Chapter 414 Notice

Richard locked onto a front-line commander, who was leading a column to his high ground. He was waving his sword, obviously different from ordinary soldiers.

How to attack and get away safely? Just as Richard was thinking about his spells and confirming whether there were any spellcasters around the commander, a gunshot suddenly rang in his ears, and the target in the telescope fell to the ground!

Did the hunter next to me shoot? Richard looked back in surprise and found that the hunter was just like hunting in the mountains. He didn't use a telescope, but squinted one eye to aim and shoot.

Richard also noticed that there was not much gunpowder rising from the barrel.

"Why are you still standing there? Let's go. You have to change places after firing a shot, don't you understand?" The hunter patted the wet leaves around him and was about to leave the high ground.

Before leaving, he took another look at the enemy's troops. The column dispersed after losing its commander, but still moved towards the imperial army.

"Just as I thought, it's useless to kill a small leader." The hunter muttered.

Richard, whose head was robbed, became interested: "Why?"

"The Kingdom's army now is a bit like our Chasseur Corps. They disperse their forces and don't need to maintain formation. They just charge forward. The death of a soldier is no different from the death of a small leader. The squad can make their own decisions."

The National Guard infantry, which changed from a column to a skirmisher formation, was still charging, and the Empire's cavalry interspersed among them only received a response from bullets. In the original plan, the Empire's infantry and cavalry should be "anvils" and "hammers", but the "hammers" hammered into the loose "cotton", not without killing, but the effect was greatly reduced.

Soon, the Kingdom's cavalry also began to support, and they were elite grenadiers. They were all wearing plate armor and cut off the route of the Empire's cavalry's retreat, like a hammer falling, but losing the possibility of lifting it up again.

"Damn rainy day!" Facing the approaching enemy, the front row of the Empire began to curse the weather.

Although it was a flintlock rifle, the water still made the probability of the Empire's misfire soar, giving the skirmishers better space to charge. The new recruits of the National Guard received little training, but only one simple and crude principle was deeply engraved in their minds - within 20 seconds of the enemy reloading, they must advance at least 55 steps.

The flexible skirmishers charged, and when the gun line was dense, they looked for cover or lay directly in the mud. When the firepower in front was slightly weaker, they stood up and ran forward desperately. It didn't matter if the guns were misfired, as long as they could get in front of the imperials, they would still have cheap bayonets to serve them.

In the rain and mud, a hand-to-hand combat without any elegance began. Blue and gray uniforms rolled in the mud, and blood fell into the trampled and rotten surface. The Valois army advanced and the imperial army retreated.

As the front line retreated, the imperial artillery positions were exposed to the range of the Valois field guns. Under repeated precise strikes, the imperial artillery stopped their function, and the remaining cannons were dragged to try to withdraw from the battlefield.

The imperial general and his staff witnessed the continuous collapse of the front line. They did nothing wrong, and they were commanding the battle according to the manual as before, but the enemy had changed, becoming strange and strong.

The general was still calm: "Where are our spellcasters? The enemy was able to quickly cut off our cavalry and accurately lock the artillery positions. Obviously, there were mages helping. Can we call on secret weapons?"

The accompanying mage on the side shook his head: "Since the last battle, we have begun to re-evaluate the way to put the magic-forbidden device on the battlefield. In order to prevent the technology from falling into the hands of the enemy, you will not see it today or in the next few days."

"What about our spellcasters? Can it work?"

"In fact, there is no sign that the mages of both sides are on the battlefield. From the last battle, whoever is exposed first will be concentrated, so they can't expose themselves easily."

The removal of special clothing and integration of the spellcasters in the army is only the first attempt of the reform. Now the mages themselves realize that in battles involving magic, information gap is the decisive factor. When both sides are scattered and hidden in the crowd, the mage who exposes himself first will be at a disadvantage and the enemy will find a way to deal with it and attack it in a concentrated manner. So the military mages, like Richard, began to act cautiously and covertly.

The general was dissatisfied, but it was not easy to attack the mages: "Humph, you can continue to wait until the enemy reaches the headquarters!"

"But you are right about one thing. The enemy's actions today were very fast. Although the infantry adopted a loose formation, the transmission of instructions seemed to be very fast and the command was accurate, making the enemy particularly flexible. For example, just now, our first and second infantry lines were broken, and the other infantry units of the enemy immediately moved towards the breakthrough point."

Among the military mages, those who can serve as staff officers, in addition to paying attention to other mages, also have military qualities. He keenly discovered that the reason for the defeat of the Imperial Army in today's battle seemed to be that the command efficiency was suppressed, and the speed and accuracy of the dispatch of the two armies were one section behind.

This is really contrary to common sense. The other side is obviously composed of the Rebel Army with a very short training time. Now, from the battlefield, who is the professional army?

"Is it magic? It must be magic!"

"Maybe, I'll find out."

"It's not enough to figure out what's going on. The important thing is to solve them! Solve this problem, otherwise it will cost us our lives!" The general slapped the map heavily. The last time he slapped the table was when he drove "Turtle Richard" out.

Richard tried to break through the enemy's rear, and he locked on a new target. The caster noticed that an enemy front-line officer was standing with a soldier who was carrying a strange big package.

The soldier took the package off. From his movements, it looked very heavy. A thin metal rod extended from the top, and there was a joystick on the side. The officer opened and closed his mouth, and the soldier pulled the joystick with one hand and manipulated something with the other hand. It seemed that the package was connected to the package with a soft wire.

The hunter continued to walk with Richard, because he was able to choose the same high ground as him, which showed that Richard also had a good eye. Now the hunter squinted his eyes and looked at the enemy officer and the soldier.

"Grab that thing." The hunter suddenly spoke, and his tone was like that of Colonel Richard's superior.

Seeing that Richard was unmoved, he was a little anxious: "Aren't you a mage? That thing must be very important, go quickly."

"You know I'm a mage?"

"Oh, isn't it obvious? Look at the box again, it must be made by your kind. First, there will be no extra things on the battlefield, and second, the weirder the thing, the more powerful it is. This is the experience I summed up in the legion, and it can't be wrong."

Do you have a lot of strange things in your Byrne Legion? Richard didn't know where the hunter's concept came from, but he recognized the hunter's experience at the moment.

Suddenly, his figure began to blur. He could not be completely invisible, but it seemed to be enough in the chaotic battlefield. After adding [Spirit Armor], Richard spread his legs and started running.

The last step, [Arcane Vision] confirmed that there were no magic items near the officer and the soldier, not even the strange box. But this did not interrupt Richard's action. Suddenly, thick, toxic smoke enveloped the target. Richard directly slapped it on the backpack and absorbed it with the storage ring.

At the same time, behind the imperial army, three mages were preparing to cast a collective spell. On rainy days, they chose the same idea as the kingdom mages in the capital of the Condi region - trying to summon thunder in the rain clouds to bring large-scale casualties to the enemy.

The mage who presided over the collective casting was proficient in meteorology and lightning spells. He was feeling the "field" in the earth and the sky. A large net woven by three people's magic was spread out as much as possible and converted into a subtle electric current.

If there was a dense charge in the sky, he would feel it and start to attract lightning from there. At that time, the "magic power grid" will be gathered into barrels, emitting currents in rings, forming a small pilot channel, creating a weak spot in the air, inducing the charge to break through, thus forming lightning.

There is no legendary magic weapon, nor is he a great wizard. This wizard relies on knowledge to pry the wrath of nature with tiny human power.

However, this "power grid" actually captured a regular signal.