The army of 50,000 people broke out of camp and set off for the expedition. It was lively and lively with music and music all the way, with an atmosphere of joy and unbearable noise.
Count Horsman and his brightly-armored knights are the brightest colors in the team. The knights wearing brand-new plate armor ride on tall horses, and their retinues also wear armor beside them. Carrying brightly colored flags, they marched loudly singing "Lost Soldier Tom", a folk song that is well-known in the South. The accompanying musicians played bagpipes and tambourines. These bright-toned instruments were meant to impress the nearby people. The team can determine where the coach is - usually, the musicians will play this every ten miles to prevent the entire team from being completely disorganized.
But even with these things, the whole team still seemed extremely chaotic, which was inevitable: such a huge army was crowded together, and belonged to dozens of different noble leaders, and they interacted with each other. It was almost impossible to cooperate at all, and the entire team stretched into a long and intermittent line on the Kingdom Avenue that ran from north to south. When the leading troops left the Carroll Territory, the last person to set off had not even left the place where they were stationed.
But Count Horsman didn't care about this. In his opinion, being able to follow the large army in the same direction was the best achievement that the small rural nobles could achieve. They hope that the mud-legged soldiers they recruited from the fields, who only know how to get drunk and fight with others, can be as disciplined and high-spirited as their own knights, and it doesn't matter if the team is a little chaotic now, anyway, they are still far away from reaching their destination. ——In the next few days, the main task of the troops is to rush on their way, and there are still many troops of remote nobles who did not have time to arrive in the Carroll Territory. Those who are late will be on their way here in the next few days. Tianli is constantly being replenished, so there is no need to reorganize order at this time.
Let’s just be a little confused - he has 50,000 people, and I’m afraid the entire Cecil could be trampled to the ground.
And...those messy rural private soldiers wearing tattered leather armor or chain armor are not an important force in the first place. They are just firewood that rushes to the battlefield to fill holes with corpses. The power that can really come in handy is the extraordinary ones in the army.
While thinking about it, Count Horsman turned his attention to the queue marching beside him - he saw his proud knights, as well as the people in robes who were guarded by the knights in the middle. The mages, and finally the priests in holy white robes marching behind the knights and the church knights they led, these people wore strong armor or gorgeous robes, with noble and reserved looks, and were surrounded by chaos The vulgar soldiers appear to have an extraordinary temperament.
These talents are the strength he truly trusts.
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In the northern part of the Kant Territory, the artillery position on the windward hill has been deployed. Knight Philip rode his horse to inspect the various firing groups and returned to the center of the position.
His eyes swept across the entire position, looking atIn the line were not only the well-disciplined and fast-moving Cecil combat soldiers and their artillery positions, but also the Kant Corps (Second Combat Corps), which seemed to be quite chaotic and panicked, helping behind the positions.
There are three thousand soldiers from the First Corps on standby here, and the rest are from the "Second Corps" that was just formed in the Kande area. However, the latter is not the main force in the battle. Their mission is to help. Setting up positions, providing logistics, and... watching from the sidelines.
Although the Second Corps has begun to receive formal military training, after all, time is still short, and the habits and ideas of the old aristocratic private soldiers are still deeply rooted in the minds of these people. This is not assault training. It can be solved, but Philip believes that allowing these people to personally experience the fighting style of the First Corps on the battlefield will greatly loosen their stubborn minds - this has been well verified by those Kant knights. .
The leader of the Kant Knights, the middle-aged Wald Peric, wearing newly issued armor and holding a new weapon called the "Metal Sword", stood on a hillside. From a high platform, I watched the soldiers busy in this place called the "artillery position". This gentle hill has been thoroughly armed, large tracts of land have been leveled, and various trenches and "cannon pits" have been dug. Large weapons called "magic crystal rail guns" are scattered in a staggered manner. They were placed in artillery pits, and between the artillery pits were communication trenches for transporting artillery shells and personnel. Those Cecil soldiers with bright armor ran quickly between the trenches, relying on concise orders to show their actions. There was an astonishing sense of order and...beauty, a feeling that Walder had never seen before in his decades of service in the army.
The battlefield in his memory was far simpler, rougher, and chaotic than this one.
As for this special "artillery position"... that was beyond his understanding.
He has indeed seen the magic crystal rail gun, and he even knows that the name of this gun is "Justice", but he has only seen the test firing of this weapon on a neat flat ground. He once thought that this was how the rail gun fought, but now that he saw this strange position and the artillerymen's skillful preparations, he realized that what he saw that day was just the most superficial thing.
A female knight with brown shawl hair walked up to the high platform and came to Walder Perici: "Mr. Walder, I heard... we will not participate in the next battle?"
