of crooked melons and cracked dates.

And all this became even more than after the Ottolos defeated the advance of the Northern Army, and the corpses and opponents all over the ground turned and fled, and if according to the Ottoros' idea, it would be better to be able to take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory, and kill and wound as much living force as possible. But as hoplites, they were far inferior to the cavalry in pursuit, and the knights of the Southern Alliance, after charging and killing the Northern army militia, who had long been overwhelmed by the Ottolo legion, were immediately attracted by the baggage they left behind, cheered and scattered in all directions to plunder the supplies as their own trophies.

"His Majesty the Emperor may have chosen the wrong person to help. "Having fought with the vanguard of the Northern Army before, and seeing the army that is a little immature, but still has a reliable order, unlike these guys," said one of Ottolo's heavy infantrymen. Although defeated by their own side, they respect these enemies more than their allies who are like bandit mercenaries. It's just that even if it is obvious to all, these soldiers who have been sharpened and trained to become the war machine of the empire will still obey the emperor's orders, even if their comrades fall, no matter how much the enemy deserves sympathy, they will not have the slightest soft-heartedness.

Time has passed, and in the blink of an eye, May is also coming to an end.

After only one victory, the self-confidence of the Southern Alliance, especially the knights, skyrocketed, and they had always complained about the fact that the Ottolo people had the command of the troops, and at this time they thought that their wings were hardened, and all kinds of problems were raised straightforwardly.

Even if these elite soldiers more or less realized that this was not good, but a slap could not be sounded, and in the face of these knights and nobles of the Southern Coalition who did not say anything at all and won a battle and turned their noses to the sky, in desperation, the commander of the legion could only order to act as a vanguard and pursue on foot, trying to completely defeat the Northern Army before it reorganized its formation and recuperated and returned.

And this decision cost them blood.

"La-" The bowstring tightened, and then an arrow was fired.

"Ding-" The well-made hem of the armor blocked it, and the arrow bounced off, and the soldier with the typical Yamagata steel helmet turned his head, and the second arrow shot straight at him with an orange fire.

Neila Forest, home of the Avenella natives. Everything they needed could be found in the forest, pine resin for burning, edible wild fruits, everything and everything.

"Bump-!" the arrow hit the weak part of the armor, although even the weak part could only cause minor injuries at most due to the lining of the cotton armor and could not go too deep, but the light hit and the orange light that he had just seen made the Otolo hoplite standing on the side of the team more vigilant, he quickly raised his shield to cover the direction of the arrow to avoid being attacked by the opponent for a third time, and at the same time lowered his body and turned his head to the side to glance at the place where he was hit.

Pine resin burns in the thick and stains the surface of the cotton armor.

"Danagio (damn it)—!" he uttered a loud shout, and the flames that spread out quickly ignited half of the upper body of the cotton armor and engulfed the entire soldier. More orange arrows came from that direction, the plate armor was able to withstand most of the arrows, but the cotton armor worn inside was flammable, this extremely deadly and cruel fire loss was reduced by the pine resin-soaked linen and bark fibers wrapped in the front half of the arrows, and due to the accuracy and a series of factors, many of them still failed to hit the target or went out when they came, but for those who did, when the flames spread through the highly flammable grease and began to burrow into the inside of the plate armor, Rao was a well-trained Ottolo elite infantryman, and can only wail in the face of the heat that all creatures fear, discarding the weapon in his hand and trying to remove the armor that is beginning to become hot on his body.

The half-body plate armor that could effectively protect them from enemy attacks was now reduced to a coffin made of steel. The cotton armor, which was easily ignited, simmered and spread rapidly under the plate armor, and the heat burned the skin on the soldiers' chests, who threw away their shields and spears and lay down and rolled on the dirt floor, but could not extinguish the flames below because of the breastplate, and those who tried to remove the armor caused a large amount of oxygen to pour in due to the violent movements, and the open flames drilled out in an instant, burning the whole person off a layer of skin.

"Don't let them run!" More than two hundred arrows were fired in a sneak attack, but only a dozen people were killed, and the careful formation of the Ottolo saved their lives, but it was only the beginning.

Under the guidance of the Absgunti, who were masters even among the steppe nomads, under the instruction of the experienced warriors of the steppe clans, such as Muhammad, under the precise strategic command of Edward and Lesky, and under the highly effective killing plan given by our Sage Sage, these guerrillas of the Northern Army of Avenella were lightly armed and formed into small, tight, and agile groups of about one hundred and fifty to two hundred men. They ambushed the Ottolos from all directions, like ghosts in the Nella Forest, hiding behind the bushes, on the top of the knoll, with the cold sound of the bowstrings loosening, followed by the screams of the proud hoplites of the Ottolos trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

"Damn, chase!"

