Chapter 317 Attack, Attack, Attack, Attack, Attack
The horses paved their hooves uneasily, and fifty hussars stood in a triangular array, chirping on the grass.
The lycanthropes wearing leather armor and feather pendants sat on the saddle, with long riding boots covering their calves.
They did not wear iron armor or helmets, which was not in line with the tactical positioning of the hussars.
But they will wear a sculpted hood in the style of a lycanthrope.
The head covering was made from leather, linen, wood strips and feathers, and then painted.
Viewed from the front, this hood looks like a monster with a mouth, and the face of the Orc Hussar is sticking out of the mouth.
This is a traditional costume of the lycanthrope barbarians, which can only be worn by the bravest warriors.
Most of these hoods are based on Brother Terror and Brother Meng. Recently, due to the change of the priests, some lycanthropes have begun to use Brother Huo.
Every time Horn saw that green face with fangs but could barely tell it was his own face, Hong Bean Ni couldn't hold back.
Seeing that the hussars had finished lining up, Horn turned to signal to the flag officer beside him.
Two small flags waved, and Grush immediately received the order.
"Quickly move forward!" Raising his saber high, Grush shouted loudly while swinging it down suddenly.
As soon as the order was given, the orc hussars roared in unison.
With the loud neighing of the war horses, the charge began.
The limbs of the war horses suddenly exerted force, and the grass was filled with dust. However, the beast-turned-humans on their backs were able to sit firmly even though they had only been trained for more than a week.
In the raised cloaks, the strong wind bypassed their sides, and the horse's tail swung thousands of threads in the air.
Like a rushing torrent, the hussars bent their bodies, leaned forward, and aimed their sabers at the wooden dummy not far away.
The entangled animal bones, sharp blades, and rune inscriptions shine brightly in the sun.
“Charge! Charge!”
The cavalry in front acted as a sharp point, piercing the air at an alarming speed.
As the distance between them and the dummies got closer, the ground trembled slightly, the grass blades were bent and broken, and the dust turned into misty war clouds, chasing their horses forward.
The hussars turned sideways, and the sabers in their hands flew across the wooden dummy.
Sawdust flew, the hussars passed by one after another, and the target beside them kept shaking.
There was also a chance that everyone turned sideways. After all, their training period was only two and a half weeks.
But those hussars who were almost lying on their horses, as if violating the rules of physics, did not fall off their horses, but miraculously stood on their horses again.
Every time he saw such a scene, Horn couldn't help but sigh, the lycanthrope is just a beast.
Their tails swing from side to side, and the double balancing tubes in human and animal ears make their balance far superior to humans.
This is one of the reasons why Horn recruited lycanthropes as hussars.
Horn discovered the characteristics of these lycanthropes when they served as scouts.
Although knights are much less talented in breathing techniques than humans, they have extraordinary sensory functions.
Powerful balance, clear vision, and outrageous hearing.
For horseback riding, they seem to have an innate talent and can quickly become familiar with horses.
It has only been two and a half weeks, and their riding skills are even better than those who have been training for two months.
There is only one problem that worries Horn and Grush.
"Hey! Where are you running? Spin around, spin around, how do I usually teach you!"
Anxious roars came from the ears, and Grush led a few holy gun cavalry crazy He chased after him.
But Grush's shout was of no use. The orc hussars cheered and charged forward without noticing that there was a river more than one meter deep in front of them.
Horn slowly shook his head. These lycanthropes were brave and brave, but they generally had problems with their IQ.
This is not because Horn is racially black. These lycanthropes don’t know if it is due to incest and IQ is a common problem.
Horn once heard a rumor that lycanthropes were war weapons created by the El people, so they were born with low intelligence.
But Shilov is a lycanthrope.
Her IQ cannot be said to be as pure as ever, at least it can be said to be a genius.
Just like the previous Battle of Pavia, the lycanthrope scouts were clearly told to withdraw, but they insisted on staying in front of the battlefield.
Most of them are the type who just don’t care when their passion gets the best of them.
On top of that, they still care about eating rather than fighting, and Horn's Devotion Infused Stick doesn't have much effect on them.
