When an army behaves fearlessly, they are intimidating; When an army can only show fearlessness, it is easy to incur the hatred and disgust of its opponents; An army will be awe-inspiring when it is both fearless and rational and restrained. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

On August 25, 348 A.D., in a small village 65 fats away from Parelo, the biggest battle of the year between Pharynsi and Mastar was brewing.

Joan Curran's squadron moved not in time, and half an hour after defeating the Marstar pikemen's brigade, they set out from the original village and moved southeast along the road. During this time, the squadron also crossed the woods several times to avoid possible head-on reinforcements. However, it turned out that they could only be counted as unlucky. After moving less than 5 fathoma in a straight line to the southeast, they ran into another Mastar army. This time the opponents were clearly well-trained and prepared, and they were actually building a supply base, so some improvised fortifications had been built.

Joan and his comrades launched a charge, but because of the preparation of the other side, after a fierce battle, the Falencians had to endure the heavy cost of losing 58 men and retreated from their attacking positions.

When their attack failed, Captain Curran realized that his position had been exposed. With the help of the Dragoons, the Mastar Light Cavalry was able to quickly locate their range of movement and then concentrate their superior forces to encircle them. Therefore, he chose to retreat in the opposite direction.

In the hours before sunset, the Mastars quickly gathered about three large groups to encircle the small hussar squadron. The Pharisees were in an unusually passive situation, and although they did not actually make contact with the round-up force of Mastar, everyone knew that the slightest mistake would kill the entire squadron.

Perhaps ironically, the desperate Falencians were finally forced back to the village from which they had set out.

Mastar could have tasted victory here, but unfortunately the other party also has a powerful reconnaissance system. In just a few hours, the village was reinforced by a squadron of light infantry, which included 350 light infantry and 180 archers. The Mastar hussars discovered this fact after losing about 30 cavalry. They didn't know exactly how many archers were hidden in the village, and even if they had an advantage in numbers, it would be worth the loss to attack rashly.

By the end of the night, the battle had alarmed the senior commanders of each side.

General Frick Mercedes, division commander of the 23rd Division in Falency, he was different from his two predecessors. Compared to Wolf Cafallo, Mercedes is clearly of the more sane type; And compared to Saugland, Mercedes is far less creative.

For the 33-year-old general, it was not an unattainable dream to seek more merit in order to become one of the four corps commander vacancies. Before him, there had been too many Junior Legionnaires in Farensi, his predecessor had become a Legion Commander at the age of 20, and his current boss was five years younger than him. As we have mentioned many times before, the officers of the Young Zhuang faction will never miss any opportunity to make a contribution. At the same time, we should note that Mercedes is not the kind of general who has no calculations.

Now, the dragon knight's report reached his ears. The strength of the three brigades on the Mastar side broke out in pursuit of a squadron of hussars under his command, and was exposed to the public. Moreover, the other party happened to be glucked by his own subordinates. If their own division can attack quickly and inflict heavy damage on this enemy, the honor of the first victory in the first battle cannot be ignored no matter what. On their side, they have a three-to-one advantage in troops.

When the Farensi made up their minds, the Mastar side was not far behind. Baron Ferran Damoah Duville, a veteran general of the Northern Army of Mastar, whom we all are all familiar with. Two wings of his Third Regiment were assigned to monitor the Iva Fortress, so now he had only 30,000 troops at his disposal. This made His Excellency the Baron quite angry, and during the civil war a few years ago, he had suffered a miserable failure in his disguise mission, but he had also been highly meritorious in the past, and the Count of Reims held him in high esteem. Now that half of his troops had been transferred, he was in a position that was not embarrassing, which obviously did not satisfy Baron Deville.

He had already learned of the contact between his men and the Pharians, and the reason why Mastar did not retreat immediately after the attack was thwarted was that the baron hoped that he would be able to attract an enemy of sufficient weight to add to his exploits. Therefore, upon learning of this news, Baron Duville immediately mobilized the forces of the only two wings he had in his hands and quietly moved in that direction.

After withstanding several attacks by the Mastars in the night, Joan ushered in the dawn of August 26. However, in the light of what he has observed, the current situation is by no means optimistic. The Mastarians were gathering much faster than their own.

