Chapter 1625 Battle of Lake Aosta (Ⅰ)

At 8 o'clock in the morning on May 31, 1622, in the wasteland on the east bank of Lake Aosta, the assembly call was first sounded on the position of the real person Fei.

Under the red banner embroidered with the coat of arms of the golden lion, General Thomas Cornwallis, who is still vigorous and graceful in his forties, rides a tall white horse and wears a black bearskin cloak. Standing straight, he looked at the opposite enemy's position with his eagle-like eyes.

In response to Master Fei's actions, horns were also sounded on the opposite side. The Midgard Colonial Corps and the Volsung Tribe mercenaries gathered under their respective flags. The two assembly points were no less than two miles apart.

General Cornwallis moved his eyes between the two enemy positions that were separated from each other, stroking his well-groomed beard, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

General Cornwallis's adjutant, the young, handsome and noble-born Major Mark Smith, rode up to the general and whispered his conclusions from observing the enemy's formation.

"Your Excellency, judging from the formation of the enemy troops, it turns out that the Asa tribe of the Volsong tribe has a bad relationship with Benedict Raval, the commander of the Midgard Colonial Corps, just as the legend says. The two sides stand on the same front because of the collusion of interests, but they cannot completely bridge the rift."

"These two enemy armies seem to have no intention of cooperating at all, and would rather fight on their own. This is good news for us. We can take advantage of the sharp conflict between the colonists and the aboriginals of Midgard to The situation quickly opened up on the battlefield."

General Cornwallis played with the horsewhip, and asked calmly: "This sounds interesting, Mark, tell me what you plan to do."

"As long as our army concentrates its forces and defeats the Midgard colonial army first, most of the Asa mercenaries of the Volsong tribe will not work hard to rescue them, and they are more likely to abandon their allies and flee in a hurry."

Major Mark Smith puffed out his chest, eager for a compliment from his superiors.

General Cornwallis smiled and asked: "Mark, is there another possibility? The situation we are observing at this moment is just an illusion deliberately put up by the enemy to deceive us. If we believe it is true, we will make a wrong judgment based on it." , Didn’t you fall into the enemy’s trap?”

Major Smith was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively, "You mean that the conflict between the two enemy troops is not that serious, and they deliberately kept their distance in order to trick us into relaxing our vigilance and taking the opportunity to attack?"

"I dare not say it must be so, but come to think of it, my young friend, the enemy commander is Dandridge Custis, who became famous in the New World more than ten years ago, and his deputy is a 'butcher' Will Benedict LaVar, the vicious titan, this combination of 'Fox' and 'Wolf' easily expose his weaknesses to us?"

Mark Smith swallowed his saliva, feeling that General Cornwallis was worrying too much, but it was inconvenient to say it clearly, and he had to pretend to be humble and receptive.

"General, how do you plan to arrange your troops?"

"Main forces attack the Midgardians, let Bolson with his giant mercenaries keep an eye on the natives of the Volsung tribe, and if those Aesir try to support their allies, let Bolson's men Stop them and isolate them from the main battlefield, and when we eat the main force of the enemy, we will go back and cooperate with the giant mercenary group to eat the 'dessert' after the main meal."

"But having said that, we may not have the chance to eat that piece of dessert. In the first case, as you said just now, the Asa people may give up rescuing their allies and flee the battlefield directly. As for the second case..."

General Cornwallis turned his head and glanced at the scattered Calydonian mercenary group, shaking his head and smiling wryly.

Major Smith also followed the general's line of sight, nodded understandingly, and asked his superior in a low voice: "General, are you worried about those wild and stupid hill giants who don't follow the predetermined tactics and charge forward when they enter the battlefield?" Fight fiercely, before we get rid of the Midgard colonial army, they have already defeated the troops of the Volsung tribe first?"

"Based on the combat effectiveness of the Calydon mercenary group, this is the most likely scenario."

General Cornwallis shrugged helplessly.

"If you only look at the results of the battle, this is certainly not a bad thing, but you know Mark, the group of barbarians who beat their opponents away, the first thing they think of is not to support the allies who are still fighting hard, but to greedily search for spoils, and even A big fight due to uneven distribution of spoils, alas, to think that such unsightly scenes may happen on the battlefield in the near future, even if the battle is won, it will be detrimental to dignity."

"Your Excellency, I'm going to find Borson and warn him to strictly enforce military discipline. If you lose face, Your Excellency the General, he won't be able to get the remaining half of the commission!"

said Mark Smith viciously.

"Hope your warning works."

General Kang Huali withdrew his gaze, picked up the binoculars, observed the opposite position through the lens tube, and then gestured for formation.

Fizen's troops moved slowly, and the main force followed the instructions of General Cornwallis, approaching the Midgard Colonial Army due south.

This army has a total of 4,000 troops, including 1,000 light cavalry, 1,000 heavy infantry with long spears, and 2,000 line infantry who have received strict training and are equipped with the powerful new magic crystal rifle.

On Midgard's side, the main force is just a group of rout soldiers who were driven out of the "Abyss Castle" fortress. The total number is less than 3,000. The weapons are mainly cold weapons such as sabers and spears, and the formation is equipped with magic crystal muskets. There is only one battalion of elite troops.

In the eyes of the young and vigorous Major Mark Smith, his own troops, equipment and firepower range are all in absolute advantage. He is personally commanded by the famous general Thomas Cornwallis, who was born in the noble family of Fizhen Martial Arts. The opponent is Lord Custis, who has been away from the battlefield for more than ten years and is plagued by illness, and the "butcher" who is hated by his Asa allies and has no plans. laval...

Based on this, Major Smith has every reason to make an optimistic assertion: This will be a battle without any suspense, and his side is completely "lying to win" rhythm!

...

At the same time when the Feizhen Corps launched an offensive, Joan was sitting cross-legged on a blanket in a temporary tent behind the position of the Volsung Corps stationed, with a "picture mirror" in front of him.

Heimdall supported Lord Custis and stood side by side behind Joan. The two looked over the young mage's shoulders and silently watched the scene reflected in the magic mirror.

Joan has used the "Eagle Eye Technique" to set up two invisible observation points over the battlefield, one of which is located above the main army led by Laval, and the other is located above the Asa mercenary position led by Uncle Logan.