Twelve Rush

"This time is about two days." Chris pushed the water glass to the edge of the Castle of Maine and said to Vagron: "Here, our army converges, and we can make up a total force of 1,000 people and attack directly. Enter the castle to end the battle."

Vagron nodded and assured with confidence: "Our cavalry can complete the task, launch a surprise attack, and eliminate 200 enemies without any problem."

Then he pointed to Ferry City on the map, and said to Chris: "We have cannons, and it can be expected to capture Ferry City."

"The question now is, how can we stop Berman, the lord of Ferry City, from escaping with his fleet!" Vagron looked at the map and frowned.

"It doesn't matter!" Chris slapped the table and said bitterly, "It doesn't matter if they run or not! I must fight Ferry City!"

"This is not a strategic issue, but a moral issue! I don't care about looting the people! If it were me, I would do the same! But harming the people is the original sin! It is the sin that we must crusade!" The table was clenched into a fist, and he said firmly.

"This subordinate understands!" Vagron heard Chris say this, his eyes lit up, he immediately pressed his right fist to his chest, and loudly echoed: "This subordinate is going to assemble the troops!"

The attack must be carried out, but how to carry it out requires careful planning. Once Serris can't end the fight quickly, pressure from other sources will increase. The safety of the base camp Serris City could not be guaranteed.

The entire force in Chris's hands is actually not many. There are only 2,000 people in total. Among them, about 1,000 people are the garrison troops left in Seris, and they cannot be easily moved.

The mobility of these left-behind troops is low, and the speed of assembly will drag down the attack speed of the main force, so there is no essential difference between adjusting them or not.

In the remaining troops, there are about 500 cavalry, and the remaining 500 are infantry. But now that Mayne has just been occupied, leaving 300 people may not be safe, so the only 700 troops that Chris can deploy is a pitiful 700 people.

He must rely on these 700 people to fight the Berman City Lord of Ferry City quickly, otherwise the forces in other directions of Seris City may take the opportunity to attack and take military action against Seris.

Once someone does attack Serris, the battle is not a great victory, but a complete defeat.

It seems a very impossible thing to do with inferior soldiers, but Chris has to do it.

"This is an adventure!" Vagron looked at the map and finally said to Chris: "If the opponent adopts the most correct harassment tactics, spreads out the troops and delays our marching speed... we will lose."

"If Ferry City gathers its forces and fights us head-on, we who have artillery will win!" Chris gave another possibility.

Chris is very optimistic about this gamble: "They have the military advantage, but they don't know how strong our secret weapon is, why don't they fight us?"

"You lead 200 cavalry and 50 infantry to maintain law and order in the Castle of Maine! I will personally take 450 infantry and 300 cavalry to the ferry!" Chris set a quick strategy and decided to lead his troops there.

After hearing this, Vagron immediately stopped him and said, "My lord! You stay at Maine! Let me lead the troops!"

It's not that Chris can't trust Vagron, but feels that he can better execute his strategy by going to the place himself. He waved his hand and said to Vagron: "You've done a great job of watching the rear for me! Going to Ferry City this time can't be all about bravery, and you need to make decisions on the fly. There are some decisions that you can't make, so I You must go in person!"

Hear Chris say that,

Vagron also knew the stakes of the matter, nodded and said: "Don't worry, my lord, I will guard Maine and ensure that this place is safe!"

With Vagron guarding himself in the rear, Chris was relieved to lead his troops directly out of Maine.

Chris, who only brought cavalry, advanced very fast, and 300 cavalry blew across the eastern plains of Mayne like a whirlwind.

He handed over all the baggage and 20 cannons to Coria, Valgeron's adjutant.

Looking at the sun rising in the east, Chris narrowed his eyes. The sun at this moment is not good for his attack, but he can't wait any longer.

"Pass my order! Rest on the spot for 20 minutes! Then the whole army gathers! Attack the ferry!" Chris gave the order to rest to the guards who were following him, and then got off his horse and found a clean place to sit down. .

All the way, he saw all kinds of tragic Mayne. The houses left by the abducted civilians were empty, and the ground and the roadside were full of corpses and messy discarded utensils and clothing.

The fairly prosperous Maine suddenly became a hell on earth, which made Chris' hatred for the lord of Ferry City rise to the breaking point.

Even Ensel, the city lord of Maine he killed, did not make things so decisive - this Berman, in a sense, is really a "talent"!

