April 12, 345 Gregorian Calendar, Mastar, Regina. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your Majesty, hold on, hard, hard!" Atalanta encouraged as she wiped the sweat from her face mixed with tears as she wiped it away.

"Your Majesty, breathe as deeply as you can, so that you can use up your strength." The female doctor in charge of the delivery said.

Sigrani gasped heavily, sweat had completely soaked her clothes several times, and even the sheets had been changed once. Atalanta and Cosette kept wiping her body and fed her water several times as instructed by the doctor. The premature birth and the fact that Sigrani was giving birth for the first time caused great difficulties for the doctor and herself.

Another reason was that the many imperial physicians waiting outside the door were like great enemies, and according to them, Her Majesty the Empress and Archduke Fields had not been married for too long. In addition, the Empress has always been secretive about how to conceive, and doctors can only rely on their own guesses to determine the time, so their estimate of the time of pregnancy has a certain deviation from the reality, and in their opinion, the problem is much more serious.

"I've seen him, Your Majesty, hold on."

"Okay...... Yes...... Ah......h

This is Sogrande's child, and I'm going to give birth to him anyway. I don't know what he will look like, maybe he will have the same beautiful purple eyes and angular features as his father. It would be better if there was a little bit of resemblance to me, as if I were fused with Sogrande. Does Thorge like boys or girls? I've never asked him this question, I don't know how he will answer, I think I like it.

"Ahh

At the same time, the battle outside the city of Reggina has also entered a very critical moment. Originally, after watching his army's efforts in the morning being eroded by the opponent's reserves almost instantly, Marquis Rossi was somewhat disheartened. So he did not hesitate and gave the order to retreat and prepare to call the soldiers for lunch.

In the execution of the order, the southerners themselves did not make any mistakes worthy of accountability, but the battlefield is an interactive environment. Just because you're not making a mistake doesn't mean you're invulnerable.

Just as the attacking forces were still half within range of the defenders, the defenders' trebuchets, which had been silent all morning, launched a continuous massive attack on them, with intensity and density that could be described as a heavy rain of stones. The phalanx army in charge of the broken rear hurriedly lined up the shield array, and some large stones directly crushed a few soldiers who were a little slower to react into flesh, while other smaller stones played a "bang dong dong" sound on the skin of the iris shield.

Since the long-range firepower that the Central Army had retained throughout the morning suddenly poured in on the retreating enemy in a short period of time, the troops responsible for the breakdown were completely suppressed by its massive blows. Although it seemed to the commanders of the first line that there was nothing that could not be reached, and it was impossible for the Central Army to maintain such a scale of fire for too long, behind them, the problem was exposed. Hardly any of the light infantry, who had not received much military training, and their inexperienced commanders, noticed that the troops of the second line had distanced themselves too far from the troops of the first line, and many were simply walking back in their hearts, hungry for food and water in the camp. They could not actually be blamed for this, because at this time, even the Marquis of Rossi, who was personally in command, had already returned to his makeshift tent at the front line and began to enjoy lunch.

The commander of the Southern Army, who remained at his post, felt a chill on his back when he noticed a new flag appearing at ten o'clock northwest of his side—a shield with a temple motif—and the Knights Templar had been dispatched.

"O of you who have guarded the glory of Phobos Apollo, now is the time to punish the arrogant who dare to challenge the agents of the gods on earth, and the chariot of the sun god will guide us in the direction of our advance, and the whole army will assault!" If Hayes had been there, he would have been surprised how his best friend could speak such a sensual rhetoric so smoothly. But Redknapp's face was very serious, and he said in his heart: Bavar, if you release my pigeons, then wait for Miss Gautier to blow them off.

And a few minutes ago in the city of Regina, Hayes was also mobilizing before the battle, "Ladies and gentlemen of the Central Army, I know that you have been complaining that the knights of the glorious Central Army should not always be behind the city walls. Wait a minute, we'll have a chance to go out and teach those Southerners a lesson. Let me tell you the news beforehand: Her Majesty is giving birth. If you want to know if it's a princess or a prince, then you'll have to fuck me back alive. That's it, get ready to strike! Then the cheers of the knights drowned out the "rattling" sound of the winch that controlled the gates.

The Marquis of Rossi, who had just finished the soup, obviously did not have a chance to leisurely settle the main course of today's lunch, and the successive reports made him flustered. The first was the front line, where the Templars' 5,000 heavy cavalry had been inserted like sharp knives into the retreating Southern Army, splitting the phalanx army on the first line and the light infantry on the second line. And the first-line troops, after being suppressed by the opponent's long-range firepower, just wanted to put their shields down, when they saw the city gate of Regina open, and the black heavy armored lancers of the Central Army rushed out of the city with great momentum.

