Chapter 393

? The army of 50,000 people set out for the expedition, whistling and beating all the way, with a lively atmosphere, with a joyful atmosphere and unbearable noise.

Earl Hossman and his brightly armored knights are the brightest colors in the team. Knights in brand-new plate armor ride on tall horses, and squires also in armor carry brightly colored banners beside them. "Lost Soldier Tom," a folk song that became a household name in the South, was sung loudly along the way, while the accompanying musicians played bagpipes and tambourines, bright-toned instruments so that nearby teams could determine where the head coach was. - Generally speaking, the musicians will play this way every ten miles to prevent the whole team from completely messing up.

But even with these things, the whole procession was unavoidable: such a large army crowded together and led by dozens of different nobles, it was almost impossible for them to cooperate with each other. Speaking of which, the entire team stretched into a long, intermittent line on the Kingdom Avenue that runs from north to south. When the leading troops left the Carroll Territory, the last ones to set off had not even left the place where they were stationed.

But Earl Hossman doesn't care about this. In his opinion, being able to follow the big army in the same direction is already the best achievement for those little country nobles, and they cannot be expected to be recruited from the fields. The mud-legged soldiers who only know how to get drunk and fight people 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, it's still a long way from reaching the destination - in the next few days. In the sky, the main task of the troops is to hurry, and there are still many troops from remote nobles who have not had time to arrive in Carroll Land. Those who are late will continue to be added in these days. Therefore, At this time, there is no need to rectify the order.

Let the chaos be a little more chaotic - he has fifty thousand people, and I am afraid that the entire Cecil can be leveled.

And... those messy country soldiers in tattered leather or chainmail are not really important forces, they are just firewood rushing to the battlefield to fill the pits with corpses, and they can really come in handy. , or a superhero in the army.

Earl Hossman thought, and put his eyes on the marching queue beside him - he saw his proud knights, and the robe-wearing mages guarded by the knights in the middle, and finally there were The priests in holy white robes and the church knights they led who marched behind the knights, wearing sturdy armor or gorgeous robes, looked noble and reserved, and looked extraordinarily among the cluttered and vulgar soldiers around. Extraordinary temperament.

These people are the strength he truly trusts.

...

In the north of Kant's territory, the artillery positions on the Windward Hills have been deployed. Knight Philip rode his horses to patrol between the various firing groups and returned to the center of the position.

His eyes swept across the entire position,

Not only the well-disciplined and fast-moving Cecil Combatants and their artillery positions were in sight, but also the Cond Corps (Second Combat Corps), who seemed to be somewhat chaotic and panicked, helping behind the positions.

There are 3,000 soldiers of the First Corps on standby here, and the rest are the "Second Corps" that has just been formed in the Kant area, but the latter are not the main force of the battle. Their task is to help set up positions, serve as logistics, and ...watching the battle.

Although the Second Corps has begun to receive formal military training, after all, the time is short, and the habits and ideas of the old-fashioned aristocratic private soldiers are still deeply rooted in these people's minds. This cannot be solved by assault training, but Philip It is believed that letting these people experience the fighting methods of the First Corps on the battlefield will greatly loosen their stubborn thoughts-this has been well verified by those Kant knights.

The leader of the kant knights, the middle-aged Wald Perich, was wearing a newly issued armor and holding a new weapon called the "melting sword", standing on a high platform on the hill, watching. Soldiers were busy in what was called the "artillery position". This gentle hill has been thoroughly armed, large areas of land have been leveled, and various trenches and "cannon pits" have been dug, and large weapons called "magic crystal railguns" are scattered in a crisscross pattern. They were placed in gun pits, and between the gun pits were traffic trenches for the transportation of artillery shells and personnel. The brightly armored Cecil soldiers ran quickly between the trenches. Relying on concise orders, the actions of these people showed There is an astonishing sense of order and... beauty, and this kind of feeling has not been seen in Wald's army for decades.

The battlefield in his memory was far simpler, rougher, and more chaotic than here.

As for this special "artillery position"... that's even more beyond his comprehension.

He had indeed seen the magic crystal railgun, and he even knew the name of the gun was "Justice", but he had only seen the test firing of this weapon on the tidy flat ground. He had thought it was a railgun. The way of fighting, but now that he saw this strange position and the skillful preparations of the artillerymen, he realized that what he saw that day was only the most superficial things.

