Chapter 570 You fight for me
Prince Condai withdrew from the Tuqiu area, and the Salvation Army's transformation was completed while the mercenaries witnessed the inaction.
Although the twelve legions can still be arranged in a staggered row in front and back, the north-south direction of the river beach is narrower than the horizontal east-west direction.
Therefore, each legion had to split the army into teams of fifty to occupy more mounds and highlands.
There were probably fifty to two hundred people on each mound.
They can be roughly divided into three lines: left, center and right. The total strength of each line is 4 legions.
At this time, Sternberg and Griffin also led the mercenaries to occupy the mound. The two mercenary leaders had dark complexions at this moment, and the veins on their foreheads were beating slightly.
Just after a forward battle, they each lost nearly 300 soldiers. Griffin was better off, and with the help of Prince Condai's east wind, he still made some gains.
However, because the mound on which Sternberg attacked was relatively steep, he was held up by the spear formation, causing the gunmen on both sides to shoot hard, with only single-digit results.
This group of farmers is very evil. Even if they have a crossbow that blows the devil's wind, they can also shoot fireballs and a scream grenade that affects people's spirits.
If Prince Kong Dai hadn't personally held down the formation with the order, they would all have wanted to run away.
"How to fight? His Royal Highness is here to urge you again." Sternberger pulled a long horse face, "Let's do this, I will hit the steeper center line, and you will hit the slower right line."
Griffin looked him up and down: "Why didn't I hit the center line?"
"I'm taking care of you, brother." Sternberg replied with a smile.
"No need to take care of me. I'll come to the center line, and you go to the river beach." Griffin rolled his eyes at him. There were fireball crossbows and big eagle-like spring-loaded guns on the left and right lines, but he didn't want to go there.
Although the center line is a bit steeper, it is better than facing that terrifying big gun.
Griffin had seen with his own eyes the scene of flesh and blood splattered and limbs flying everywhere.
"Okay, but you can't come up and take the credit just because I've defeated the enemy." Sternberg said something sinister to him, and then led his mercenaries towards the right-line mound.
After redeployment, the several mounds in front of the Salvation Army were filled with mercenaries.
Due to the terrain, they were also divided into several small teams, each with about four to five hundred people.
Fearing a flank attack from the knights on the highlands, the Salvation Army did not launch an attack.
Half an hour later, Prince Condai finally blew the horn when he saw the North cavalry beginning to advance towards the command company on the high ground.
After the forward battle, the battle officially entered the stage of head-to-head infantry duel.
The blazing sunshine spreads warmth, and the gentle scale light ripples on the river, taking the clumps of white clouds in the sky into your mind.
The new buds on the branches swayed with the roar and the cold wind of early spring. Sparrows and black swallows stood on the branches, tilting their heads and looking towards the loud area.
Under the trees in the mounds and depressions, there are still piles of black old winter snow, exuding a cold atmosphere, but at this moment, these snows are almost dyed red by the hot blood and melted.
"Charge!"
"Woo! Wow! (For the king! West Coast windmill accent.)"
"For freedom!"
"Long live the Thousand Valleys!"
Scenes of carnage abounded in the hollows, slopes and mounds.
The ferocious double swordsman chopped off the war monk's head with his long sword. Blood stained half of his black armor. Before he could be happy, a burst of lead bullets knocked him down the slope.
The heavy corpse fell from the sky and instantly tripped up a barbarian sword and shield soldier in the depression. A heavy crossbowman not far away poked his head out from behind the large shield and accurately shot him in the throat.
The crossbowman squatted down excitedly and struggled to string the heavy crossbow. But as soon as he raised his head, he saw seven or eight balls falling.
The next second, amid the harsh buzzing sound, he stretched his neck blankly, his bare head emitting sunlight, and instantly became the target of the holy gunmen's fire.
The moment he was hit in the head by a lead, the crossbowman finally came out of his trance. The last scene he saw before he died was hundreds of mail-armored soldiers wearing red, yellow, and blue robes, desperately climbing up the mound, like a big winding snake.
Scenes like this took place on all the dozens of surrounding mounds, with arrows, flying axes, and lead flying over everyone's heads.
Killing crazy, completely killing crazy.
Soldiers on both sides kept climbing, gritting their teeth, rushing to the top of the slope with lead and arrows, and then pushing the gun array like a snail to push down the enemy troops on the top of the slope.
The double-paid swordsman jumped and slashed again and again, cutting off the heads of the Salvation Army one after another.
The prancing soldiers rolled around at the soldiers' feet, inserting daggers and blood into the mercenaries' thighs or lower abdomens.
After occupying a mound, either side must quickly gather reinforcements and push down the soldiers trying to retake the mound.
Every time the mercenaries finally pushed the team to the top of the slope, clock bullets or fireballs fell from the sky, followed by the spearmen pushing back up.
Every time the Salvation Army occupied the top of the slope on the mercenary side, they could see Prince Condai or Alfors arriving like lightning with the command company, defeating the Salvation Army infantry.
But when the command company wanted to pursue the victory, fireball crossbows or falcon cannons were pushed forward, and countless iron sand, lead bullets and stones were shot out, shattering the knights' attempts again and again.
Blood flowed from the top of the slope to the depression at the bottom of the slope, even forming small blood streams and blood ponds.
If one is not careful, a blood-sucking vine will rise from the blood to whip or restrain nearby mercenaries and double-paid swordsmen.
Under the protection of the demon hunters, the monks climbed tremblingly to the top of the mound and cut off the mana channel between Catherine and the blood-sucking vine.
On the battlefield, there are those who are resting and those who are constantly grinding meat for fighting.
Although the situation looked anxious, La Cunho on the high ground could see clearly that the balance of victory was tilting towards the side of the Salvation Army.
These elite mercenaries and knights most often fight with large legions on the Great Plains, and are not suitable for such small unit operations.
On the contrary, the guards and sergeants performed well.
Compared with mercenaries and guards, the mobilization of the Salvation Army is very orderly. The front army retreats, the rear army covers, and there is a rotation system.
The flags on the mound were constantly moving, and the war monks who had been fighting for a long time were quickly rotated to the rear to bandage their wounds and meditate to restore their holy power.
This kind of repeated mobilization was originally a high-end operation, and the requirements for the commander were quite high, because gaps would be exposed if not careful.
The two chapter leaders who can dominate the battlefield situation have made almost no mistakes from the beginning to the present.
Even if a few mistakes were made occasionally, those low-level officers and soldiers took the initiative to make up for them.
Lacunio looked at it with envy. He didn't know where the monster found such a good infantryman.
I really don’t understand. They have never been to Moulin Rouge Village. Does it have some magic power?
First, two geniuses, Demon Horn and Witch Jeanne, were selected, and then two people were randomly selected, both of whom were capable of being commanders of an army.
Lacunho had to admit that the president of the Salvation Army was also a wonderful person.
Engage in large army battles on the plains with the guards and sergeants who are good at fighting small armies, and engage in meat-crushing battles with small armies with Prince Condai and others who are good at fighting large armies.
Every time, the enemy would be confused and start punching the Salvation Army's iron fist with their testicles.
If the fight continues like this, even if the extraordinary level can crush the Salvation Army, their side will definitely become more and more tired and eventually collapse.
We can't continue to spend money like this.
"Edmund, you lead the army to disperse these horse archers first, and then entangle the opponent's wind-up gun knights." Lacunio commanded calmly, "Galian, you are ready to wander to the edge of the highlands. Once When you hear the sound of a big gun being fired from the left line, charge immediately
The remaining mercenary knights go to the mound battlefield area below to support our mercenaries. ”
(End of chapter)