Chapter 186 Charge

The heavy rain destroyed the gunpowder and turned the weapons of half of the Plato soldiers into clubs, but the weapons of the remaining half of the Plato soldiers remained faithful and reliable.

For the Plato army, the heavy rain's blow to morale was far greater than the actual loss of combat power.

"Platans! Show courage!" Officers at all levels tried their best to maintain order, running around the square and shouting: "Keep the formation!"

Sackler personally waved the eagle flag to boost morale.

"Steady! Children! Steady!" Sackler urged the musketeers to draw their swords and fight. His voice was so mute that he could not hear clearly. He was still shouting: "Hold your position! Even the devil can't touch a hair on your head! If Run away! It will eat you all!"

Compared with the astonishing momentum of the heavy rain, another blow suffered by Plato's army was very inconspicuous, but the damage caused was not inferior to the rain.

Within the four square formations, all the caster officers were incapacitated, and three officers had even lost consciousness.

The unconscious spellcasters were actually lucky, because those who were conscious were suffering from severe phantom pain, making life worse than death.

Lieutenant Roy screamed like a dying animal. He fell into the muddy water, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

The people next to him searched all over his body but could not find a single wound.

Roy himself felt as if he was being immersed in a boiling oil pan over and over again.

He was extremely conscious and consciously endured the unbearable severe phantom pain.

Others were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, watching Lieutenant Roy suffer but not knowing what to do.

Robert rushed over, took off his coat and covered the lieutenant.

The lieutenant colonel immediately cut off a section of his sleeve with a dagger, and ordered the soldiers around him to pry open Roy's clenched teeth, roll up the sleeve, and stuff it inside.

It was not only to prevent Lieutenant Roy from biting his tongue, but also to prevent him from making screams that would destroy the will of others.

Roy bit the ball of cloth and let out bursts of sobs. His seven-foot body curled up into a small ball under the cashmere coat.

"Carry the lieutenant into the center of the phalanx!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert, wearing a single coat with only one sleeve left, took over the military flag: "Protect him!"

The Palatine army used flags, bugles and snare drums to convey orders, but the messages carried by flags, orders and drums were limited.

More sophisticated on-the-spot command relies heavily on caster assistance.

Now all the caster officers in the phalanx are disabled, which means that the important means of battlefield communication for the Plato army has been destroyed.

The sound of rain, the sound of hooves, and the shouts all merged into one, and even if Sackler wanted to give any order, he couldn't convey it accurately.

Winters Montagne, the only remaining spellcaster in the Plato army, does not know this at this moment, and he is not in the phalanx.

Since the "link" was cut off early, Winters was not "overloaded" this time.

The phantom pain goes away just as quickly as it comes. He could still feel the stinging pain, but the intensity was not unbearable and he could still grit his teeth and hold on.

When Winters, Mason and others pushed the two cannons up the hillside, the Palatine army was at its most critical moment.

The four thousand-man phalanxes were compressed and bent, and the phalanx at the northern end was almost turning into a triangle.

But the Plattus were as tough as steel bars.

Under the huge external force, although the steel bars made a harsh rattling sound, they still held on and did not collapse.

Few war horses dared to crash into the forest of sharp spears, and the same was true for the Hurds.

The horses were in the way, so the fierce Centurion Hart simply dismounted and fought on foot.

With strong armor on their bodies, they used shields and scabbards to push away the spear points, squeezed into the forest of spears, and wielded scimitars to kill the Platoans.

Other brave Hurd soldiers followed suit, and the unarmored Hurds crawled into the space beneath the barrels of their guns.

Plato's sword and shield bearers rushed out of the phalanx to intercept the enemy, and the two sides fought in a rat fight in the forest of spears.

There were also Herd cavalry who jumped off their horses but did not engage in close combat. They used their special skills: [Strong bows and heavy arrows, shooting in the face at ten steps].

Rain will cause the compound bow to deglue, but it can still be used.

The Plato soldiers who lost the cover of their muskets simply had no way to fight back.

They could only watch as the Hurd archers drew their bows and nocked arrows against the tips of their spears, shooting at their eyes, armpits, calves and other parts that were not protected by armor - most of the pikemen only had half-armor.

Some Plato soldiers could not bear the pressure of watching themselves being shot. They roared and rushed out of the phalanx to kill the Hed archers.

But without the protection of the phalanx, they were immediately surrounded and killed by the Hud people.

