"That's terrible, why were you and I chosen to follow this mission?" The complaints came from Captain Shurak Haas, who was attached to the Thirteenth Legion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Shhh Xiu Yunston tugged at his wingman's shirt.

Unfortunately, he stopped it too late, and March Landil took over the scout force of the Thirteenth Legion for a short time, less than a week. However, in this short period of time, he has established his prestige in his "one acre and three points of land".

"Captain Haas, do you look down on the mission of this special operations detachment?"

"Of course, as a man, at this time, you should stand on the opposite side of the enemy and kill yourself, and do some kind of sissy covert maneuver here...... Hmm...... Haas was about to say more, but was dragged back by Shuvinston covering his mouth.

"Sissy ......" anyone could see that the chief was already angry.

"You've only been sent to the headquarters as a herald, so be careful with your words and actions, Captain Haas!" March still suppressed his anger, which made him a little surprised, could it be that he was imperceptibly influenced by following someone for too long? However, in the end, he still dropped a sentence: "If Your Excellency does not know the so-called behavior again, I will reserve the right to appeal to the Legion Elder and request punishment." ”

"Alright, let's move on." March said to the rest of his men.

"Well, Kreyit, they must have already each other by now." Haas crouched to the side, unwillingly tearing off one straw tendon after another.

Haas's estimate was not wrong, and the First Army began to attack the positions of the Thirteenth Army an hour after breakfast. In the current situation, neither side has the so-called terrain advantage. For Chenna, the advantage is the slight precedence of the defender. The First Army had a slight advantage in numbers, but it can be said that this did not play a decisive role, and everything could only be judged after the start of the war.

Positional warfare is boring and tedious for many onlookers, but tedious and tense for both parties. This feeling of tension and boredom is not a good experience for any soldier, but if you relax a little in the process, then your side may end miserably.

The long-range firepower of the two sides is almost the same in terms of quantity, and there is no difference in quality. The heavy infantry of the 1st Army launched an attack when they were unable to completely suppress the opponent's bow fire.

The northern side of the 13th Army's position was protected by a small grove, from which they had cut down some trees to create some obstacles and place them in front of their own position, to delay the enemy's movements. However, this can play a very weak role in a purely infantry group confrontation.

When the sound of fierce shouts of killing wafted through the air for about 5 minutes, the infantry on both sides mixed together. Due to the lack of lethality of the "weapons" used, the bloody scenes that should normally occur did not appear, but because the lime powder raised by the mutual strikes floated all over the sky, and from the first glance, it was a foggy scene.

"It's really unbearable, no matter how you look at it, it feels like a street brawl scene." Frank Shaw said as he watched from the sidelines of the battlefield that because it was a positional battle and Her Majesty was not there, the three senior officers moved the viewing platform here on their own initiative. There's no need to bother, one person and one horse are fine.

"It will definitely not be a problem for them to come to a real fight, but it is indeed difficult for the soldiers to shrink back like this." His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief commented.

"I think maybe we should get the troops used to the exercise, otherwise we will suffer more losses on the battlefield. While veterans always have to go through a baptism of blood, it's always good to have some more people who pass the trial. Huo Lin knows this very well. In last year's war with Iberia, although nearly seventy percent of the Third Army's men were actually fighting for the first time, thanks to Sogrand's proper training in five years, the number of people who were able to pass the first combat test was much higher than before, especially Jack Fleet's 7th Division. The recruits who were added later, although led by two excellent commanders, had a significantly higher rate of battle losses in the defensive battle of Gresden than in Karan two months earlier.

In contrast to the casual leisure of the spectators, the commander of the First Legion, Oiffi Santro, watched with some anxiety as his men fought with their opponents in front. His brow furrowed, his jaw moving eagerly. After a short while, he turned his face sideways and spat out a mouthful of filth, followed by a fresh tobacco leaf. Almost everyone knows about this little fetish of Admiral Santero.

"Herald!" With a snap of his fingers, Oiffi summoned a young herald from behind him, and the Legion Commander whispered a few words in his ear, then patted him on the shoulder and sent him away.

Also 5 minutes later, China received a report from her herald on the opposite position: "Commander, the other side's hussars have launched a surprise attack on our flank, and the total strength of the 1st and 7th regiments is more than 4,000 in total. ”

China rubbed the ends of her hair, and after a pause, ordered: "Let General Griblane lead the 32nd Division to meet the attack, go all out, and don't have any scruples." ”

Once the cavalry's flank assault is successful, it will form a devastating semi-encirclement posture against the infantry formation in the center. Although this is an iron law that has been proven countless times on the battlefield, it is a pity that countless troop leaders and bystanders in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, have ignored it. Therefore, the person who discovers or attaches importance to this law becomes a famous general, or only a famous general can find out the law of the battlefield.