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of cold water from the water bag, Chris felt full of energy again. He stood up from the ground, turned over on the horse's back, pulled the reins of the war horse, pointed to the front and asked the soldiers who were looking at him loudly: "Have you rested yet?"

"It's good to rest!" Seeing their coach get on the horse, many cavalrymen also rode back to the horse long ago. They answered Chris's questions in loud voices, waiting for Chris' new orders.

"Follow me to kill the enemy!" Chris pulled the reins and made the warhorse spin on the spot, neighing and madly backing towards the east.

"Kill the enemy!" Behind him, countless cavalrymen held high long lances, their legs were tucked into the belly of their horses, and they were slaughtered in the direction of the rising sun.

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The sun had just risen, and a soldier from Ferry City was yawning lazily. They were exhausted these few days. It was the escort and transport of tens of thousands of civilians.

If you don't find a chance to be lazy, how can you be worthy of yourself? What's more, in a few days, there will be a call from Mayne, and it will be impossible to be lazy.

Covering his mouth with his hand, he subconsciously glanced at the western horizon that was still shrouded in darkness, and then involuntarily frowned.

Squinting, the Ferry City soldier saw something squirming over the horizon.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he carefully stared at the end of the road again, this time he was more and more sure that there were cavalrymen approaching there!

"Hey! Hey! There is an enemy!" He kicked the companion beside him with his toes, and woke up the other companion who was already asleep: "There is a call from Mayne!"

"Impossible! They are fighting with Seris, where did the soldiers come to trouble us?" On the watchtower, another soldier did not want to open his eyes, and replied in a dreamy voice.

"No! It's real cavalry!" As the cavalry got closer and closer, the awake Ferry City soldier was hysterical. He kept kicking his companions and shouted loudly.

The opponent finally couldn't bear it any longer. He turned over and got up from the ground. Holding his weapon, he looked at the western horizon, which had already been lit up a lot, and found that a group of cavalry was really galloping in their direction.

There was no sleep for a moment, and the soldier who just got up was also frightened. He didn't know that the same scene had happened once on the Seris border a few days ago.

"Quick! Quickly light the beacon!" Looking at the cavalry rushing towards them, the soldiers in Ferry Port City anxiously and loudly ordered. He felt that the high platform under his feet was shaking, and he also felt that his legs were shaking with the vibration.

Just when they lit the beacon, the cavalry had already walked around the city and crossed the small beacon tower.

Chris didn't come to remove these small beacon towers. What he wanted was to attack the entire border area of ​​Ferry City and force the opponent into Ferry City.

So he didn't think about attacking these beacon towers at all, and he could just leave these small targets to the infantry behind him to take care of them.

What he has to do now is to quickly sweep the border of Ferry City, kill the soldiers, and drive the civilians out of the village!

The wolf smoke spread all the way, and the direction of Ferry City responded quickly. A group of infantry assembled, as if trying to stop Chris' advance.

After all, the soldiers of Ferry City had just escorted tens of thousands of Mayne civilians back to their territory, and they had not had time to disperse.

A team of 200 people just crossed the road, blocking the path of Chris's cavalry.

After chasing and killing the scattered enemy troops, Chris, who had been killing all morning, did not intend to stop. He slightly reorganized his troops and immediately launched an attack.

The phalanx of the infantry that did not have enough bows and arrows was just mixed up with the cavalry that came over and turned into a huge grinding disc of flesh and blood.

Chris rode on horseback and rushed into the enemy's phalanx, surrounded by guards.

His long sword swung an arc, cutting down an enemy infantry passing by. The huge impact of the warhorse drove the sharp sword, lifted the thin armor from the bottom up, and tore the flesh and blood inside.

Before the enemy soldier collapsed with a scream, Tangning's warhorse had already run away from the other two enemies and walked away without looking back.

The Seris cavalry who followed behind Chris slashed left and right, as if entering a no-man's land. Their armor was splattered with blood, and in the eyes of the enemy they looked like demons from hell. The knights immediately following him formed a giant meat grinder, devouring the lives of surrounding enemies.

In just one breath, the arrows they formed cut a huge gap in the enemy's position. Then in the next second, more cavalry poured into the gap, like a virus spreading over the wound.

Picking up a spear that was stabbed at her, Tangning slashed the barrel of the spear with her backhand, and then pierced the throat of the soldier holding the spear, pulling out the sword in one go and moving forward.

His lips were still slightly pale, his eyes were still as sharp as needles, and his not-so-tall but well-proportioned body passed through the blood mist, with an indomitable aura.

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