The old knight did not look back: "According to the order, unless the enemy can rush to the hill, the Kant Knights and the entire Second Corps will not participate in the battle."
The female knight could not bear it. He frowned, with dissatisfaction on his heroic face: "Isn't this contempt for us?"
"This is training for the Second Corps, young Margarita," Val said Hearing this complaint, De finally turned around and looked at the female knight in front of him. This female knight was the most talented among the female knights under Kant's command and was closest to the middle level. However, after all, she was too young and was not ready yet.Stable enough, "Don't forget, the Second Corps has not completed basic training, and they have not even memorized the new combat instructions. Are you letting them go to the battlefield to cause chaos?"
"They haven't even memorized the new combat instructions." Memorize it, we can," the female knight said angrily, "Now the brothers and sisters are leading the soldiers to follow the Cecil people in digging earth and transporting stones, carrying cannonballs and magic network substrates, but when the war started, there were no us. It's obvious that we still don't trust everyone. We have obviously sworn allegiance and have strictly followed the Lord's orders..."
"Then continue to obey, knight," Walder Interrupting Margarita, "As a knight, if you can't even obey the master's orders, then there will be no glory in fighting well on the battlefield."
Female Knight Speechless, he could only lower his head slightly, but Wald knew that Margarita's resentment was also a thought shared by other Kant knights, so he continued: "Margarita, do you think your new armor and How about the new sword?"
"Armor and sword?" The female knight was stunned for a moment, and then looked down at the strange but elegant shape with the Cecil steel seal printed on it. The beautiful alloy armor and the melting sword on his waist nodded subconsciously, "They are very good things... I was a little regretful when I took off the family armor and put on this 'standard equipment', but Now I think they are really good things, especially this sword - much better than my original steel sword."
"Did you see those soldiers? ," Wald pointed with his chin at the Cecil soldiers who were busy on the battlefield, "I have inquired about it. The armor and swords of ordinary soldiers are almost the same as those of officers. The latter just have more gold-plated patterns on the magic material. It's just a little better, do you know what this means?"
The female knight looked thoughtful.
"It means that as long as you put on this armor and hold this melting sword, five or six ordinary soldiers can defeat an extraordinary knight like you - and this does not include your sword skills and The advantage of combat experience is that if they use thermal ray guns and grenades, you may not be able to deal with even two of them. In other places, one might be able to fight a hundred, but here, you can at most be better than one. Soldiers."
Margarita: "..."
"So the lord doesn't let us join the war not because he doesn't trust us, but because he doesn't need us," Wald said. He cast his gaze into the distance and exhaled softly, "But he let us watch the battle and let us learn from it. This shows that he hopes that we can be useful one day. What he needs is not a knight who can fight, but a group of people who can take the initiative to learn. A knight who can keep up with him, do you understand?"
"...I understand."
"That's good," Walder smiled and nodded." Then let us watch quietly and see how the Cecil people fight..."
A legendThe soldiers came to the hill, ran to Philip, and sent the latest information to the latter.
Philip unfolded the intelligence and saw a few lines written in a female handwriting:
“Fifty thousand people from the earldom of Horsman went south via the Kingdom Highway - Gravel Ridge. , Arrive on XX day."
Philip nodded and turned the note into dust that flew in the wind.
"Send out scouts to provide early warning in the Gravel Ridge area, using smoke as a signal."
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At the same time, on the south bank of the Cecil Whitewater River At the edge of the forest, Byron stood on a camouflaged artillery position, watching the soldiers use woven leaves and vines as camouflage blankets to cover the acceleration rails of each rail gun.
This middle-aged knight who was born as a mercenary has no aristocratic manners. He is leaning against a half-dead black beech tree with a stick in his mouth, thinking about how to pass this boring time. ——Firing a gun is a very pleasant thing, but waiting for prey before shooting is particularly difficult.
As if someone somewhere heard his voice, he saw a messenger walking through the bushes to the position and walking straight towards him.
He waved to the messenger from a distance: "Hey, Banico, what's the good news?"
"Sir, clear information," the messenger came to Byron In front of him, he saluted and reported the report, "Earl Pepper led 20,000 people to attack through the White Water River, and passed the ambush point two days later."
"Oh, 20,000 people," Byron whistled, "Not bad, our side is two thousand to twenty thousand, which is much easier than Philip's side. His side seems to be three thousand to fifty thousand."
The messenger subconsciously spoke: " Lord Philip also has the Knights of Kant..."
"Those people are not participating in the war," Byron waved his hand carelessly, "Okay, I feel more at ease with this news. Now I am sure that Just help your grandson come, I’ll find a place to sleep... I’ll give my mother a good fuck in two days!”