Chapter 65 Betting on the fate of the country (4)
“Have the ropes been tied?”
Victor, the commander of the first brigade of the first division of the Black Hat Army, looked towards his nine command companies shouted the company captain.
"It's tied." The nine command companies shouted in unison.
The belts around their waists are all tied with ropes to ensure basic orderliness when marching and charging.
"Commander Coleman, does this count as cheating?" Touching the rope, a Black Hat Army company captain asked.
Slapping the young man next to him on the back of the head, Coleman scolded: "With such a weak tone, I thought you were a Guardsman!"
"The Guards are nothing like that. What?”
“The guards are just older because of their seniority?”
This topic quickly resonated with everyone present, and they all complained. The ground cursed.
After all, the Guards always eat more and occupy more, and there are only so many resources. If the Guards eat more, the Black Hat Army will eat less, so they will naturally be jealous.
The black hats keep their words but they know it in their hearts.
As the direct legion of the Pope, the equipment and combat effectiveness of the Guards are much higher than them.
Besides, he was the one who prevented the rebellion, and there were many people on his side who were participants in the rebellion.
In order to prove their loyalty to His Majesty the Pope and clear their stains, the captains of the Black Hat Army did not hesitate to use some extra tricks.
That's the rope chain.
Since it’s not neat enough, wouldn’t it be neat if we tied the rope around the waist of everyone in each row and pulled each other?
Simply a genius tactician.
If any general looks at it, this is a good medicine for treating hypotension.
In this way, if one person falls or has an accident, it may even cause the entire brigade and even the entire division to trip together.
Jeshka had severely stopped this method before, but in order to perform well in this "special competitive event", just cheat.
If the Holy Father had any objections, how could he not come down to earth?
Since I haven’t descended to earth, it means I have no objection.
If we talk about rules, then the rules don’t say you are not allowed to use ropes.
As for the possibility of falling and being implicated, the black hats don't care. If you die, you will die. Anyway, if you die, you can go to Mount Paradise, so what are you afraid of?
Besides, they also brought knives. If it doesn't work, just cut the rope.
I stomped the ground hard with my feet, as if to compact the mud to prevent slipping.
Raising his head, Victor narrowed his eyes.
The sun is shining brightly, illuminating the serf soldiers approaching in confusion.
Hiding his green eyes under the shadow of his hood, he carefully observed the serf soldiers about seventy steps away in front of him.
Serf soldiers are just a customary term. They are not serfs. Most of them are public peasants and refugees, and only a few are slave peasants of the lord.
However, the lord's servants also assumed the position of some domestic servants. They were the confidants of the master's family and were unlikely to go to the battlefield.
For the refugees, slave farming is an advanced form of public farming.
They want to kneel down but there is no way to do so.
Like feces floating in urine in a toilet bowl, the serf soldiers gathered into small groups, sticking together here and there.
In a crowded place, there seems to be no place to stand, and in a spacious place, it is difficult to hear what you are saying to your companions.
These serf soldiers wore linen clothes full of holes, exposing their bodies covered with freckles, whip marks and scars to the air.
In terms of appearance, he is no different from Victor a few months ago.
In terms of physical fitness, Victor, who had only been fed for two weeks and had only trained for two weeks, was not much better than them.
But Victor didn’t feel much fear.
Among this group of people, the most combative group is probably the elite unit among the refugees - rogues.
They make a living by deceiving and blackmailing the common people. They often fight and fight bravely, and they are naturally the worst among common people.
These people were once one of the groups that public farmers like Victor were most afraid of.
When this army of hundreds of serfs stood in front of them, the people who had once frightened them appeared.
Not only Viktor, but also most of the Black Hat soldiers had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
Their hearts were beating nervously, their mouths were dry, many of their bodies began to tremble, and veins appeared in the hand holding the gun barrel.
This is not fear.
When they clenched the six-meter spear in their hands, the thing that originally frightened them suddenly lost the ground of fear.