Winters saw the white lion and several green feathers commanding on the west side of the phalanx. The red armor and green horses were particularly conspicuous in the rain.

Under their command, the Huds broke into the gaps between the square formations and forced each square formation to move outward.

Winters could see clearly at a glance: the White Lion was trying to divide the four square formations arranged in a T shape so that the four square formations could not cover each other, and then defeated them one by one.

The only hope of the Plato army was to concentrate its forces, put the four phalanxes together, and face the enemy with a large phalanx.

However, under the heavy oppression of the Hedians, the Platuan people did not dare to make any move at all.

The two sides are still fighting bloody battles, and all parties are under great pressure. Changing the formation at this time is tantamount to disrupting the position, which in turn gives the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The Platoans needed time... time to breathe.

The troops of the Jessica Brigade were gathering on the reverse slope of the hillside.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica used a few concise sentences to mobilize before the war.

To rescue the Szekely Ministry is to save ourselves.

If the main force loses the battle, victory in the separate battlefields has no meaning. The main force was wiped out, and the auxiliary force could not survive.

Mason and Winters were working around the cannon.

"Can the ammunition be used?" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica came over and asked.

"The shells are fine! There is only a little gunpowder left." Mason's lips trembled and he cursed tremblingly: "Damn it! What the hell is the weather! It rains when it says it will rain! This is winter!"

"Can it be launched?" the lieutenant colonel asked again.

"I can." Winters gritted his teeth and replied: "I use magic to light the fire through the cloth, as long as there is no water in the barrel."

"Okay, fight them all out!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica's tone was still lukewarm, and he left after saying a word.

His expression was the same as usual, expressionless, showing no emotion or anger, and his only remaining right eye was staring straight at the person.

But this face that people usually dare not look at directly brings a strange sense of stability to everyone at this moment.

The angry Mason kicked the carriage hard and said angrily: "If I can go home alive this time, I will never use this garbage frame again!"

Four cannons were set out, but only two were left on the battlefield.

Most guns, barrels and mounts need to be transported separately.

Some light artillery have gun carriages that can be towed directly.

But the four six-pound cannons used to defend the city were not available, so they were brought on ordinary carriages.

Even if there is a gun carriage, its [suspension] and [bearings] are not enough to support long-distance rapid movement.

These days' artillery carriages have wooden wheels and iron axles. They move like a turtle crawling, and the creaking sound can be heard a mile away.

They couldn't even keep up with the marching speed of the infantry, let alone march with Jashka's "Dragoon" group.

So the "Beautiful Daughters" - as Lieutenant Mason called his cannon - used makeshift gun carriages converted from manned carriages.

For ride comfort, the people carrier was equipped with expensive [belt suspension] and even more expensive [cage ball bearings] - original ball bearings.

Even with suspension and bearings, even if it is just transporting a light artillery weighing 450 kilograms, the bumps along the way will destroy both vehicles.

"Where are the armor-piercing grenades?" Winters suddenly remembered: "Are they wet?"

Mason poured the rainwater from his helmet next to his feet: "No, everything is fine. But as long as the rain doesn't stop, even you won't be able to use it."

The sight of the people on the battlefield was obstructed by the rain, and no one noticed for the time being that there was a group of Plato soldiers behind the hillside 600 meters away.

Mason held up a raincloth over the cannon and led the gunner to start loading.

"No!" Winters stopped Mason: "We probably only have one chance to fire... we can't do it here..."

At the critical moment, the five officers of the Jessica Brigade re-drafted the battle plan in the rain.

Mason yelled: "Damn it! Double charge! Two shells! Do it!"

All those who could ride were ordered to retrieve their horses, and Winters accidentally saw Pierre in the crowd.

Pierre Giladnovich Mitchell can no longer recognize the appearance of Mr. Dussac.

Today, Pierre has sunken eye sockets, thin cheeks, and high cheekbones.

He was frowning, holding a knife in his mouth, and silently and carefully adjusting the saddle.

The same goes for his companions, the laughing and joking children of Wolftown.

No, to be precise, they are no longer children.

Winters just blinked and they all grew up.

Noticing that the centurion was looking at him, Pierre took off his helmet and placed it on his chest, nodding in greeting.

Winters nodded as well.

The two of them greeted each other silently from a distance of more than ten meters.

Preparations were completed quickly.

With a dozen gunners in tow, Winters and Mason pushed the gun carriage down the hill while the others stood by on the reverse slope.

