Chapter 702: Hold on steady
The soldiers on the outermost layer of the phalanx used their bayonets to block the orcs' swords, providing cover for the soldiers on the inner layer. The soldiers on the inner layer took over the loaded muskets, and then Aim, pull the trigger, and boom! Brilliant blood flowers bloomed wherever you pointed.
The innermost soldier is responsible for loading ammunition to ensure continuous firepower output for his companions.
The daily rigorous training has worked. At such a close distance, almost everyone has perfect shots. In addition to the cavalry on horseback, larger war horses are also excellent targets.
The orc cavalry followed the gaps between the phalanxes and entered, but they soon discovered that no matter which direction they went around, there were human soldiers shooting at them with that terrible fire-breathing weapon. The orcs in the two square formations found that they would be attacked from both directions.
They will use their riding skills to the extreme, attacking, provoking, shooting arrows, trying to bite a corner of the phalanx, but all human soldiers will remain motionless and not flinch. If a soldier is killed or injured, the people behind will be affected. Immediately replace him in his original position.
The lure strategy of breaking away in one blow also didn't work. No one would fight outside the phalanx. In fact, there was no need. The orcs found that the fire-breathing weapons in the hands of human soldiers had a much longer range than their short bows. , and their war horses can never outrun those deadly projectiles.
Armor can effectively protect bows and arrows, but it is useless against these projectiles that are so fast that the trajectory is almost invisible to the naked eye.
There were loud explosions, a large number of muskets were fired, and thick smoke filled the battlefield. The orc cavalry in the smoke could not see their companions in the distance. In the smoke, there were only deadly projectiles that kept shooting. .
Such a strange combat environment makes people think that humans have used weird witchcraft.
The infantry's fear of the cavalry is not only because of the opponent's amazing momentum when attacking, but also because of the lack of means to counter the opponent.
If you have a Metal Storm next to you, or are driving a tank, no matter how many cavalry you have, they are just a pile of meat in your eyes.
Although the Arda soldiers only held flintlock guns, after continuous iterative improvements, they had already broken away from the category of primitive firearms. In terms of range and power, they had surpassed the short bows used by the orcs on horses. The orc cavalry's one-hit-and-distant combat approach didn't work. Horses couldn't outrun bullets, and pulling the trigger was easier than turning the horse's head.
How to overcome the fear of fearful things, just find that the other party can also be killed.
The Arda soldiers recovered from their initial panic and began to respond to the enemy's attack calmly.
They drew most of the onslaught of Orc cavalry.
The friendly soldiers on both wings could vaguely see the Arda people being "swamped" by the orc cavalry through the gunpowder smoke. They were terrified at first. If the Arda people in the middle were defeated, there is no doubt that the entire Orc The army will be divided into two parts that cannot coordinate with each other.
The officers were hesitant to move their men towards the center to support the Ardas - and some brave men had even begun to move.
Schroeder discovered their movements in time and immediately sent someone to rush over and strictly ordered them not to move rashly.
They soon had no time to worry about the Arda soldiers, because the orc cavalry also began to attack them. According to the predetermined plan, the friendly forces also deployed a hollow square formation like the Arda army, with archers protected in the middle and dense spears pointing in four directions. In fact, their spears were more effective at fending off cavalry charges than the bayonets of the Arda soldiers.
The fierce battle lasted for a long time, and the friendly forces were surprised to find that the Arda army in the middle actually held on, attracting the main force of the orc cavalry like a magnet.
Although the bad environment prevented them from seeing clearly, the sound of musket shooting was easily heard. The sound like exploding beans did not stop for a quarter of an hour. Correspondingly, injured orc cavalry continued to appear. Hastily evacuated from the smoke.
This greatly encouraged them. This battle was about to end.
Those orc cavalry who bravely inserted themselves into the gaps between the phalanxes were the most unfortunate. The cross fire from both sides caused them heavy casualties, and some people kept falling off their horses.
Due to the obstruction of the smoke, many people lost their way, and even scattered orc cavalry rushed near Paul and others. They were killed or captured by the guards because of their weak strength. "Send him here."
Paul greeted the guards.
A prisoner who had just been captured was escorted by soldiers to him.
Paul looked at him with interest. This was the first time he had seen the orcs in this world, and the second race other than humans. He had also seen a dwarf before, a guy who was obsessed with regaining the position of patriarch. He didn't know how his prince's revenge was going. How's it going?
The orc in front of him is a tall guy, tall and strong, with a back as broad as a panel, and dense hair can be seen through the gaps in the armor.
The prisoner tried to struggle, but soon got a good beating. Although the orcs were very strong, the Arda soldiers who served as Paul's guards were also carefully selected tough men, not to mention his hands were tied.
His legs were kicked hard and he was forced to kneel down. Two guards pressed his back hard so that he could no longer stand up.
"Humans, you...you..." The orc with two purple eye sockets refused to admit defeat. "You have used evil black magic, you are despicable!"
Paul laughed, "An uninvited and annoying guest has no right to say such things!"
Then his voice changed. Leng, "Let me ask you, how many orcs entered Aldo's territory? How many came from this way to the northwest?"
The orc was punched in the face, blood was coming from both nostrils, and the hair on his face was stuck together with blood.
This guy still said stubbornly: "Human, you don't want me to say a word. The brave Aguzar will not betray his kind."
Paul was planning to let his men continue Beating him to death, a figure next to him rushed towards him with a roar.
It's the mage Dessen who swore allegiance to him not long ago. Before setting off, this guy volunteered himself and will follow him whether or not he lives.
"Lord Grayman! Please hand over these hairy bastards to me! I will take out every word they know, and I can even recall what happened in their mother's womb."< br>
"You?" Paul looked at the mage's face full of hope. This guy seemed to be very eager to express himself.
“You can let him try.” Mariana suggested to her son, “Desen is a mage who specializes in spiritual aspects.”
Ah, by the way, his mother’s words gave Paul a hint. Wake up, this guy should be good at interrogating information.
"Well, you will be responsible for interrogating them."
Paul's words made Dessen overjoyed, "I will definitely satisfy you, Lord Graiman."
At this time, the situation on the battlefield changed again.
The cavalry on the left and right flanks of the Orcs rushed over, intending to support the stalemate in the middle army. The left and right flanks of the Austrian army were also cavalry, so naturally they would not let them do what they wanted, and rode their horses to attack.