Chapter 325: The Sand Sculpture Knight has a sand sculpture!
“Helwin is an ordinary person and a bit ugly, but he is very reliable in his work. If you let him pretend to fail, look at it, it will look like he really failed.”
Zelaken observed Niedersall's expression and said tentatively.
"Humph, I am not good at winning battles, but I am good at pretending to be defeated...Have the rebels advanced?"
"They have advanced."
"That's enough."
Sitting on the terrace of Stormcast Castle, Niedersall rolled up his big sand sculpture and did not observe it carefully.
If he looked carefully, he would find——
The knights' armor was knocked loose during their escape, making a clanking sound.
Some helmets were tilted, and some even threw away all their armor, leaving only themselves running back.
The long sword covered with cracks was stuck in the ground, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.
Their flag no longer fluttered, but was rolled into a ball and hung limply on the flagpole.
In a corner of the camp, several knights sat around a campfire, their faces covered with dust and sweat, and the wine glasses in their hands were trembling.
The wine spilled on the armor, making a hissing sound.
Their conversation was intermittent, and occasionally one or two awkward laughs could be heard.
This is not pretending to be defeated, this is clearly a real defeat.
Niedersall did not look carefully, and felt that there was no need to look carefully.
As long as the effect is right, it doesn’t matter what happens in the middle.
Luring the rebels to advance is only the first step in Niedersall's plan.
Unlike Boolo, Niedersall was not born into a traditional manor noble, so he did not have the arrogance that the knights of the Imperial Order did not know.
Niedersall believed in the motto "A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength."
Besides, this rabbit also overturned the command company, which even Niedersall was quite afraid of.
So Niedersall summoned hundreds of knights who had fought with the Salvation Army in just five days and asked them for their opinions.
Although I still don’t know much about The Salvation Army, I at least have a general impression.
Niedersall's eyes saw the discarded clockwork gun on the table, and he brushed it lightly with his fingers.
According to those knights, this long-barreled weapon is the reason why the Salvation Army is always victorious in every battle.
Some knights called these weapons thunder clubs, but Niedersall knew that was just a misnomer for civilians.
According to the information from the rats at Fort Joan of Arc, the real name of this weapon is a clockwork gun.
The range of this kind of clockwork gun is about a hundred steps, and it can easily break through armor. He guessed that it most likely used some alchemical reaction or special magic.
Niedersall is no stranger to such alchemical or magical weapons.
He even has an alchemical eagle whistle that controls sand sculptures.
But unlike other magics, they can cast spells both intensively and quickly.
Casting magic will interfere with each other. When a magician casts a spell, it is best not to have another magician casting a spell within a radius of two meters around him.
The Clockwork Gun has no restrictions at all, it is clean and simple.
With such a useful weapon, Niedersall is willing to get one for himself.
For this black man born in the desert, there are not so many taboos and twists and turns, and he uses whatever is easy to use.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he has repeatedly failed to get promotions.
After all, the church has always been process-oriented, not result-oriented.
"How are the imitations of these weapons going?" Niedersall raised his arm forward, and the sand sculpture spread its wings and flew towards the farmers working in the fields.
In order to unlock the advantages of clockwork muskets, Niedersall hired many skilled craftsmen to try to imitate them.
"Not yet..."
"Ah - my eyes, he took my eyes away."
"Go away, go away, don't peck me Papa!"< br>
"Sani, run!" Zelaken was interrupted by a scream coming from the field midway through his words.
He coughed and cleared his throat, not looking at his own subjects.
"It has not been successfully developed yet."
"I took apart the clockwork gun and looked at it myself. Isn't it a particularly complicated structure inside?" Niedersall stroked the gun in his hand. The sound of the clockwork blunderbuss is gentle and steady.
Zelaken immediately dissuaded him: "Your Excellency, the craftsmen have tried it. We even transported the wizard prisoners of war from the Red Copper Fortress, but we still failed to develop it.