Each of these attacks failed to completely defeat the professional Otolos, but the Northerners, who were far outnumbered by them, scattered in all directions, ambushed in small groups on almost every stretch of the road, and ran away after the battle, leaving the Ottolos exhausted - they encountered the first attack, abandoning their mortal and seriously wounded teammates to focus on the mission ahead, only to find that they had long since left. Continuing to follow the trail left by the other side, they encountered another wave of attacks on the side of the road, and the superiority in strength was fully spread out, so that the Northern Army could place ambushes on almost every stretch of the road.

The Ottolo are good at dividing into small groups that are suitable for maneuvering, so the Northern Army will send more groups to surround them from all directions. They ran away as soon as they had finished a wave, and if the Ottolos did not pursue, the archers in ambush from the other direction would attack again—if they stayed where they were, they would have to wait for their death, and if they pursued, they would have more troops along the way.

As the traces of the broken arrows on the shield and the scorched black of the flames grew, the Otolo elites, who could travel 30 kilometers on foot in heavy gear, began to gasp for breath.

Little by little, they were eaten away by the never-ending attacks of the Northern Army.

The advantage in numbers is like a good piece of steel being used on the blade.

The local militia of the Northern Army took turns to operate in small armies, and Ottolo's infantry lived up to the name of the elite, and they successfully pursued and killed many of these militiamen, but because the Northern Army was so scattered, it was only a small group that could be defeated at a time, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the huge total number of opponents.

As soon as they pursued, the people of the Northern Army immediately turned around and ran, without the slightest preparation for battle. They traveled lightly, wearing light clothing, carrying bows and arrows, and a small amount of supplies, while the Ottolo people's pride in their heavy infantry equipment, which was highly defended and could easily crush the enemy in a frontal assault, was a heavy drag on such long distances.

So they stopped more and more often, and once they did, the men of the Northern Army would be as sharp as wolves to locate them, attacking while they were resting, harassing them while they were stationed, and continuing to attack day after day, day after night.

This lasted for more than two weeks, and by the 15th of June, when the weather began to heat up and the armoured men were exerting themselves even more, the Ottolo were surprised to find that their entire force had completely lost contact with the Allied forces in the south of Avenella in the rear.

And the road where the sneak attackers of the Northern Army appeared in front became narrower and narrower, and in order to pursue them, the army of 10,000 men had drawn a long line.

Hit the trick!

By the time Ottolo's leaders realized this, it was already too late, and the Otolo heavy infantry forwards, who had gone too deep and stretched the line and lost their ability to defend themselves, were harvested by the melee fighters and knights of the Northern Army who had endured so far on their home field, and by the time the order to urgently return to the defense and regroup reached the scattered small legions, the Otolo heavy infantry of more than 10,000 people had already suffered more than 4,000 losses.

"Are those Confederate guys eating!" the angry legionnaire roared and scolded, the Northern Army left in an instant after attacking them without even collecting the spoils, they had no intention of staying to give the Ottolos a chance to fight back, and even the remaining six thousand people, more than a thousand of them were physically and mentally exhausted, and their shields and armor were badly damaged.

They were played.

In addition to the strategic intentions, there are also great problems with the logistical supply. Supplies from local farmers are becoming scarcer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and they are exhausted in heavy armor, but they have not been able to get enough supplies and recuperation. In the midst of their busy schedule, they have to collect berries and hunt prey for their own food, and in the process, they will continue to be attacked by the Northern Army - and even they are on the verge of collapse.

"Withdraw! No matter, retreat. "On 18 June, after more than half a month of pursuit, the Ottolos retreated from their formation, and when they reconnected with the Confederate forces, they found that they had been subjected to the same treatment when they had been separated from them.

The insatiable Ashbourne II and the knights under the command of the two Grand Dukes pulled all the material baggage left over by the entire Northern Army, and even the Northern Army with excellent command and better literacy would be dragged down by this, not to mention what kind of live target the Southern Coalition Army would become after bringing these.

Their losses were heavy, and the captured supplies were either recaptured or burned with fire, and the arrogant and confident knights who had been discouraged were now furious but could only fire at their own people.

"I really don't want to help them. The Otolo soldiers, who had worked hard to get back but saw this scene, threw the broken shield in their hands to the ground and let out such an exclamation.

And this war that does not belong to them.

It will continue. (To be continued.) )