"Look, Lord Curran!" The soldier in charge of the lookout suddenly shouted.

Jo Ann rubbed her eyes and struggled to save herself from the Sandman. He looked in the direction the soldier had indicated, and the situation before him almost made him despair. To the northeast, the Mastar phalanx, clad in the glow cast by the rising sun, was arraying for an attack.

Joan had no hoplites on his hands and no Zigner longbowmen. If you want to deal with this group of more than 100 phalanx troops, the only way to neutralize the opponent's advantage is to put them into the village and fight in the street on the building. However, once the enemy breaks into the village, it will be even more difficult to drive out the outnumbered enemy.

"Phalanx, advance!"

With such an order, 100 Mastar Orthodox troops marched in order, formed a defensive tortoise formation, and attacked the Pharians' position. Behind them, double the number of pikemen, cats hunched on.

"Do you want to shoot?" The captain of the light infantry squadron, who was also on the battlefield, asked.

"No, wait a minute, it is unlikely that we will be able to penetrate the defenses of the phalanx army on the one hand, and there are not many arrows on the other." Jo Ann replied.

"Then, when the distance is closed, we will use the projectile, hoping to take out more pikemen from behind."

"That's all I can do."

The Mastar phalanx army attacked the Pharians along the road through the village, and they were well trained and well defended. Behind them, pikemen cautiously followed, and some light infantry temporarily abandoned their spears and mingled with the ranks instead of daggers.

The Falencians built improvised barricades in the middle of the road, with archers and light infantry hiding behind. Seeing the Mastars approaching their positions step by step, the soldiers couldn't help but get nervous. Not due to timidity, but they did not have much experience in how to fight the enemy's phalanx army. Humans have always been deeply wary of the unknown.

When the Mastars were at the right distance, the Pharian archers began to shoot arrows at them, of course, in the form of calculated projectiles. The pikemen who followed behind the phalanx army did not have the slightest defensive equipment, so they suffered heavy losses in the first round of firing. With screams one after another, people continued to fall in the ranks.

But the centurion of the phalanx soon realized this, and he ordered the phalanx in the center and rear to disperse their formation a little, so that the lightly armed comrades could hide in their formation and obtain adequate protection. The Mastars quickly completed this tactical move, although at the same time the entire phalanx was loosely formed, but even then their defenses were enough to overwhelm the Pharisees. Sure enough, in the next few volleys, the Falencians could only hear the "bang" of arrows hitting the skin of their shields.

"Prepare for a white-knuckle fight!" Joan clutched the hilt of her saber tightly and said to her subordinates.

The horses of the hussars had been pulled into the chamber to avoid unnecessary losses in the engagement, and now the cavalry, like their light infantry comrades, would have to rely on sabers and axes to fight each other with their feet on the ground.

Just as the Pharisees, hidden behind barricades and houses, were about to leap out and engage in a desperate fight, the sound of the Mastar's retreating trumpets was heard in the distance. At the same time, the Falencians also heard another familiar trumpet, the order of the Phalensi army to attack.

The Mastar phalanx that had entered the village was now in a dilemma, and there must have been a reason why they had been ordered to retreat, but now their formation was mixed with other light infantry. If they were the only ones, they would have easily retreated from the Phariseans with their armor and shields. But now, if you want to drive out the friendly forces that have taken refuge in your shelter so that you can survive, I am afraid that it will be very difficult both morally and practically.

"Up!" Jo Ann gave a very succinct order.

The Pharisees leapt out of their hiding places and surrounded them. Their aim is not to rely on themselves to clean up their opponents, but to be able to delay them. After all, if you can eliminate one of the opponent's phalanx centurions, then it will be of great benefit to your own side, both in terms of morale and tactics.

"Assault, if you don't want to die here!" The Mastars made their choice at this moment, and the phalanx dispersed the formation, so that even if the rest of the pikemen and light infantry were unwilling, they would have to fight the Pharisees. The Mastar Phalanx were indeed well-trained, and a sudden burst of their spike barely lost its purpose. After stabbing the enemy, they immediately abandoned their spears and shields, drew their short swords and continued to kill. Although the Pharisens did not have any warning of such a choice from the enemy, they were warriors who were good at this situation after all, so it was naturally not so easy to fall behind.