They have achieved results. During this period, imitations have been built one after another, but I don't know why, either they don't have the power as rumored or they can't be screwed at all.
Sir, I think the rumors about the so-called ‘Thunderbolt Stick’ are just knights making excuses for themselves. This may be an ordinary crossbow. "
Niedersall narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Seriously? ”
“That’s so true! "
"Really? I don't believe it. "Leaning on the chair, Niedersall crossed his legs and said, "It's possible for one person to say that, but so many people still say that. Can't I see the holes in the armor? "
Zelaken wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly changed his attention: "We got the news. As you expected, the Salvation Army sent troops ahead of schedule. ”
Glancing at Zelakken with his narrow eyes, Niedersall sneered and did not continue to ask.
“Where did they advance?”
“It seems to be Black Pottery Town.”
“Only advance twenty miles? Be cautious enough.” Niedersall Rocking back and forth in the chair.
But Niedersall had actually expected this result. After all, if it were him, he would probably choose Black Pottery Town.
At least there are some mining rabbit forests and black mud hills from the border to Black Pottery Town that can stop the cavalry. In the hundreds of miles from the black mud hills to the Storm Castle, there are endless wheat fields and plains.
“Yes, Helwen fought like that. Is it because luring the enemy didn’t work?”
“As long as they come out, our strategy will be successful.”
Through the analysis of several failures of the Imperial Order, Niedersall believed that the peasant rebels could win mainly because of three points - the narrow terrain, the armor-piercing clockwork gun, and the witch with lightning magic.
The main tactic is to march quickly and defeat them one by one. If the Royal Knights and the Imperial Order act together, even if the Castle of Joan of Arc is lost, the Battle of Pavia will not be lost.
Facing the three major advantages of the peasant rebels, Niedersall's strategy was to retreat first, concentrate the scattered forces, and don't let them defeat them one by one.
After the main infantry force of the rebels quickly marched to the plains, the terrain advantage was gone.
The plain terrain is the home ground of the cavalry.
As for the witches with lightning magic, you can fight them on a sunny day, and then ask the monks to suppress them with chanting magic.
Niedersall’s solution to the last armor-breaking clockwork gun is to rely on archer harassment and serf soldiers to fill it up. There will always be a time when it is completely exhausted.
After eliminating the enemy's three major advantages, all that's left to do is to bring out the original strength of the knights.
Niedersall, just like his nickname, has always been known for his ruthlessness and patience. What he is best at is wearing down his patience through harassment and then killing him with one blow.
In the first stage of luring the enemy, he originally thought that Helwin and Kasedar would go wrong, but he did not expect that the execution was good.
“Have all the money, food and supplies been transported away?”
“Except for the real estate, everything has been transported away.”
"Yes, give some gold, ivory and spices to Helwin and Casedar to encourage their achievements." Niedersall has always been generous to those who have made meritorious deeds.
"Okay, okay." Zelaken felt a little sour for a moment.
A clear eagle whistle sounded, and the sand sculpture with gray-yellow feathers rested on Niedersall's arm with a shriveled eyeball and small fingers in its mouth.
"Oh, good boy, good boy!" Niedersall stretched out a finger and stroked the sand sculpture's head.
“But Your Excellency, I have a small question.” Avoiding the bloody eagle head, Zelaken asked carefully, “What if they stay in Black Pottery Town and cannot survive?”
"Impossible." Niedersall combed the sand sculpture's feathers affectionately, "His food is completely supplied by Kasha County. They are stationed in Black Pottery Town.
Two lines of food transportation, their food reserves The offensive of the church at Ansenberg is going very smoothly, and it is about to be defeated.
Any time he has any brains, he will think of ending the war quickly, and wait until they can't hold back anymore. When we get to the plains, that's our battlefield.
As long as the plan can be implemented... I don't want to be rude, but the rebels have already half-footed in the coffin."
(End of this chapter. )