Chapter 363 Battle of Montenegro (7)


Chapter 363 The Battle of Black Mountain (7)

The chainmail slid on the body, rising and falling with the war horse.

In the morning sunshine, the breeze is gentle, and the lush shrubs and green grass reflect the gentle and soft light of jade.

When the light shines on my face, not only does it not sting or burn, but it feels like butterfly wings are gently brushing my cheek.

A beautiful day like this should be used for a picnic, to stay with the confused and status-hungry girls around the manor.

They lay in the shade, and he rested his head on their soft bellies and chests, which was the right thing to do in this weather.

And what he has to face now is not little girls, but thousands of burly men.

After hearing Niedersal's instructions, Zelaken led his lagging infantry phalanx forward.

When he actually entered the battlefield, after seeing the horizontal formation in front of him, Zelaken began to rub his nose.

This is a habitual action when he feels troublesome and anxious.

The horizontal formation of the rebels in front of them was about 200 meters wide, which was very rare in normal imperial army battles.

Because with the same force, if the formation is stretched too wide, it means that the formation is too thin and can easily be forcefully broken through by the knights.

The knights had already attacked once before. Normally, they should be able to break through easily and bring back victory.

However, it is a pity that these brave gentlemen were blown back by the devil's wind before they could get close.

These extraordinary knights, after stripping off their extraordinary coat, could not even compare to the knights of the same period in Horn's hometown.

But this is understandable. After all, in Horn's hometown, as musket technology has developed over the past century, corresponding cavalry tactics have also developed.

It took about hundreds of years for muskets to develop from crude portal guns to heavy matchlock guns. In the dynamic game, the two sides had long been familiar with each other's existence in the war.

But for the extraordinary knights of this world, it only took less than half a year to go from the crudest Cannedy Type 1 to the current mature Cannedy Type 3 heavy musket.

The Morris tactics that Horn picked up from his hometown are mature tactics after the development of muskets for hundreds of years.

This tactic was quite advanced even at the time.

Some knights even saw this kind of weapon for the first time. If it weren't for the extraordinary, their performance would probably be even worse.

Zelaken rubbed his nose on his fingers and flicked it aside: "My brave knights, can you attack again?"

The manservant shook his head numbly: " They said that they would not go to war until the Devil Wind Wizard was defeated. They said that they were noble knights and should not die with such dignity. The despicable things must be done by despicable people."

"This group. Coward! He punches hard when facing the mob, but he only obeys the rebels when he sees them!" With a breath of anger in his heart, Zelaken couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

"Gentlemen knights, the medicine has just worn off and you need to take a rest."

"It's okay if it's okay, it's okay if it's not okay, what's the point of taking a break?" Zelakken cursed a few times, but turned his attention back to the battlefield.

Raising his head, amid the clattering and chaotic footsteps, he finally reached a position where he could roughly see the battlefield in front of him.

Did not continue to vent his dissatisfaction, Zelakken narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the battle formation in front of him.

Under the blurry sunlight directly opposite, he silently counted the number of people.

According to his own estimation, the opponent should be arranged according to "20 wizards, 50 spearmen, 20 wizards, 20 wizards, 50 spearmen, and 20 wizards".

It's easy to tell, but anyone who wears armor is a spearman, and anyone who only wears a helmet is a wizard.

This means that Horn has 100 melee line resisters facing the enemy, while Zelaken's phalanx has only 50 people in front.

The side of the square formation has a relatively large space for movement, and Zelaken must consider the possibility of another horizontal formation of the opponent using L-shaped tactics to launch an attack from the side.

However, the large square formation has taken shape, and it is too late to change the formation now, so we can only continue to advance.

"Steady, don't mess up." Zelaken shouted to the messenger, "When we reached 160 yards (145 meters) in front of the formation, the archers fired a volley to suppress it."

100 archers were placed on the outside of the four corners of Dunjar's infantry square. After the messengers passed the order, the archers who were forest rangers began to give orders to other archers. At a distance of about 160 yards, the archers stopped one after another, took out arrows from the quivers behind their backs, and placed them on the bow arms.

They gritted their teeth, veins popped out on their thick arms, and stretched out the hunting bows in their hands until the bow arms formed a semicircle shape.

The arrows trembled, and the archers trembled accordingly. According to their experience, they pointed the arrows at 45 degrees, although they did not understand what an angle was.

“Fire the arrow!”

A series of "boom boom" sounds instantly sounded in the array of archers.

"Pay attention to the arrows, avoid them!"

A thin black mist rose from the opponent's array in front of Victor's eyes, and he immediately shouted towards the soldiers behind him.

A swarm of arrows landed on the flying saucer-shaped brimmed helmet, and the clanging sound was endless.

In a matter of ten seconds, there were many more arrows standing on the helmets on the ground and on the bodies of the war monks.

These arrows only wounded many people, but were not fatal. They did not even affect the subsequent battle, and some of them failed to break through the woolen cloak.

These archers are hunters and rangers, and longbows need to be trained as elite long-range arms.

But in the honor system of the Imperial Knights, the longbow is regarded as a weapon for cowards and weaklings.

Unlike the dry flesh-and-blood royal court, due to the relatively humid climate, the empire has not yet been able to develop the technology to produce composite bows on a large scale.

To achieve the lethality of a war bow with a single bow, the requirements for bow materials are very high. It is estimated that only rare yew wood can meet the conditions.

But these archers are not standing troops, so where did they get the yew bows?

Besides, to meet the requirements of a battle bow, one must have at least an arm strength of nearly a hundred pounds.

For these hunters and rangers, a bow exceeding sixty pounds is beyond hunting needs and they will not be deliberately trained.

There are many excellent longbowmen who can do enough damage in the Thousand River Valley, but their names are-Mountain Kush people.

Due to the cultural traditions of the Kush tribe, the daily need to hunt personally and the abundant wood resources in the mountains, the boar knights are elite longbowmen.

Yes, facing the Clockwork Gun, the elite longbowman Zelaken needs most is on the opposite side.

"Brother Murat, why are you here?" There was the sound of horse hooves behind him, and Victor, who was directing the loading, turned his head and was overjoyed.

The one who came was Murat, the leader of the boar knights who was carrying a donkey for a horse. Murat reined in his horse and said, "His Majesty asked me to help you and kill their spirit."

Two hundred and fifty boar knights and Kush knights dismounted and appeared on the left side of the array. They held on to their saddles and jumped off their horses lightly.

Leaving the horses under special care, Murat boosted the morale of the boar knights.

"The commander opposite is Zelaken. He hired us to fight Black Snake Bay the year before last. He fought for a whole year and only received one-third of his salary."

The boar knights first He was stunned, and then started yelling and cursing.

“I’m a goat, how can I be his kid!”

“It was him last year who caused me to be scolded by my mother-in-law for a whole year.”

“I am I’ve wanted to hit him for a long time!”

The momentum of the boar knights who were owed wages suddenly surged, and even continued to rise.

“Shoot all six arrows into their skin swallows within one minute!”

In Murat’s vulgar shout, more than two hundred aspen long bows It instantly bent into a semicircle, and then there was the nightmarish sound of a bow string playing.

(End of this chapter)

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