The fire door and muzzle of the cannon were covered with leather, and the barrel of the cannon was covered with raincloth.

All the people pushing the artillery carts were temporarily put on Hedzhajia. From a distance, they looked like a group of Heds.

In order to ensure that the cannon could be fired at any time, horses could not be used to drag it, and it was all driven by manpower.

Downhill first, Winters held on to the frame and carefully controlled the speed.

Then the slope slowed down and the march became increasingly difficult. Everyone shouted slogans in low voices and moved forward at walking speed.

Fifty meters, one hundred meters, two hundred meters...

It was obviously still raining, but everyone pushing the cannon cart was already sweating profusely.

There is hot sweat and there is cold sweat.

The further they pushed forward, the more frequently the Hurd Cavalry passed by.

The battlefield was noisy and chaotic, and most of the Hurd cavalry didn't bother to pay attention to the dozen or so people pushing carts, and passed dangerously by the artillery carts.

Occasionally someone from the Hurd would ask questions, but Winters would not let Bell answer. He just waved his hand at the other person through the rain and continued to push the cart.

The further they pushed forward, the closer the two cannons got to the cavalryman with red armor and blue horses.

When he was less than a hundred meters away from the sound of the red horse and green armor, Mason called everyone to stop.

The artillery lieutenant whispered: "Stop pushing, this distance is just right. If you push further, the killing range will be smaller."

Then, Mason squatted at the rear of the gun and began to adjust the shooting angle.

Winters, Mason, two gun carriages, and a dozen gunners were now almost among the Herds.

Groups of Hurd cavalry galloped past them. If they were spotted by accident, they would end up being shattered to pieces.

But this is the last resort. The Platonic phalanx is being disintegrated, and the only option is to make dangerous moves.

The gunners were stiff, looking down at the muddy water on the ground and swallowing saliva.

"Hurry up!" Winters gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you okay?"

"That guy is moving around!" Mason gritted his teeth and replied, "What should I do if he moves around?"

The red-armored and green-horse cavalry stood on a mound on the west side of the phalanx, pacing and beating as if giving orders.

Mason held the cannon and adjusted the angle slightly according to the opponent's movements.

The things you least expect to happen often happen when you least expect them to happen.

A red plume with more than a dozen cavalry rushed over and shouted angrily: "[Herd] You soldiers, how dare you risk fighting? Who is the leader?"

"[Herd] We are not in danger of fighting, our leader is an eagle!" Bell replied.

[Note: Eagle is a name frequently used by the Hud people]

The red feather's speed continued unabated: "[Hidden] There are too many eagles?! Which eagle?"

Seeing that Hong Feiyu was about to arrive, Winters was heartbroken. He grabbed Mason's shoulder and said, "I'm going to make him stop. You have to take aim!"

"How did you make him stop?" Mason was extremely surprised.

Winters took a deep breath and entered the spell-casting state.

He endured the remaining phantom pain and poured all his magic power into a roar: "Yasin!!!"

This roar exploded like thunder, and the sound waves swept across the wasteland, and the Hed people in Bianli City could hear it clearly.

The two sides who were fighting couldn't help but be stunned, and the red-armored and green-horse knight couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

Winters only felt warmth in his left ear, and when he touched it, there was already blood.

"[Hede language] Are you worthy of being called White Lion?" Hong Lingyu, who had regained consciousness, was furious.

"Are you ready?" Winters stared at Chi Jia.

"That's it!" Mason yelled, jumping to the other cannon.

Winters suddenly opened the muzzle skin and launched a fire technique on the gunpowder in the fire door through the rain cloth.

"boom!"

The gun mount was broken by the recoil, and sawdust flew into the air.

The cannon rose into the air - it was just tied to the wagon with ropes - and flew behind Winters.

The steel storm swept across the battlefield, and the cavalry on the right side of the red-armored cavalry was swept away, but the red-armored cavalry itself was unharmed.

The first shot missed, and Winters yelled, "Again!"

"Okay!" Mason yelled back.

The muzzle skin of the second six-pound bronze cannon was lifted.

"boom!"

Double charge, double shells.

The huge thrust of the gunpowder gas instantly pushed one hundred and fifty spherical lead bullets out of the gun barrel, and the recoil caused the gun to roll and bounce.

The bag containing the lead exploded at the muzzle, and one hundred and fifty lead bullets spread in mid-air and turned into a round cake-shaped cloud of bullets.