The southerners could not fight back immediately, because their second-line infantry did not have any anti-cavalry weapons at all, and it would be undoubtedly fatal to drive the already exhausted light infantry forward to engage at this moment. And most of the phalanx army, which has the most complete anti-cavalry weapons and equipment, has been outflanked by the other side, which is simply devastating for the heavy infantry.

"All squads are in a circle in all directions! All teams are in a circle in all directions! The Phalanx commander shouted hoarsely. It should be said that the phalanx army of the Mastars is worthy of being the strongest infantry on the mainland, and although the Templars have disrupted the formation from the back and flanks, there are still about forty percent of the squads that have managed to form a circle.

"Ignore those turtle shells and deal with the scattered guys!" Hayes and Redknapp gave such an order almost simultaneously.

"Pass my order, all the dragon knights in the city, each with a heavy crossbowman, all of them are dispatched, cooperate with Lord Hayes, and be sure to annihilate the opponent's phalanx army." Leon, who was standing at the head of the city, gave the order very decisively, "In addition, send a pikemen brigade of the 7th Wing and attack with oil tanks (*)." ”

The dragon knights and the pikemen who played the role of grenadiers immediately set out, and the dragon knights of the two squadrons (36 men) took advantage of the heavy crossbows to kill the soldiers who had gaps in the defense of the small circle one by one. Since it has been separated from its own archers and other light infantry, the phalanx army is completely in a position of being beaten passively, and even some lone soldiers will be killed by the opponent with dragon spears. But even so, none of the small circles gave up the opportunity to rescue the lone friendly army. As soon as it sees that conditions are available, it will quickly open the formation and bring scattered allies into the formation.

"What are you doing, why don't you organize a counterattack, ah?" Marquis Rossi threw down his lunch and hurried back to the front to question the officers who had stayed behind.

"Lord Marquis, we don't have enough knight-killing guns, and the rest of the weapons are in the camp in the rear, except for the phalanx army in front. Because it was a siege battle, not a single unit received these things. One of the staff members explained.

"Then don't send someone to the camp to send it now!" Marquis Rossi roared, born an Imperial nobleman, and he also knew what the loss of the Phalanx Army meant to a Mastar army.

However, the sudden intrusion of a herald almost put him in a desperate situation, "Report to the Marquis, the rear camp has been attacked by the Templars, and the other side has already attacked the camp. ”

"What!"

It turned out that Redknapp had mobilized a total of about 12,000 troops this time, of which the actual Knights Templar had about eight or nine thousand, and the rest were the private armies of some local nobles along the way. Redknapp used a half-frightened and half-trick approach to recruit some 4,000 mercenaries into his reinforcements, and now split the team in two, with 6,000 Templars under his own command appearing in front of the enemy. The other two captains led the rest of the men along the Mose River to the flank of the opposing camp, and then launched a surprise attack on the enemy camp that should not have a general in charge after the counterattack began.

"Lord Marquis, Lord Marquis, what shall we do now?" The staff asked.

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Marquis Rossi roared at his subordinates, then paced back and forth a few steps, looked up at the front line, and saw that his own phalanx army was struggling to support the opponent's air-ground attack.

"Berlusconi!" Marquis Rossi felt that he had to make a decision, and that even the worst decision was better than inaction.

"What do you command?"

"You are my cronies and one of my most capable generals here, and in the face of such a terrible situation, I can only rely on your ability. Bring your men up for reinforcements, and although I am now giving a very layman's order, I don't think even experts in this field can find a better way here. This is because experts are always prepared in advance to avoid such situations. Alright, let's strike right away. The Marquis patted his shoulder under the belly of the heart and sighed.

"It will live up to your expectations." Berlusconi bowed solemnly and went down.

Just before Marquis Rossi made his decision, the infantry of the Central Army had already reached their positions, and they calmly threw the lit oil canisters into the opponent's small circle. At first, it was estimated that due to inexperience, the tanks were used in a scattered manner, after all, the Mastarians rarely had the opportunity to encounter a heavy infantry group of such a level. One or two oil canisters obviously had little effect on the circle of more than a dozen heavily armored infantrymen, and most of them were quickly trampled by the other side, and even the occasional ones were ignored because they did not have much effect on the heavily armored soldiers.

Later, Hayes noticed this situation and immediately ordered the concentrated use of incendiary materials. Immediately, as few as a dozen or as many as dozens* were thrown into a single circle, and soon many of them collapsed. And as soon as a circle collapsed, the soldiers of the phalanx, covered in fire, ran out. The heavy cavalry, which had been wandering around for a long time, swarmed up and tore each other to pieces like predators on the steppe that had been watching the wildebeest colony for a long time.

