Chapter 259 Battle of Mayo Town
“Get up, pigs!”
“Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”
In Cleonte Under the shouts of captains and captains, the entire town of Mayo was awakened, and the mountain infantrymen walked out of their huts in a daze.
Before he even had time to open his eyes from the wonderful dream, he was whipped awake by the captains.
Horse hooves raised dust, and all seven or eight messengers rode horses and donkeys up and down the streets, dragging the soldiers out of houses and tents.
Under the arrangement of the captain, groups of mountain mercenaries formed a column and ran towards the flat open space outside the town.
In the dark night, many townspeople were awakened by the noise, and the brave ones even climbed directly to the roof to watch.
Cleonte, with his head bandaged with gauze, stood on a mound of earth and looked into the distance.
Although there is moonlight tonight, there are also dark clouds covering the moon, making everything sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
But Cleonte judged from the sounds and vague shadows that the sentries and arrow towers they had on the periphery were being pulled out one by one.
“Damn it, why are they moving so fast?”
Clement turned around and saw that the mountain mercenaries were still in a messy formation, and they forgot to bring their weapons for a while. , for a while the team could not be found, and for a while someone fell down and was trampled.
After all, it was night and they had just woken up. If it were during the day, it would be much better than now.
These mountain infantry wear linen clothes, most of them wear armor and lath armor, and only a few wear chainmail and breastplates.
These eight hundred people, arranged shoulder to shoulder according to the attribution of captains and company commanders, formed a 50X10 spearman phalanx and four 15X5 crossbow archer phalanx distributed in the four corners.
This is a modified version of the Dunjar phalanx commonly used in the Norn area, learned by the mountain mercenaries and the Norn mercenaries.
The spears were put down one by one, and a hedgehog-like forest of iron spears was erected, forming a long wall of spikes, pointing diagonally forward.
"Woo——"
The dull horns and whistles in the night sky seemed so noisy, and the mountain people all felt that the ground was shaking slightly.
Looking up, the Salvation Army appeared not far ahead.
At the sound of the command, they leaned the barrels of their spears against their shoulder sockets, and everyone took the same steps.
Viewed from the side, it looks like a straightened black yarn.
The night wind blew through the corners of their clothes, revealing the faint red lining under the black.
Clement heard the sound of swallowing saliva coming from the formation behind him.
"What are you doing? What are you afraid of?" Cleonte waved his long sword, "Back then, I, Cleonte, chased them and made them run around like lost dogs. It has only been three months, what can they do?
< br>Despite their neat formation, based on my understanding of them, there must be a rope tied around their waists. As long as one person is knocked down, the rest will definitely fall."
Kleonte said. Tian Tian looked at it and made sure that the other party's great wizard Horn had not summoned vampires or undead before he felt at ease.
Not far from the opposite side of the mountain people, Rudillo issued a command.
"The whole army stops and organizes its formation!"
"Stop - organize the formation!"
The sound of neat footsteps stopped instantly and turned into tiny steps.
On the battlefield at night, the blurry moonlight shrouded everyone's heads.
What is in front of these 800 mercenaries at this moment is part of Rudillo's Black Hat Second Legion.
Yes, there are currently only 100 holy gunmen and 200 spearmen arriving on the battlefield, and opposite them are 800 mountain mercenaries.
Rudillo's actions were, at best, courageous, and at worst, solitary.
His anger not only led to a disconnect with friendly forces, but also a disconnect within the legion.
Now in this open space, they formed a 50X4 horizontal array of spears in the middle and a 10X5 horizontal array of holy guns on both wings.
Using the moonlight, Rudillo visually measured the distance to be about 200-300 meters. The killing range of the 17mm Canidy II spring-loaded gun in their hands was about 70-100 meters.
If you are walking at a brisk pace of 50 meters per minute, then of course you can engage in battle quickly, but maybe the formation will be scattered and the holy gun will not have time to reload.
The opponent has no cavalry, so the initiative on the battlefield is in your own hands, so don't be anxious.
Rudillo ordered to the division captain beside him: "The Holy Gunsmen spread out and move forward at regular pace."
"The First Holy Gunslinger, spread out an arm's length to the left. The Second Holy Gun Division, spread out at an arm's length to the right and organize the formation," the division captain shouted, and the brigade commanders of each brigade immediately shouted to the people around them, "Step to the left!"
"Advance at regular pace!"
Under the orders of officers at all levels, the scattered holy gunners and spearmen began to advance at regular pace.
"Hahahaha, look, they actually spread out the formation."
Friends who often participate in cold weapon wars know that dense formations are most needed when infantry engages in hand-to-hand combat.
Resisting the pain from the base of his ears, Cleonte pointed his sword forward and charged personally: "Keep the formation and attack, and charge from a distance of fifty meters."
The sound of silent footsteps echoed in the field, but one side was noisy and the other side was neat.
The sound of metal rubbing against metal seemed like a countdown, and Rudillo silently estimated the distance between the two sides.
250 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters...