A female knight with brown shawl hair walked up the high platform and came to Walder Perich: "Mr. Walder, I heard... We won't 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 Knights of Kant and the entire Second Corps will not participate in the battle."

The female knight couldn't help frowning, with dissatisfaction on her heroic face: "Isn't this contempt for us?"

"This is training for the Second Corps, young Margarita," Wald heard this complaint, and finally turned around and looked at the female knight in front of him, who was the most talented of Kant's knights. Well, the closest to the intermediate level, but after all, they are too young and not stable enough. "Don't forget, the Second Corps has not completed the basic drills, and they haven't even memorized the new combat instructions. You let them go to the battlefield to give people Confused?"

"They didn't take it down, we can," said the female knight indignantly. "Now the brothers and sisters are leading the soldiers to dig earth behind the Cecils, hauling stones, artillery shells and magic net substrates, and when the war begins But it's none of our business... It's obvious that we still don't trust everyone. We have clearly sworn allegiance, and we have always strictly followed the lord's orders..."

"Then continue to obey, knight," Walder interrupted Margarita, "if a knight can't even obey his master's orders, there is no glory in fighting well on the battlefield. Word."

The female knight was speechless and could only bow her head slightly, but Walder knew that Margarita's resentment was also shared by other kant knights, so he continued: "Margarita, do you think you are a newcomer? How about the armor and the new saber?"

"Armor and sword?" The female knight was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the alloy armor with Cecil's steel seal on her body, the magic light flowing in the gaps, and the strange but beautiful alloy armor, as well as the fusion-cut sword around her waist. Nodding subconsciously, "It's a very good thing... I had some regrets 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 old steel sword."

"Have you seen those soldiers? They all have such a set," Wald pointed to the Cecil soldiers who were busy on the ground with his chin, "I have inquired about the armor and swords of ordinary soldiers and officers' It's almost the same, the latter is just a little more gilded pattern, just a little better on the magic material, do you know what this means?"

The female knight looked thoughtful.

"It means that as long as you put on this armor and take this melting sword, five or six ordinary soldiers can bring down an extraordinary knight like you-this also counts the advantages of your swordsmanship and combat experience, if they With heat ray guns and grenades, you can't even deal with two people. The extraordinary knight may be fine in other places, but here, at most, you are equivalent to a relatively capable soldier."

Margarita: "..."

"So the lord doesn't let us fight because he doesn't trust us, it's because he doesn't need us," Walder cast his eyes into the distance and exhaled softly, "but he let us watch the battle and let us learn from it, which shows that he wants us to It could come in handy one day. What he needs is not a knight who can fight, but a group of knights who can actively learn and keep up with him, you know?"

"……I understand."

"That's good," Wald nodded with a smile. "Then let's watch quietly and see how the Cecils fought..."

A messenger came to the hill, ran to Philip, and sent the latest information to the latter.

Philip opened the intelligence and saw a few lines written in female pen:

"The 50,000 people from the Earl of Hossman will head south through Kingdom Avenue - Crushed Stone Ridge, and arrive on the XX day."

Philip nodded, and turned the note into dust scattered in the wind.

"Send scouts to give an early warning in the area of ​​the gravel ridge, and use the smoke as a signal."

...

At the same time, on the edge of the forest on the south bank of the Cecil Whitewater River, Byron stood on the camouflaged shelling position, watching the soldiers use the woven leaves and vines as camouflage blankets to cover the acceleration rails of the railguns.

This middle-aged knight from a mercenary had no noble manners at all. He leaned against a half-dead black beech tree with a wooden stick in his mouth, thinking in his mind how to pass the boring time - firing a cannon is a very difficult task. Pleasant, but especially tough when waiting for prey before firing.

As if someone heard his heart, he saw a messenger poke through the bushes to the position and walked straight towards him.

He waved to the messenger from a distance: "Yo, Barnico, what's the good news?"

"Sir, clear information," the messenger came to Byron and reported after salute. "Count Peibo led 20,000 people to attack through the White Water River, and passed the ambush point two days later."

"Hey, 20,000," Byron whistled, "That's right, our side is 2,000 to 20,000, which is much easier than Philip's side, who seems to be 3,000 to 50,000."

The messenger said subconsciously: "There is also the Knights of Kant on the side of Lord Philip..."

"Those people don't participate in the war," Byron waved his hands indifferently, "Okay, I'll be much more at ease when I hear this news. Now I'm sure those grandchildren will come. I'll find a place to sleep... I'll do my best in two days. A shot of the mother-in-law!"

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