"Units merge formations!" The commander of the phalanx army saw this situation and gave such an order.

Several small circles close to each other quickly merged into large circles in the gap between the opposing attacks, and it seemed reasonable that the Mastars had always been proud of their phalanx army. Once there are more people, the threat of incendiary attacks will decrease a lot, but the dragon knights hovering in the air will have more chances.

The reason why the besieged phalanx army was able to merge their formations at a certain point was due to the light cavalry led by Berlusconi. The light cavalry of the southerners was like a fearless hound, and it bit the heavy cavalry as strong as a lion.

The two sides soon fell into a burrowing battle, and the light cavalry abandoned their own mobility advantage and insisted on tearing a gap in the opponent's strengths. While critics can easily criticize such a stupid act, it is a no-brainer for the parties involved. Berlusconi's men also had no decent anti-heavy cavalry weapons, and they had to rely on their fairly good skills and relatively dexterous body to maneuver with each other. But to replace a knight on the other side, the southerners still need to spend two or three people.

"Lord Marquis, the archers can also provide some support, so that they can attack the rear of the opponent." Someone suggested.

"What about the droppers?"

"The thrower is out of ammunition, and the archers don't have a lot of arrows left."

"Wait, since there aren't many things, then we have to wait until the critical moment to use them." Unbeknownst to the Marquis of Rossi, he also happened to have made the right decision.

Just like the stalemate on the battlefield, this is also the case in a room in the city of Regina. Sigrani's condition can be said to have made the doctors fearful, I don't know what the reason is, the fetus is in an improper position. More than ten minutes ago, the female doctor in charge of delivering the baby in the room decisively re-stuffed the baby that came out first, and if she did not do this, the child and the mother would be in great danger. The situation was then reported to the doctors who were consulting outside the house, and the frustrated doctors immediately discussed it. They came up with a solution on the spot with rare efficiency, and then called the female physician out to teach the opportune while instructing the servants to prepare the medicinal soup.

Sigrani was close to collapse, and she had a vague feeling that the baby was about to be born, but then the female doctor's action of putting the fetus back in* caused her to fall into a brief coma. When she slowly woke up, the first time she saw Atalanta's anxious face was to ask, "How is the child?" I felt as if I had already given birth to him. ”

"Not yet, Your Majesty," replied Atalanta, wiping her sweat in distress, "something is wrong, don't worry, the doctors already know what to do." ”

"Really?" Sigrani said with a slight disappointment as she looked at her still bulging abdomen.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, drink something, or you'll be tired."

Sigrani didn't even have the strength to move her fingers, but she tried to swallow the honey water that Atalanta had poured into her mouth. After only two sips, the female doctor who had decided on the plan returned to the room .......

Outside the city, both Hayes and Redknapp felt they should be on the verge of victory. Each time Leon sent his reserves in time, the southerners' attempts to bring back their own Phalanx army suffered failure after failure. Marquis Rossi's staff were frightened, because they also learned that their promise had also been raided by the other party, and until now there was no second herald from the large battalion. At this time, the Marquis, who usually knew nothing about military affairs, was the calmest, perhaps because he felt that the situation could not be worse than now, or he realized that he could only trust the veteran who remained in the camp, Count Ancelotti.

Berlusconi's light cavalry has lost about a thousand men in its position so far, and as we said earlier, he is not a stupid commander, and he has lost a quarter of his men and horses at the moment, and as a rule, he is no longer able to effectively carry out the initial attempt. If you choose to retreat at this time, you will certainly have to bear the wrath of the marquis, but it is undoubtedly the right choice tactically. Berlusconi thought so, and the herald beside him watched as his boss hesitated in mid-air with the gesture to order retreat, and did not wave it yet.

Berlusconi's hesitation eventually became one of the factors that succeeded in saving the remnants of the Phalanx, and the long-awaited second herald of the battalion appeared to the front-line staff.

"How's it going?" Marquis Rossi asked.

"Report to the Marquis, the enemy's sneak attack on us was expected by Count Ancelotti, and now the Count has dealt a heavy blow to the invading enemy. I heard that the front line was in an emergency, and I was rushing over with supporting troops. The Earl had to tell the Lord that he must maintain the current situation of the battle and not let it deteriorate. ”

"I know, in return, Lord Earl, for the efforts he has done for us." The Marquis sent the herald, and turned back to ask, "Gentlemen, you have all heard, what good advice can your calm minds give me now?" ”

"Lord Marquis, we should now immediately let the archers use the remaining bows and arrows to support the front, give confidence to our personnel, and boost their morale."

"Okay, let's do it."