Like one hundred and fifty arrows, accompanied by the scream of death, they flew towards the red-armored rider.

The sudden change left no one with time to react.

The first artillery piece was still rolling in the air without landing.

"[Hedian] White Lion!" Only the Thousand Commander Owl instinctively pounced on the green gilded horse, using his body to protect the red-armored knight.

"Pu Chi", "Pu Chi", "Pu Chi"...

A series of terrifying sound of lead bullets entering flesh.

The lead bullet does not recognize white feathers, red feathers, and green feathers.

Buckshot does not distinguish between man and horse.

Lead bullets treat all living creatures equally.

Everyone around the red-armored knight—including himself—were knocked down.

The handsome green gilded horse was killed on the spot, and several other horses lay on the ground wailing.

"Cang!" The first fired artillery piece just landed.

"Kill!" Winters picked up the spear and knocked the red plume [Hurd Military Police] in front of him from his saddle.

"Kill!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica stabbed the horse in the ribs and took the lead and rushed out of the hillside.

"Kill!" Hussars, Dussac, mounted infantry... More than four hundred cavalry rushed out from behind the hillside following the one-eyed colonel.

The cavalry divided into two groups, with Jashka following on the left and Andre on the right, and they attacked from both sides towards the place where Yasin, the white lion, fell to the ground.

"[Hidden] White Lion! Save the White Lion!" The Hird man next to the soil bag rushed over like crazy.

The other Herd cavalry left their square formations and intercepted the Plato cavalry desperately.

Winters was stopped by the Hurds, and he watched helplessly as the Hurds at the dirt bunker put the red-armored leader who was still alive and dead on horseback and took him away.

"[Herd] The white lion is dead!" Bell shouted loudly: "[Herd] The white lion is dead!"

Everyone in the Jessica brigade followed what they had learned before [the white lion is dead] and shouted loudly.

Fear and hesitation began to spread among the Hud people.

More and more Hed people began to break away from the battle and rushed towards the Chihe tribe's main formation in the distance.

"Quickly enter the square!" Winters shouted to everyone.

He was not sure whether the white lion was dead or not.

Even if the White Lion dies, the Hed's troops still have an absolute advantage.

The unexpected reinforcements gave the Platoans a breath of relief. The four phalanxes, which were already on the verge of collapse, suddenly got a chance to regroup.

The Platuan people threw down the corpses and moved closer to the main formation where Szekele was.

"All parties' formations! No unauthorized action is allowed!" A dozen messengers rushed between the formations: "Musketeers! Pick up the spear! Anyone without a weapon in his hand will be killed!"

The wind will last forever, and the rain will last all day.

The rain was getting lighter quickly. After a fierce battle with the Hurd Cavalry, the cavalry of the Jessica Brigade retreated towards the square formation.

The Palatine army had not broken down its order in the bloody battle just now, but it was on the verge of collapse as soon as the fighting stopped.

Szekely sent out military police to execute more than a dozen people on the spot to stop the disorderly flow of Plato soldiers towards the formation.

The officer responsible for setting up the phalanx is called the phalanx leader, and this time the phalanx leader was served by Szekler himself.

The Super Lancers and Halberdiers were gathered first and began to rearrange.

The musketeers were on standby. Most of the musketeers were holding swords, and a small number of musketeers were holding long guns and heavy halberds found on the corpses.

The Jessica group stayed outside, and it was not their turn to enter the grand square yet.

Winters saw it in his eyes and felt anxious in his heart. This was the moment when the phalanx was at its most vulnerable, even more vulnerable than before.

Worse things happened next, and the rumble of horse hooves sounded again.

Hundreds of black-armored cavalry rushed out from the Chihe tribe's main formation and charged towards the Plato phalanx.

The one rushing at the front was the red-armored barbarian chieftain, but he had changed into a more conspicuous red horse.

More and more Hurd cavalry followed the red armored cavalry and rushed out of the formation.

The cavalry of the Red River Division's main formation, which had not been dispatched - the reserve force of the Herds - also joined the charge.

Finally, all of the Herd's cavalry, which had lost their organic form, were dispatched.

General Hurd obviously knew very well that if the grand phalanx was allowed to take shape again...it was still unclear whose morale would collapse first.

Although the Hedians were in chaos at this moment, the Plato army was even more chaotic.

General Hurd just wants to disrupt things with chaos.

The officers could no longer restrain the soldiers, and the Plattans poured into the large square formation one after another. The formation that had not yet been arranged was almost broken.