In this situation, the two sides can only rely entirely on the strength of their own cavalry. Although the 32nd Division actually appeared at 10 o'clock in the opponent's direction, the hussars of the 1st Army were not Mastar heavy lancers, and it was easy for them to turn around at this distance.

The 1st and 7th regiments were repaired quite miserably by the other side a few nights ago, so they came almost with a breath of relief today, just waiting for such a battle with the other party's hussars. Now that the opportunity has come, of course, it is impossible for them to retreat, and this assault was personally led by Hans Schell, the commander of the 2nd Division, so they must not lose face.

Sure enough, as soon as the two sides met, the boys of the First Legion showed their due momentum. The center of the formation of the 32nd Division was split by them alive. Gribland was still slightly inferior to Schell, and the opposing defenders almost immediately came up from behind to form a W-shape to wrap Gribland's vanguard in a double sandwich.

"3rd Squadron, pass to the left, line up - open bow - shoot." Grossling was in charge of serving as the midship-apprentice commander of the archer squadron today, but fortunately it was him, and the embarrassment of his own cavalry had to be resolved by the infantry.

The hussars of the 1st Legion, having lost some of their men, had to abandon their original attempts and concentrate on continuing to divide and eat the enemy on their right. The two men soon mingled together, and by well-trained instinct, the hussars threw away their spears and struck each other with clubs instead of sabers.

Fifteen minutes later, the Praetorian cavalry, who was in charge of recording on one side, wrote a few short words in charcoal pen on parchment: "Cavalry, flanks, assault, XIII, routed." ”

"Report to the Legionnaire Commander, Lord Scheer has routed Lord Grebland's hussars and is continuing to outflank the opposing side."

"Great!" Oyifi couldn't help but scream.

The staff of this formation congratulated the commander of the regiment one after another, and although Oyifi was smiling, he still said modestly: "The other side is still a new army, and we can win a small victory, and a small victory is enough." ”

Almost at the same time, Chyna also received a report that her hussars had been routed, and that Gribland and Kreit had been put on the "dead list". The herald watched worriedly at his Legionnaire's fair, smooth forehead wrinkled a few times, and then exhaled softly from her pink lips.

"Pass the order to Captain Ispar, it's time for him to behave, and order the adjacent units to be responsible for containing the remnants of the 32nd Division."

As Chinna's order was passed down, Sauer and Yeft, who had remained on the viewing platform, finally waited for someone who should have been here long ago—our dear Prime Minister. When Saulgrande and Her Majesty the Queen walked in, the two high-ranking officials of the Praetorian Guard were munching on bread while reading the battle report that had just been delivered.

"Your Majesty, Lord Leus."

"You don't need to be polite."

"How's it going, what's the battle?" Saugland asked, sitting down.

"This is something that has just been delivered, please take a look at it, Your Majesty." Sauer presented the report with both hands.

Margaret took it and just glanced at it, then handed the parchment to Sogrend, "Why just the two of you, and the others?" ”

Admiral Xiao said that it was a positional battle anyway, and it was better to ride directly to the side to see it more intuitively. The other two also thought it was a good idea, so they both took their guards to the scene. Yeft answered the Queen's question.

Margaret nodded, indicating that she knew about it. She looked over to her prime minister, and although she had only glanced at the report just now, she saw the news that the hussars of the Thirteenth Legion had been routed on the flank. So the queen sent the report directly to Sogland, hoping that he would have known about the situation sooner. However, now that she observed, the Prime Minister did not seem to be worried about his fiancée at all.

"Lord Luce, how was the process of receiving guests today, I heard that the other party's young lady is also a beauty." Sauer went straight to the point and went straight to the topic he was interested in.

"Heard? I don't know who you're listening to that. Thorgrande put away the parchment and asked rhetorically with a smile.

"You still need to listen to it, just look at Larson's nymphomaniac look when I drank last night." Sauer had a "this is the obvious" look on his face.

"That's good, General Larson has to spare an hour or two every day to go to Miss Rabelais to tutor mainland Mandarin, so you should take more care of your duties." Thorgrande patted the other man on the shoulder.

"That...... Lord Leus, I don't think my mainland Mandarin is very good......"

"Don't worry, Lord Sauer, if you have this desire to study, I think I can also spare a little time."

"Uh...... I think that for such a small problem as learning the mainland official language, I also have to trouble the busy Prime Minister, and I am really too worried about it. ”

"No, no trouble, I'd be happy to help you improve your literacy." Now Margaret felt how Thorgrande's smile looked like a sharp knife.