That feeling is not so much the desire for victory as it is the confidence in victory.
“Oh!” A rogue gangster seemed to have recognized Victor and shouted excitedly, “Victor, you also voted for the Secret Party? Come here and let me kick you hard. Your butt hasn’t been kicked for a long time, and your feet are itchy.”
"Hahahaha——" The serf soldiers sneered.
Without any expression on his face, he leveled the spear in his hand, and Victor silently calculated the distance between the two sides.
Sixty steps, fifty steps, thirty steps...
"Sprint, rush!"
In a unified shout, the entire command division, a total of 60 command companies, rushed out collectively.
The spears were like a forest, colliding with each other during the speed, making a clanking sound of metal collision.
Despite the rope, they could only stay within twenty steps (ten meters) of each other relatively neatly.
After running less than ten steps, I heard a scream.
Due to the slippery ground, I couldn't even put my feet firmly on the ground and slipped to the ground with a clang.
"Wait, I fell!"
"It's too late, keep rushing!"
At this time, how could you stop and wait for him.
Feeling the rope sink beside him, his companions on both sides gritted their teeth and lifted the rope without any time to think.
So, the edict fell to the ground in an instant, and the rope lifted his waist, with his legs in the air, dragging him on the ground.
The back of his head carved a long ravine on the ground, and his crotch exploded during the struggle, revealing another swinging spear that thrust forward at the serf soldiers.
What a funny scene, those rogue gangsters and even the serf soldiers beside them covered their stomachs and laughed.
But as the Black Hat Army quickly approached, the laughter in their mouths became smaller and smaller.
Continuously waving the knives, daggers and goads in their hands, the gangsters issued intimidations and threats, trying to bring back some familiar memories of their old "friends".
This does not stop the Black Hat Army from charging forward.
When those bright spearheads appeared in front of them, they didn't even have time to take back the daggers in their hands.
The feeling of the spear penetrating into the human body is indeed different from that of penetrating a wooden stake.
Victor carefully felt the feeling of the spear tip cutting through the skin, penetrating into the flesh, and piercing into the bone marrow.
The scoundrels impaled on spears waved their limbs helplessly, and were even pushed back by the black hats.
Shrill screams and wails suddenly broke out, and blood mist dispersed in the air, blending into the moist water vapor.
The spears stabbed and penetrated the human body, and the serf soldiers fell one by one.
The person in front of me was standing one second, and the next second he fell into the mud, clutching the bloody hole in his stomach.
It’s not that the serf soldiers didn’t try to fight back, it’s just that they discovered that the weapons in their hands were only two meters long at most.
The spear in the hands of the Black Hat Army's Order Company on the opposite side is six meters long.
The black hats stood there and let them fight, but they couldn't hit them.
The long hand beats the short hand, or the high hand beats the low hand.
Blood was flowing on the ground like a stream, and the scorching sun covered it with a transparent golden light glowing with blood.
Above the bloody stream, the wounded soldiers rolling on the ground in pain wailed at the feet of the black hat army.
Looking at this scene, the Black Hat Army laughed loudly and won the first battle.
This credit can be converted into titles and land, and now I can look good in front of the Guards.
The laughter amidst the cries was too harsh, and such a hellish scene directly caused many serf soldiers to collapse.
They cried out the names of "devils" and "monsters" and began to charge backwards.
This actually made the Black Hat Army a little confused.
Isn’t it just something similar to a knight’s competition?
It’s not a fight, so why are you still cursing?
You can’t afford to lose, right? Can’t afford to lose? !
After defeating the serf soldiers on the front, the Black Hat Army of the First Division began to reorganize their formation, preparing to flank the enemy's center.
Of course, the most important thing is to report the victory to Horn, who is sitting at the base camp twenty steps away.
"Pass it on, the first battle will be won! Prepare to trap the Chinese army!"
"Pass it on, the Chinese army will win!"
"Pass it on, our army has won! Our army has won."
(End of this chapter)