"Everyone with long weapons! Get outside!" Szekely shouted to the sky: "Arpad! If you don't come! We will all die here!"

The rain stopped completely at this moment.

Winters felt the ground tremble.

The Hurds are turning! Something must have happened!

"Our cavalry!" someone shouted in surprise.

Behind the Herd cavalry, thousands of Palatine cavalry were launching an overwhelming charge.

From a distance, it seems like a long line that is constantly moving and advancing.

Rows of horses galloped at high speeds, their manes fluttering in the wind. They lowered their heads as they charged, and the earth trembled under the horses' hooves, as if it was about to be torn apart in the next second.

Leading the charge was a squadron of Lancers, the last remaining heavily armored Lancers of the Alliance.

The lancers were flanked by lancers, followed by light cavalry.

Thousands of Plato's cavalry formed a huge wedge formation.

Unstoppable and irresistible.

Everyone on the battlefield who saw this with their own eyes will never forget the horror and magnificence of this charge for the rest of their lives.

At the forefront of the arrow, Major General Arpad raised his lance and shouted happily: "Come on! Children! Come on! Warriors of Plato! Szekler is still waiting for us to save his ass!"

The dark clouds parted, and a ray of sunlight shone on Arpad. His armor shone brightly, like a god.

The bugler blew the charge.

"Long live! Legion! Long live! Plato!" The Palatu cavalry roared the war cry that has brought fear and death to their enemies for hundreds of years: "Uukhai!"

The main force of Plato's army... was never infantry.

It's just that the main force's large detour took a while and took a while.

And Sackler's reliance has never been on phalanx tactics. Arpad was the reason why Sackler dared to face the Wankhede cavalry with a single legion.

Sackler and Arpad.

[Ice] and [Fire].

[Anvil] and [Heavy Hammer].

General János relied on these two weapons to sweep across the wasteland again and again.

Now, Plato's [Anvil] and [Heavy Hammer] will crush the Hed in one breath.

…

"Uukhai!" All the Palatuan people in the phalanx burst into tears.

Hurd's cavalry instantly fell into panic. Some of the cavalry turned around to attack, while some of the cavalry tried to leave the battlefield.

"The phalanx unfolds!" Szekler shouted: "Uukhai"

No one cared about the formation anymore. The Platuan people picked up the weapons at hand and killed the panicked Hedians.

Even the mounted infantrymen of the Jessica Brigade were excited, shouting and charging.

The cavalry from both sides collided violently.

The Hurd cavalry who turned around to fight was like butter cut by a hot knife, and was instantly divided into two halves.

The impact of the Hurd's horses was far inferior to Plato's heavy horses, and the Hurd's cavalry at the front almost collapsed at the first touch.

The Palatine cavalry rushed forward like scythes across the wheat fields, drawing their swords and slashing when their pistols were empty and their lances were out of hand.

Soon the momentum of the charge diminished and the battle turned into a melee.

Light cavalry, heavy cavalry, Palatine cavalry, and Herd cavalry were chasing and fighting in the vast wilderness. You came and I came.

Haugwitz led his heavy cavalry into the Chihe Division's main formation and went straight to the flag.

The old leader Tieduo put the injured white lion on his horse and fled in a hurry. He didn't even have time to pick up the horsetail flag.

The white lion was injured, but not fatally injured. The one who charged just now in red armor was the white lion's younger brother, the little lion.

Haugwitz charged all the way to the flag and knocked over the flagpole with his horse.

The morale of the Hurds on the battlefield completely collapsed and they fled in all directions.

Winters did not go after the fleeing enemy. He was very tired and just wanted to have a good sleep. Moreover, he seemed to be unable to hear in his left ear.

In fact, [Great Detour] is [Divided Attack and Combined Attack], which is a typical nomadic people's strategy. But since the Palatuan people are essentially settled nomads, it is reasonable for them to use this [anvil and hammer tactic].

This chapter is late, sorry. The main reason is that the battles have been deleted, deleted, modified, and no matter how I write it, I feel that it is not well written. The current version is not bad but it is okay...

Finally - the part after the exclamation point is added later. I wanted to leave blank space like a habitual criminal. I feel that the emotional foreshadowing is in place and everyone can make up their own minds. The next chapter can directly explain what happened after the war. But I remembered that some book friends had criticized this kind of flashback behavior, so I added these contents. I just don’t know how effective it will be... Please give me your feedback.

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