Chapter 301 Hussite Chariot

The early morning fog gradually dispersed.

The mess on the battlefield was revealed.

The black-robed soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, stripping off the clothes and armor of the dead, and gathering the horses and pack animals that had not escaped. This was also a great addition to the limited baggage they carried.

This battle had the right time, place and people. Among the enemies, there were only three to four hundred Jurchens. The rest were Khitan, Han people, Bohai people and other servants. Our losses were not great.

Lothar frowned and said to Jeanne: "Flin, Nina, Prajna and the others are not with you?"

"Tch, you can remember them, so why don't you ask Hans, Coors, Captain Hogg?"

Lothar said helplessly: "Okay, let's ask the head office now."

Jeanne smiled and said in a calm tone: "They are not here. I estimate that they have not entered the combat record - this is normal. Who told me that the target of this test is me."

"This is a bit difficult to handle."

Lothar frowned: "I'll take a break."

He came to the side and sat down on the slope. He was now in a superposition state of being both strong and weak. If he exploded with all his strength regardless of the consequences, the dragon's breath or the holy spear would be quite powerful abilities.

But his mental power is limited, and he can use some small skills such as fireball. However, if he uses a big move, he will feel that his mental power is stretched thin.

"Speaking of which, that golden captain is really powerful, even more powerful than La Hire of our time."

Lothar said calmly: "It's normal. We had just experienced a large-scale witch hunt at that time, and the extraordinary people either disappeared or fled overseas."

At this time.

Two Varangian guards escorted a rough-looking man towards this side.

"Sir, when we were cleaning the battlefield, we found this coward who was pretending to be dead."

The two men roughly pushed the prisoner to the ground. The man was not wearing a helmet and was wearing an old Zha armor. His face was filled with fear: "Don't kill me, don't kill me. I'm from Song Dynasty, not a Tatar."

Lothar nodded and said, "Give you a chance to live. Next, I will ask and you will answer. As long as you are willing to tell me all the information you know, I promise to spare your life."

The prisoner hurriedly kowtowed and said: "I do! I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have never met my master. There is nothing I can do to work for the golden man. If you don't give up, I am willing to do the work of a dog and a horse."

Lothar looked weird, I thought you wanted to worship me as your adoptive father.

"May I have your name?"

"Sir, my name is Liu San, you can just call me San'er."

Lothar asked again: "Whose subordinates are you?"

When Liu San heard this, he quickly drew a clear line: "Sir, I am not a Tatar. I am a signing army (can be understood as cannon fodder) who was brought in by them. I lead the way for them, raise horses, and I have to climb the city first. , this armor was rewarded to me by enduring the humiliation and pleasing the Tatar general."

Lothar frowned. He could tell that Liu San was not lying. He was not what he used to be. Even if the Prajna lie detector was not around, most people couldn't deceive him.

"I didn't ask you these things, it's important."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Liu San responded hurriedly: "This group of Tatars is a partial army under the command of the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom. They only have less than one powerful soldier."

"The fourth prince of the Kingdom of Jin."

Lothar looked stern, isn't this their goal, Jin Wushu!

He said in a deep voice: "How many troops are there in the headquarters of the Fourth Prince of Jin Kingdom, and how many partial troops are sent out like this?"

Liu San was stunned and thought hard for a while before tentatively saying: "The troops of the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom must have at least more than 5,000 people, but there are a few partial armies for a villain like me, how can they be qualified?" Know this secret."

Lothar raised his hand, and the shining cross sword appeared.

Liu San's tone immediately became high-pitched: "Sir, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me! I don't want to surrender to the Tatars, I just want to survive."

Liu San's body was trembling. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was not dead. Instead, the rope that bound him had been cut.

Lothar turned the silver sword in his hand into a cross again and hung it around his neck. He said casually: "Seeing that you are quite honest, just follow me and lead my army during this period. Don't worry, I am not a Jurchen Tatar. I will not Forcing you to go to the battlefield."

Liu San narrowly escaped death, his face covered with snot and tears, and he kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, sir, for sparing me this humble life."

Lothar waved his hand, motioning for Liu San to stay away, and said to Jeanne: "Did you hear that, this Jin Wu Shu only has 5,000 soldiers and horses in his headquarters, and there is a high probability that they are iron pagodas, kidnapper horses, etc." Elite, do you have a way to deal with it?"

Jeanne looked solemn, shook her head and said: "Not sure."

She had just seen the power of the Iron Buddha. Even though it was caught off guard and was attacked unexpectedly in this thick fog, it still exerted a strong combat power. If she and Lothar were not there, they would definitely be surrounded by it.

If there were thousands of people charging in the plains and wilderness, she didn't think there was any possibility of victory for her side.

The only option is to set up an ambush and sneak attack.

But the real woman is not an idiot. At least the sentries and scouts know what to do. It is almost impossible to hide an ambush army without the help of Fringilla's blood magic?

Lothar thought for a while and came up with a simple plan.

"Let's all gather together, it's time for us to set off."

"Do you have a plan?"

"It can only be said to be a prototype. This Jurchen punched the Khitan and stepped on the Song Dynasty. It is the time of arrogance and arrogance. It is not difficult at all to lure them into a trap and fight with us."

"The difficulty is that the enemy will most likely not enter dangerous areas such as swamps, canyons, and mountains that are not conducive to the performance of the cavalry. Once our whereabouts are exposed, whether to fight or retreat, the initiative will be handed over to the enemy.

Although Jin Wushu was not a first-rate general in history, he was by no means a fool. "

Most of Lothar's army are infantry. Once bitten by the enemy, it will be difficult to escape.

"Even if it's just a prototype, let's talk about it and let me give you some advice."

"I want to try to use Hussite chariots to deal with the enemy's cavalry, use chariot barriers to limit the enemy's impact speed, and artificially arrange traps such as spikes, slings, and iron caltrops to limit the enemy's impact speed. As long as the enemy's main force is entangled, You then lead all the cavalry and flank them from behind. Whether it is to attack the enemy's general or something else, it all depends on your decision."

Jeanne couldn't help but frown: "It's really just a prototype."

Lothar smiled and said: "Ha, how can there be so many seamless plans? When it comes to the battlefield, it is nothing more than adapting to circumstances."

Why is the status of cavalry getting higher and higher than that of infantry? It’s nothing more than the word “machine change”!

"Let's go, we have to go to the nearby Song city to seek their help. We definitely don't want their soldiers and horses, but we still need their help in building the supplies, including the chariots and other weapons."

Jeanne asked curiously: "How do you convince Song people to help you?"

"Did you see those?"

Lothar pointed to the Jurchen heads that he ordered his soldiers to cut off: "In the eyes of many Song people, this Jurchen is already an invincible monster. We will give these heads to some local officials or military officials." In the hands of the general, such a meritorious service, not only the title of a prince, but also a great wealth, isn't it enough for them to organize the manpower to help me?"

"Tch, aren't you afraid of those Song people taking advantage of others? After all, you are just a barbarian in their eyes."

Lothar frowned: "Don't follow Flingilla and learn those bad habits of 'cutting and cutting' all day long - as for the gangsters, don't think about it. They don't even dare to deal with the Jurchens, so why do they dare?" Are you an enemy of General Qin like me?"

For the Song Dynasty, Lothar's feelings were quite complicated. He was both sad for its misfortune and angry for its indifference.

Jeanne said faintly: "Perhaps it is precisely because they are frightened by the Jurchens and are already planning to surrender that they absolutely dare not help you, a 'traitor' who dares to go against the Jurchens?"

Lothar was slightly startled, but it was indeed possible.

"Then it depends on whether our swords and spears are sharp or not."