1259 Unmanned Attack Aircraft
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He had never seen such a strong style of play. When faced with ten times the troops, he dared to change the formation on his own initiative, using a hollow phalanx to increase the contact area between the two sides!
What made him even more speechless was that at first he thought that he could rely on the advantage of numbers to overwhelm the opponent, but then he saw the opponent's counterattack like a child's play.
It was the enemy's 50 poor death squads who counterattacked his phalanx of 2,000 people! Falk laughed. He felt that the other party had no backup and could only rely on the death squads to fight back desperately.
But he realized that he was laughing too early. Those 50 counterattacking enemies were covered in lightning, as if the gods had descended... Well, it was the gods who had descended and smashed his phalanx of 2,000 people!
That's right! It's broken! If 2,000 people chasing 6,000 people made Fogg feel ashamed, now 50 people have smashed his 2,000 army, which makes him a little confused.
If 50 opponents can defeat 2,000 opponents, can 2,000 opposing soldiers beat everyone on his side?
While he was calculating this simple math problem, the elf troops on the other side also defeated the phalanx of 2,000 people from the Panshi Empire on the other side.
The difference is that the elves on this side use wind magic. The scene is not so spectacular, but it becomes more bloody.
Those wind magics that were as sharp as knives chopped up everyone blocking the way, and turned a group of soldiers of the Rock Empire into pieces of meat on the ground!
"Immediately! Immediately send the order..." At this moment, Fogg felt that it was impossible for him to fight back. He was about to give an order to retreat, but then he remembered a very fatal problem.
Not long ago, he asked his adjutant, with his own order, to let Grand Knight Commander Fink take over the command of the First Prince.
Taking over the command this time is to let the cavalry continue to attack the opponent's flank!
But if the frontal troops on his side retreated back, the cavalry on the flanks would be exposed to the threat of the 2,000 infantry in front of the opponent.
As long as the opponent sends some troops to flank, the cavalry may suffer heavy losses.
Thinking of this, Fokker had to face a difficult choice, whether to continue to attack and buy some time for the cavalry, or to retreat and gather the rout as soon as possible.
Disengage from each other!
He was very entangled, because he knew that no matter what choice he made, he would have no way to win this war.
To be at a loss is to describe his current situation: if he continues to attack, these elite empires will almost be wiped out on the small plain near the city of Hegesos.
But if he retreats, not to mention the loss of troops, the empire's Sous City will really never be taken back!
Gritting his teeth, Fokke decided to hold on a little longer. He felt that at least he should wait, wait for the attack of the cavalry on the other side, wait for a good news, or in other words, wait for a worse news!
If one's own cavalry defeated the opponent's flank, then he could continue to persist here, entangle the opponent's 2,000 infantry, and when the cavalry took advantage of the trend to capture the city of Sousse, he could almost force the opponent to retreat.
And if the cavalry unit fails, the whole plan will be shattered, and the soldiers he lost in front of him will be lost in vain.
"My lord general!" An officer rode his horse to Fokker's side, and said admonishingly, "In this situation, we should withdraw our troops first to reduce casualties!"
Seeing that thousands of soldiers died on the battlefield, if counting the frightened ones and those injured and incapacitated, there might be 3000 soldiers!
"It's too late! The news is too slow! By the time I send someone there, the cavalry over there will have already started attacking!" Fokker explained with some despair: "Right now, we can only give them a chance!"
"Well...then, general, we have to make plans early!" Seeing his troops being suppressed by the opponent, the general continued with some reluctance: "We must try to change the sound of the horn."
"No! Once the retreat horn is used, all the troops will have to retreat! It means that we have lost this battle!" Fokke stopped the other party and insisted on his own thoughts: "Wait a little longer! Wait a little longer... Maybe there will be news of victory from the cavalry!"
Now, while secretly hating the First Prince's cowardice in his heart, he also hoped that the cavalry unit that the First Prince took away could go back into battle!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" An officer pointed the long sword in his hand at the sky, and shouted in a hoarse voice.
Following his shout, a row of archers raised their longbows, bent their bows and set their arrows, aiming the arrows at the dense black spots in the distant sky.
Just when they were ready to shoot arrows, these black spots in the sky poured down instantly, as if it was raining.
It wasn't until this time that Fogg saw clearly that what was bumping into him was a kind of enemy! He didn't know whether these things were alive, but he knew that this thing didn't seem easy to mess with.
Like a swarm, the drones swooped down, lowering their altitude. At an altitude of about 1,000 meters, the drones also seemed to change their dive trajectory.
They seemed to be surfing the air, hovering in the air above Fokke's head. Then, suddenly choosing a suitable angle, one after another poured down, like cannonballs falling from the sky.
The first drone directly hit the phalanx formed by the archers, and the explosion raised a cloud of dust that covered everyone nearby.
For these drones, it's not that the targets are hard to target, they're just too easy to target, and there are too many of them.
In short, a group of archers turned their backs, and a group of guards next to the archers were also hit by another drone.
The huge explosion made the ground tremble. Fokker shrank his neck, and then he saw that the third phalanx in the distance was attacked by an unmanned attack aircraft.
Before Fox could breathe a sigh of relief, a drone the size of a rabbit swooped down from the sky, and the target seemed to be exactly where he was standing now.
"Concealment!" Fokker shouted, then turned off the horse and hid among the horses. Doing so gave him a sense of security, but explosions began to explode around him, which made him unable to move a little distance for a while.
Unfortunately, the general who had been advising him to retreat just now had been engulfed by the blast from the explosion, and he couldn't see it no matter how he looked at it.
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