The Forever Neutral State of Seres is a beautiful country made up of lakes and mountains. Stasi has a sketch that approximates a quirk about the composition of his population: "Our spies, enemy spies, usurers, mercenaries. ”

Contrary to the general impression of mercenaries as a "rabble", the Seres mercenaries are not only the top names of the human nations, but also the best infantry in the world except for the defense forces. The combat effectiveness of this army, which has come out of the poor mountains and bad waters, far exceeds that of the ordinary reserve army.

As a small country sandwiched between Castile, Charlemagne, and Imir, Ceres' strategic environment is very similar to that of Alfheim, and the two sides are also quite similar in terms of security and defense concepts. That is, through guò diplomacy, wandering between the great powers, trying not to die to brush hatred for oneself. At the same time, a small elite armed force will be created to provide limited deterrence.

The result of this strategy was twofold, one was the huge deposits of the royal family, the nobles, and the wealthy merchants stored in the silver cellars of Lindenhof's various banks, and the other was the fierce and fierce mercenaries of Serres. Relying on these two pillars of the town country, the country of lakes has stood still strong.

As the magic weapon of the town, in addition to the strength of the mountain people, Seres also has a unique system to ensure the strength of this army.

The law of Seres stipulates that every male citizen has the obligation to fight, and every year the members of the state councils organize collective training in the use of farming, and each person brings his own weapons and supplies. The members of the same brigade are all from the same tribe, village or guild, they know each other well, and they often train together. Therefore. These mercenaries, bound by local ties, have a cohesion similar to that of a professional army like the Defence Army, allowing their phalanx of spears to be unmatched on the battlefield.

Now the first Seres troops to arrive have been assembled and formed a phalanx by order of the commander. The flag was located at the most important center of the phalanx, and was guarded by a group of soldiers who wielded their national weapon, the halberd. The perimeter of the halberdiers was guarded by pikemen, and the dense fire of 5-meter spears was enough to make any cavalry fearful.

The 1,000-strong legion was a sight to behold, with a dense patch of plate armor, helmets, and spears reflecting a terrifying glow. In the center of the procession were banners and banners depicting the various states of Serres. There were also 300 crossbow-wielding skirmishers on the periphery -

Anyone would have thought that the newborn Titans would probably encounter a bloodlight disaster.

It is not known what the system of field fortifications is, what is a front-loading smoothbore field gun, what is a flintlock smoothbore gun. Anyone who is a line infantry would think so.

Titans' recruits bite open paper ammo packs. Compacting bullets with a knock-on Charville-style flintlock smoothbore gun to them. This weapon with a fixed bayonet was long. The total length is 1.53 meters, and the hit rate is also passable. Behind them were 12-pounder cannons and copycat 24-pounder Congreve rockets providing adequate fire support, and they had every reason to think that they would not be the ones who lost.

"Listen up. Just do it like you did in training!!"

The leader of the Wolflang Commando Brigade - the equivalent of a major in the Defence Force, incited his men in his position.

"Kill anyone who doesn't wear a black uniform! Kill them all! Mother God bless Charlemagne!!"

The major was clearly imitating his instructor - a bastard who had been transferred from the security department of the V.E company and could curse for 15 minutes in a row with non-repetitive and non-pause swear words, many of which could not be stopped even by young soldiers from rural backgrounds.

Even if the Major didn't do this kind of agitation, the soldiers who had been radically transformed into killers by their rigorous training would, and the Seres and Castilians would have prompted them to do the same.

The thousand-strong phalanx began to change into a wedge-shaped charge formation, the "Boar", which the Serreians intended to use to break through the Titans' defenses. But just as they began to adjust their queue, Titans' cannons began to intervene.

For a variety of reasons, the cannons of the Titans were bulky and slow-firing, and the solid projectiles were completely incomparable to the high-explosive and shngarn shells of the Wehrmacht, but for those who saw gunpowder weapons for the first time, it was a terrifying nightmare.

With the roar of thunder, all 68 cannons fired a salvo at the phalanx that had entered the effective range of fire, and the round solid projectiles pierced the air and let out a terrible scream, crashing into the phalanx, smashing their arms and legs, and then shaving off their heads. Rows of rockets whistled and pounced on the phalanx that had paused for a moment, dragging red tail flames. The rockets hit the ground and exploded, sending one of the nearest soldiers into the air.

The gritty Serres were stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that this was a new weapon that had never been seen before, and that if they didn't do something about it, their phalanx would be smashed to pieces by explosive weapons along with their undefeated honor.

The phalanx hastened their charge, and the Serres burst out with unprecedented strength, charging at full speed in the face of scorching artillery fire - until they hit the barbed wire.

These brave men painfully discovered that these thorns of steel, which had not been taken seriously before the war, had become an impenetrable moat - one that could not be crossed, nor bypassed, nor penetrated. When someone tried to crawl from below, barbs on the barbed wire immediately hung on their clothes, making them neither forward nor backward.

The soldiers of Titans did not spare time to watch the play, and the line infantry hiding behind the trenches fired continuously, and the soldiers in a state of excitement loved this firing squad work, and the rate of fire was almost doubled. The red-eyed artillerymen also came to join in the fun, simply pushing a few cannons out of the gun emplacement, and using grape shells to shoot at the mercenaries who could not move on the barbed wire. Desperate to break through the enemy's defenses, the Serres ran headlong into the shortest, most fortified central position, and were now under crossfire from almost three directions, with unusually heavy casualties. In just half an hour, a thousand people, including officers, were already dead and wounded......

It was just a rehearsal for the first day of the encounter, and for the next two days, the furious Castilians and Serians attacked again and again. The phalanx that stormed the Titans line was also growing in size, with 2,000, 3,000, 4,000 men...... The last one soared to the point that 10,000 men rushed up as if all they were dying, but all they could do was break through the barbed wire defense, fill the first trench with their own corpses, and then there were five more solid defenses......

On the seventh day of the outbreak of the war, the Pope's edict "to return the belligerents to their places and to negotiate" finally arrived at Ursalía and Lydes. The kings of the two countries immediately declared an armistice, and all troops ceased belligerent behavior.

By this time, Castile's army of 70,000 had shed its last drop of blood, and there was no longer the dawn of peace and even greater catastrophe. (To be continued......)

PS: In the early hours of this morning, my grandmother passed away at the age of 88. I didn't want to say anything sentimental, and I couldn't catch up with the old man for the last time...... Now the love xù is a bit messy, if the writing is not good, please forgive me......