"The whole army stopped advancing, and the holy gunman began to reload." "Get ready!"
The clockwork key began to turn , the sound of gear meshing was heard, and within a moment, all the holy gunslingers were loaded.
“Aim!”
After practicing countless times, the war monks aimed at the enemy in front of them indifferently with the gun-raising posture formed in muscle memory.
For those who have experienced the charge of hairy zombies and giant spiders, the movements of these soldiers are simply a snail's crawl.
The mercenaries raised their spears to their chests, and pointed the sharp edges of their spears at the peasant troops who were frightened by them and stopped.
What did they see? These farmers actually picked up the fire sticks and pointed them at them. Did they actually use the fire sticks as weapons?
Many of the mercenaries had sarcastic smiles on their lips. Sure enough, as long as there were no flying vampires and undead that Demon King Hoss said the next day, these farmers would be as weak as chickens.
"Farmer, the guards are coming." This slogan commonly used to suppress farmers sounded again from the military formation.
"110 meters, 100 meters..." Rudillo finished counting the last number of the countdown, "Holy Gunslinger, retreat in two columns and shoot!"
"Praise the Holy Wind!"< br>
The giant beast with its claws stuck in its throat let out a thunderous roar, and the recoil shook the Holy Gunner's body.
The howling wind sounded, and Cleonte heard the previous sound again. His steps subconsciously stagnated, but the others around him rushed out.
The sounds of crushing ripe berries were heard one after another, broken metal rings and pieces of iron were flying in front of the eyes, and blood mist suddenly enveloped the frontline positions.
The densely arranged charging mountain people instantly knocked over nearly ten people, but they did not realize what happened and were still rushing forward subconsciously.
“Bang bang bang——”
“Ah——”
“It hurts, it hurts, grandma, it hurts so much.”
When the second round of gunfire sounded, nearly ten people fell down, tripping over the corpses at their feet, and many mountain residents fell into confusion.
What just happened?
Raising his head and looking to the opposite side, there were only the backs of the farmers turning back and walking through the gaps in the array, and the fire sticks raised towards them.
Before they could react, the infantry phalanx, whose speed had dropped significantly, was once again greeted by a heavy rain of lead bullets.
The scream of lead bullets piercing the air sounded around me. Big holes were punched in the thick armor, and the comrades around him fell one by one.
The rich bloody smell exploded and drifted into everyone's noses and mouths.
Clemente was keenly aware that scattered deserters began to appear on both sides of the phalanx.
Angrily, he walked through the sparse queue of mountain people, chasing and killing these deserters.
“Don’t run, don’t run.” The disheveled Cleonte tried to intercept these mountain people, but to no avail.
Kleonte, who was wearing armor, couldn't catch up with the mountain people who threw away their armor.
The tight phalanx of mountain people who started charging rapidly from a distance of 50 meters to the second legion of the Black Hat Army has basically turned into a sieve pie and no longer has the previous tight formation.
The holy gunmen who were shooting backwards arrived at the back end of the team and began to turn left and right, hiding behind the forest of spears.
"All the spearmen in the army, charge!"
Shoulder to shoulder, the 200 spearmen roared in unison and charged towards the enemy's soft formation.
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the spearmen broke through the scattered mountain men in the front row without much effort.
In the blink of an eye, the mountain people in the back row didn't put up much resistance, and they ran away crying, "Magic!" "Wizard!"
They seemed to have seen something terrible, discarding all their weapons and heavy armor, just to be a little faster than their companions.
"Pikemen, pursuit formation, holy gunners, advance at regular pace!"
The spearmen immediately formed a column of the third brigade and began to pursue and counterattack to prevent the opponent's officers from gathering and collapsing. The soldiers rearranged themselves.
By the time the pursuit was over and Rudillo's rear army, the Cheka, and the military judge arrived, it was already past midnight.
Next to him was Rudillo, who was speechless after being questioned by the military judge, while Laurent was rummaging through the pile of corpses.
Soon, he saw a familiar figure.
Among the corpses on the ground, Laurent found Cleonte's body.
He was lying on the side of the road with a flat head and bloody footprints on his body. He probably fell down while running and was trampled to death.
Standing in front of Cleonte's body, Laurent looked at it for a long time, turned around, and went straight in the direction of his old friend Jourdain.
At dawn, Horn finally arrived in the town of Mayo.
When the early morning light shone on the earth, the townspeople climbed on the roofs, walked out of the houses, and crowded on the roadside.
Wearing black and red coats and carrying black and red flags, the Salvation Army war monks surged forward. Countless mercenaries who had oppressed them were tied up with ropes and moved forward dejectedly.
The townspeople picked up stones and mud and threw them at the mercenaries. They cursed fiercely and even cried bitterly.
When Horn arrived on a tall horse, belated cheers rang through the entire town of Mayo.
Everyone raised their hands, waved towards Horn, and kept shouting Horn's name.
Standing up in the stirrups, Horn raised his fist high: "Friends, my friends, I am back."
(End of this chapter)