"Alright, alright, since the commander-in-chief and the two legion elders have gone to the scene, let's go too." The young queen reached out and pulled a hand at the prefect of the Praetorian Guard.

"As you wish, my majesty." The three courtiers gave up their private pastime and replied respectfully.

By the time the herald brought Ispar's orders to the Legion Commander, the young rookie commander already knew exactly what he was going to do. In fact, it should be said that from the time he was first instructed to lead his troops to be here, Ispar knew what China meant. Therefore, when he saw that the formation of his hussars had been basically broken, he had already ordered his soldiers to start preparing.

Hans Schell watched as the remnants of his opponent's forces retreated in disarray, seeking refuge in their infantry formations. Although the taciturn general was proud of his men at the moment, he had to admit that the 13th Army had done a good job in cleaning up the aftermath. The actual casualty ratio between the two sides was about two to three, and if they hadn't quickly "killed" the opposing commander, Gribrand, and his replacement, Kreitt, they would have been entangled for a while.

"Go ahead, let's go around behind them."

The hussars of the First Legion let out a shout of victory and continued to charge. Scheer's control of the cavalry movement was remarkable, and the formation, which had been scattered by the scuffle, had largely recovered after a short march of 20 fads.

"Sir, they're coming towards us."

"I see," Ispar replied to the soldier's words somewhat roughly, clenching his fists, actually nervous, "ready to fight, and do what I command." "In the face of the cavalry coming from the front, if the commander of the infantry shows the slightest panic, then its formation will probably break up quickly.

"Divisional commander, there is an opposing infantry position in front."

"Is it a pikeman?"

"No, I don't see a spear."

"That should be Admiral Lanfonte's reserve left behind, don't worry, let's just break them up."

"Yes."

"Assault the whole army and crush them." Scheer shouted.

"Sir, they're starting to pick up speed."

"I see, prepare." Ispar raised his hand.

The hussars of the First Legion were getting closer and closer, 20 fatz, 15 fatz......

"Begin, raise your spear!" Ispar waved his hand and ordered.

At this command, the soldiers quickly picked up their spears from the ground, and the shield-bearers, who had been hiding inside, rushed to the front.

"Oops!" Scheer saw the magic of the spear forest and knew that he was going to be planted today.

With the neighing of horses, the hussars who rushed to the front were stabbed off their horses. The impact was so severe that some people estimated that they had broken their ribs, and even if they didn't hurt their bones, they couldn't get rid of the pain for a while.

"Everyone, they don't have anything to fear." Ispar said, first rushing forward with his stick in hand.

"Retreat! Fall back! Scheer could only give this order, and if he continued to entangle, he might be surrounded by the other squadrons of the Thirteenth Army that came up later. The hussars, who were still able to control their horses, immediately turned their mounts with great difficulty and ran towards the rear.

However, since it is a trap that has been prepared for a long time, of course, it is impossible to let the opponent go so easily. Scheer's hussars were under heavy fire from the archers who had already turned around as they retreated, and they probably lost a lot of men. But this was not a big problem, the most fatal thing was that the remnants of the hussars of the 32nd Division, after regrouping, rammed again from their flanks. Scheer almost lost half of the remaining men.

"Lord Santro, Lord Sher was blocked by the opposing pikemen on the right flank, and is currently in defeat."

"What?!" Oyifi was obviously surprised, but he immediately regained his composure, "Let the 10th Regiment go up to meet them, don't do anything superfluous, just cover the reception, understand?" "I thought it was too easy, and Gina designed a trap for me to drill.

"Legion Chief, the 10th Regiment of the other side is coming up again."

"You guys slow down a little bit, don't let the people of the First Legion be condemned 'dead' so quickly." This time, China left her camp and personally led the hussars to intercept the opponent.

"Lord Scheer!" The commander of the 10th regiment shouted out to his commander.

"I'm here." The division commander of the 2nd Division replied weakly.

"The subordinate has been ordered to cover your retreat."

"It's wonderful."

"Lord Scheer, since reinforcements are coming, why don't we kill them again, you see that our people are still resisting." This was the statement of the commander of the 7th Regiment, because of the reasons a few days ago, he was not willing to be defeated and retreated.

"I'm sorry, but the Legion Elder only ordered us to cover your retreat."

"What do you mean?"

"That is, this is the end of it, the corps commander does not want any more undue losses." Scheer answered for the commander of the 10th regiment.

"But our people are still ......"

"That could be another trap for Miss Lanfonte, have you ever thought of it?"

"It's really unwilling."