Not only that, these lycanthropes also cling to tradition. Kitazawa's lycanthropes are better off. After being influenced by civilization, their traditions are still relatively advanced.
The lycanthrope barbarians in Nanze are different. They have the habit of carving.
They always carve out the heads of respected gods and put them on their battle flags.
Thinking of this, Horn turned around and looked up, and saw the hussar battle flag with tassels on his side.
On the battle flag, the three heads of Brother Fear, Brother Meng, and Brother Huo hugged each other back to back, looking in different directions.
You guys, can’t you believe in Saint Jeanne? Why do you have to catch me?
"Your Majesty..." Grush, whose trouser legs were wet with water, walked over with an awkward smile on his face.
"The training..." Horn stayed in his mouth for half a sentence, not knowing what to say, "Not bad, let's strengthen discipline."
"Your Majesty, next time you come, I promise to treat them docilely." Grush quickly defended in order to reduce the sentence.
"It's okay, you are busy with your business, I won't disturb you, I'm leaving."
Farewell to Grush and the Hussars training camp, Horne worked in the Military Police and the Holy Guns Cavalry Under protection, he ran towards Castle Joan of Arc.
With his body rising and falling with the horses, Horn was still thinking about the problems of these hussars.
The purpose of setting up these hussars was to solve the Salvation Army's shortcomings in pursuing enemy troops.
Although the Holy Gun Cavalry had wiped out the Order Company before, they still let go of many extraordinary knights and failed to eliminate too many effective forces.
The role of the hussars is to pursue and harass. They attack the baggage convoys before the battle, harass and entangle the flanking cavalry during the battle, and chase and retreat the enemy troops after the battle.
Next, Horn will definitely have a fight with the Ibe Knight of Jinhe Township.
Unlike the Kush Territory, which is full of hills, ponds and forests, Jinhe Township is a vast plain, and the infantry's terrain disadvantage is quite obvious.
If they send out light cavalry to harass before the battle, hinder the pursuit after the war, and wait for the scattered cavalry to regroup, it will be an endless battle.
When will these beast-turned-people become more reliable?
With a lot of thoughts in his mind, Horn slowed down his horse, walked through the middle of the street, and stopped at the door of the city hall.
Handing the reins to the handyman, Horn looked at the city hall in front of him. The dazzlingly complicated Gothic patterns had been removed and replaced with simple gear patterns with metallic luster.
Tucking the leather gloves into the ribbon around his waist, Horn walked towards the door of the city hall.
The originally damaged ground was patched and glued with mortar and slates. Even if a wooden hard wheel drove over it, it would not vibrate much.
On the stone piles at the entrance of the city hall, the statues of two generations of Dukes of Kush were removed and replaced by two sphinxes.
With brisk steps, Horn passed the two statues, but then, his steps suddenly slowed down.
Turn around, walked forward quickly, and walked around to the Sphinx. After looking at it for a few seconds, his whole body froze.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Armand, who was standing at the door to greet him, approached curiously.
"What is this?" Horn turned his head and asked, pointing at the stone statue.
Armand glanced around Horn's shoulder: "The Sphinx... Oh, no, why is this your face, with two fangs installed?!"
Where is this? It's the Sphinx. This is obviously the Sphinx!
"What's going on?" Seeing the decoration craftsman passing by, Armand jumped over and grabbed him.
The craftsman looked at Horn, whose face turned dark, and realized that something was wrong. He timidly replied: "I, I thought you liked this..."
"Who told you? ”
"K, Mr. Crispa."
Horn's eyes darkened, and he suppressed a smile: "Okay, it's none of your business, let's go."
"Okay. , Okay." The craftsman fled as if he was surviving a disaster.
Horn whispered: "Hurry up and find this old bastard Paslik..."
"You don't need to look for me, I'll do it myself." After a burst of hurried footsteps, Amidst the sound, Paslik appeared in front of Horn with heavy steps.
"You..."
"If you want revenge, we'll talk about it later. I have important military information." Before Horn could finish his words, Paslik interrupted Horn seriously.
“What?”
“We received news that a large group of troops appeared outside the border, most likely the Ibe knights from Jinhe Township!”
Paslik took a deep breath: "The war has begun."
(End of this chapter)