In reality, the situation was a little worse for the Mastarns, who had discovered new reinforcements from the Fallensi, and this time it was no longer a small fight. A whole division of the Farensi Army was rushing towards the village, to be precise, they had already entered the battlefield. At this moment, the Mastar army was still 3 miles away.

The white-knuckle combat in the village is bloody and brutal, and the soldiers use their weapons to try to put the enemy in front of them to death. This is especially true for the Mastar, who have given up any means of defense and are desperate to fight their way out. With their daggers in hand, they lunge at the Pharians, hoping to cut or puncture the great arteries in their necks in the shortest possible time. And the Pharians naturally did not have the slightest pity for them, and they either split each other's skulls with their tomahawks at the first opportunity; Or stab one of their comrades when the Mastars have just killed them.

Nor did the Mastar side seem to have any intention of saving their allies, leaving the 300-strong detachment that had broken into the enemy position to fend for itself. Without backup, the Farencians would not have to worry about the Mastars at all.

By the time the Mercedes' home entered the village, the Pharians had already finished the bloody battle. There were few survivors of the more than 300 Mastar soldiers, and at least 100 of the Phalanx were killed. The casualties on the side of the Pharansi are not to be understated. Counting the losses of last night, the hussars under Joan had lost forty percent, and the total of the two squadrons had 312 dead and 79 wounded.

"Gather those two lieutenants before me." This was the first order given by General Mercedes after entering the village.

A few minutes later, two commanders on the front line met their superiors.

"Gentlemen, I have to pay tribute to you." Mercedes said straight to the point.

"It's nothing, sir." Jo Ann replied.

"I haven't asked for their names yet, although it's a bit of a remiss to say so."

"Captain JoAnn Curran, willing to serve you."

"Where are you from?" Mercedes had the impression that "Curran" was not a French surname.

"Xia Guan is fortunate to be a fellow villager with the prime minister of the dynasty."

"Nasibis......" Mercedes shook his body and turned to the other, "So, what about you?" ”

"The subordinate is Captain Fabio Kopna, and I'm from Parello."

"It's wonderful," Mercedes laughed, "the three of us have gathered the three nations that make up this country, so let's ask you two to work together with me." ”

"Willing to serve."

"Alright, Captain Curran, Captain Kopna, do you know how big the basket you poked this time?" Mercedes was still smiling, and the two officers could see that the officer was in a good mood, otherwise he would not have used such a light-hearted joke.

"The next official is unknown."

"We and the Mastarians have been hiding in this vicinity for several days, and it is clear that His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief intends to drag them out until they reveal a large enough flaw, or to withdraw their troops when the Mastars feel that they have nothing to gain. All in all, I just don't want us to have a face-to-face fight with the Mastar. "But, because of the performance of the two of you, I have to show the main force to the Mastar, so it can be said that Marshal Henry's plan has been ruined." ”

Mercedes was very unreasonable, and he could have given up the two squadrons along the way they were, even though it was an unfair choice for Joan and Knapp. As we said before, Mercedes was not content to sit back and watch the Mastarians wander back after a month of maneuvering in the mountains and forests around Parello. Since such an unexpected situation has occurred, it is a good opportunity for the traditional Falunci Young Zhuang faction that must not be missed.

Joan and Kopner were genuinely frightened by the general, and Mercedes probably wanted to take this opportunity to establish prestige among his subordinates, which would be very beneficial for the future competition for the position of captain.

"Anyway, now that things have come to this point, we don't have to choose the way back. Let's bring out the main force of the Mastar and fight it out here! "Or even if His Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Mastar is really stabbed, naturally Marshal Henry will wipe our butts. Mercedes' plan is the obvious type of Die Definite. But as we said earlier, Mercedes is not without calculations, but his calculations are based on a certain degree of risk-taking. And now all he was fighting was - old Henry would never give a division to Mastar for nothing.

Half an hour later, Baron Duville, who was already approaching his destination, received a report that the Falencians had begun to build various field fortifications around that small village.

The baron immediately understood that the Pharansi army in front of him would not be a piece of "meat" that could make him feast, but definitely a hard bone that would make him scratch his teeth a little.

However, now both sides have entered a situation where "the arrow is ready to be sent and has to be sent".