Chapter 681: Defeat 1

In the wide valley, the three armies of the Ordo side advanced step by step, with great momentum.

The light cavalry of the orc army continued the strategy just now.

Contact, disengage, contact again, and disengage again...

With their superb riding skills, they quickly adapted to the speed of the Ordo army's advance.

The orcs adopted a divide-and-rule strategy for the three armies, trying to induce them to gradually move away from each other.

The Ordo army on the battlefield was a coalition of leaders who hastily gathered in a short period of time, and the degree of mutual cooperation was far from tight.

The orc strategy worked quickly, and the distance between the three armies became farther and farther.

Catherine and other generals were not unaware of the orcs' intentions. On the surface, the situation on the battlefield was that the Austrian army was forcing the orc cavalry to retreat, but in fact it was the orc army that led the Austrian army by the nose.

The waving of the flag never stopped for a moment, trying to prevent the various parts of their own side from being too scattered, but the effect was quite limited.

Montreat, who commanded the central infantry, became secretly anxious.

But unlike Catherine and others, he was not anxious because he was led by his own orcs.

Montreat still believed that the spear infantry formation under his command could slaughter those barbarians without heavy armor protection.

What he was worried about was that the friendly forces that had bypassed the orcs would launch an attack soon - perhaps they were already on the way.

By that time, the Austrian army would be able to attack the orc army from the front and back.

But he wanted to gain more credit in this battle, and the troops under his command should become the main force to annihilate the orcs.

After struggling for a long time in his heart, he issued an order: "Speed ​​up the advancement, contact the enemy as soon as possible, and kill them!"

The morale of the infantry formation under his command suddenly increased, and there was a thunderous cheer.

From officers to soldiers, they ran forward with their legs, chasing the enemy in front with high fighting spirit.

Seeing their friendly forces advancing so vigorously, the knights on the left wing were no less eager to follow suit, and rode their horses to engage the approaching orc cavalry.

In this way, in addition to the capital army on the right wing, the other two armies formed by local armies were also disintegrating.

With the continuous advancement, they could no longer maintain the orderly state of one row after another at the beginning, but were in a mess like a market.

Catherine frowned, but she was also helpless.

The troops of these local lords usually stayed in their respective territories, and only gathered together in a small scale when they agreed to hunt to hone their cooperation with each other.

And this was an opportunity for training that only knights and their followers could have. As for those temporarily recruited peasant soldiers, it was already very difficult to get them to line up neatly, and it was a fantasy to get them to maintain their formation during the advancement.

Catherine could only order her direct troops to be vigilant so that they could immediately provide assistance in case of an accident.

General Callum, the commander of the orcs, looked at the masterpiece of his own army with satisfaction.

"Begin hunting!"

The flags beside him were waved heavily, conveying the general's will.

The orc light cavalry, which had been close to the Austrian infantry phalanx, suddenly began to retreat rapidly.

"The orcs are avoiding our edge. They lost, and we won!"

Everyone was excited to see the enemy retreat.

The scattered retreat of the orcs made people think of words like rout.

The soldiers held their spears and took big steps to chase the enemy desperately.

"The orcs retreated?"

Catherine was also puzzled.

[Feign defeat] is a job that tests the overall quality of the army. If you are not careful, you will become a real defeat.

Most battlefield commanders dare not use this trick easily.

"Continue to cover the infantry's advance!"

Catherine gave an order.

"Your Highness, there is an army attacking from the right!"

A cry attracted Catherine's attention elsewhere.

The princess quickly raised the telescope and looked to the right.

The flying dust filled the field of vision in the frame, and a cavalry in a tight formation was running towards them.

This was not to harass, but to fight a decisive battle - it was easy to draw such a conclusion from the opponent's posture.

"Meet the enemy!" Catherine ordered loudly.

No longer caring about covering the infantry, the Royal Capital Knights immediately adjusted their formation and prepared to fight against the aggressive orc cavalry.

"Send a message to Alanbru and Montreat, let them stop advancing!" Catherine did not forget to notify the other two military formations.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one content, one book, one bar!

The orc cavalry attacking from the side was like an iron hammer, being manipulated by an invisible hand and swung fiercely.

The well-trained Royal Capital Knights were not afraid at all, and they quickly formed a rectangular square formation.

Catherine nodded to the bugler beside her, and the loud bugle sounded immediately.

The knights urged their mounts under the command of the trumpet, and the horses began to run at a slow pace.

The trumpet gradually increased the tempo, and the horses also quickened their pace, from jogging to running, and were about to meet the orc cavalry.

Catherine raised her hand, and the rhythm of the trumpet suddenly increased. The knights who still maintained the formation also suddenly accelerated, and the horses ran rapidly with their four hooves almost in the air.

This situation only lasted for a few breaths, and the cavalry of both sides collided fiercely.

The violent collision sounds that made people feel painful came from the junction of the two armies.

Spears broke, armor shattered, screams from the wounded... countless things like this happened in an instant.

"Ah!"

An orc who was obviously much stronger than his companions raised his head to the sky and roared, his only remaining eye emitting a cruel green light.

He held a chain and a steel knife in his left hand, and rushed into the army formation and slashed and killed wantonly. Anyone who encountered this guy was either dead or injured.

The orc soldiers following him were like chicken blood, and each of them was brave enough to be the first.

"Stop them!"

Klein shouted, and then he raised his lance and went towards the terrible orc.

"Die!"

The orc slashed Klein's lance with a knife, and the recoil from it made him feel painful.

"Clang!"

The lance was blocked by someone, so Klein simply gave up, drew out the long sword at his waist, and continued to fight.

The two cavalrymen who collided with each other fought fiercely, causing huge casualties to each other.

At this time, the three parts of the Austrian army had become three points on an equilateral triangle, and the infantry in the middle was at the top of the triangle. The three parts were also far apart.

"Forward! Forward!"

Montrett, who was commanding the army to advance, was so excited that he did not notice that the Royal Capital Knights, who were protecting their right wing, had fallen into a tough battle.

Rumble!

The ground began to tremble slightly, as if a giant beast was running in front.