Chapter 411 Arman’s pre-war deployment and Mizam’s plan
In the church army’s position, black smoke billowed and chaos reigned.
The several phalanxes that were originally crowded would push each other to get out of the way from time to time, allowing the guards half-body covered in flames to rush out.
They screamed and rushed into the stream with the scent of meat and oil all over their bodies.
The clear water instantly carried away the flames, making a "chichi" sound. The originally clear stream was muddied by embers and flesh, and colorful oil stars floated on the water.
After the black smoke and flames dissipated, the guards who jumped into the stream showed a relaxed expression. They stood up on their knees, but they screamed in fear again.
They looked down and saw that their bodies were covered in wrinkled skin and blisters filled with pus.
The pink flesh under the skin was exposed to the air, and the heart-wrenching pain spread throughout the body. Many people twitched in pain, and even foamed at the mouth.
In this chaotic scene, the monks finally arrived with buckets filled with holy water, barely stopping the spread of the fireball damage.
Holy water only destroys the fireball as the source of the fire. The flames that ignite each other later need to be extinguished with stream water.
But just going back and forth like this, at least 70 or 80 people were killed or injured, and there were even more than 100 people injured. At least 200 troops were lost after going back and forth.
These are not peasant soldiers, but actual guards and armored sergeants.
“It’s a goat’s day.” On the hill behind the battle formation, Earl Comar, whose face was covered with gray and gray, morosely wiped his face with a wet handkerchief. “This fireball was too accurate. "
Weighing the half-burnt blackened staff, Arman's face looked horribly ugly: "That's natural. They added arrow shafts to the fireball. The crossbow must be more accurate than the trebuchet. "
Shifting his gaze from the staff not far away, Arman had three clear wrinkles on his forehead.
Under the clouds, everything seemed to be covered with a dark veil, blurring all the edges.
The hot wind blew the chamomile beside the fence and blew up the hems of the guards' clothes.
The raised land is about three meters above the ground, and the guards' feet rub back and forth from time to time or step in place.
There were big beads of sweat on their foreheads. They didn’t know whether it was because the weather was too hot or the residual heat from the fireball just now.
The phalanx was not close to Arman's location, but he still smelled timidity and restlessness.
Arman rubbed his eyebrows with his thumb. For him who was better at socializing and dueling, such a large-scale battle with more than 30,000 people on both sides was still beyond his capabilities.
If only fighting could be as easy as coaxing a noble lady into bed.
He thought that the red dragon's breath had been detonated by the moles he sent, but he didn't expect so many more to pop up.
The power and range of the Rapid City Fireball Crossbow seemed to him to be the limit, but he did not expect that the Salvation Army would surprise him here again.
This wave of ten fireballs actually hit three infantry phalanxes, and the most serious one of them ate six fireballs.
Before the two sides fought, they lost hundreds of people.
If this continues according to the original plan, these infantrymen will collapse before they succeed.
The total number of Arman's troops besieging Rapids City is about 32,000. The ones left behind this time, apart from the company of dissatisfied orders, are about 10,000 peasant soldiers and ordinary infantry knights.
The remaining 21,000 people started setting off one after another yesterday and assembled at Vercingeoli Manor.
Before Horn and others arrived, they had already assembled the team in advance.
There are 12 large gray and colorful square arrays of 30X50, divided into groups of three, arranged in front and back rows, a total of four arrays in the shape of a Chinese character.
These large square formations are composed of armored sergeants on both sides of the outside and spear guards inside. Some infantry knights will form an assault front in front of the formation.
This phalanx is said to be Dunjar's Grand Phalanx, but Dunjar's Grand Phalanx actually has very high requirements for training, and even more stringent requirements for the ratio and arrangement of arms. A large square array like the one arranged by Arman, where you can do whatever you want except for the number of people, can only be said to be worse than the monkey version.
However, in Arman's opinion, as long as it is not a regular veteran regiment of the empire, it is perfectly suitable to use it to suppress civilian rebels.
Passing over the rows of heads wearing hoods or felt hats, Arman withdrew his gaze to himself.
Different from the close-knit infantry phalanx, these noble knights will not mix with the infantry like the peasant rebels like Horn, but will be isolated on the two wings.
On the right are 1,200 local knights and 600 mercenary knights led by Countess Marika, and on the left are 300 people from the Imperial Company led by Arman himself, as well as 900 extraordinary knights mobilized from Hotam County.
The upper and lower limits of the combat power of these local extraordinary knights vary greatly. Some of them are at the level of the Knights of the Order, and some are not of the highest rank. They are all mixed together.
For the old empire, the division of equipment and organization according to combat effectiveness, such as the Imperial Company, was considered advanced military technology.
For the local aristocratic knights, combat effectiveness and title are not linked, and personal vendettas have led to very common dissatisfaction with each other, or situations where an amateur earl commands an expert knight.
So he must be a noble recognized by everyone.
Countess Marika has a powerful family background, Knight Alman is famous, and Count Coma is also the bishop's dog, so these three people can get the command.
"Continue to stand still?" Countess Marika combed her greasy hair behind her ears and asked dissatisfiedly.
She was riding on the back of a fat Cheyenne horse, only such a giant horse could bear her size.
Glancing at Countess Mallika, Arman looked at Mizam who seemed to be motionless with his eyes closed, but did not speak.
As the infantry commander, Earl Coma squinted at the fireball crossbows that were twisting their bowstrings again in front of the Salvation Army battle formation, and said with a bitter face: "Your Excellency, at least dismantle the fireball crossbows in front of them. Oh, if we continue to fight like this, those cowardly guards will run away."
At least 8,000 of these night guards who were armed farmers were mobilized from Hotam County.
After fighting outside for so long, their morale is already low. Maybe they will suddenly collapse in a round of fireballs.
This is also the reason for Arman's hesitation. He did not expect the Salvation Army's fireball crossbow to be so accurate.
If they were allowed to bombard with this accuracy, maybe what Earl Coma said would come true.
"Don't move for now. If you move, you will be fooled by them." When several commanders had headaches, Mizam finally spoke, "Go to the wind outlet, collect some firewood and light it. "
"Is this useful?" Koma scratched his head, "The smoke shouldn't choke them to death."
Mizam finally opened his eyes and glanced at him: "I. Although I don’t understand how these astrologers can measure the direction and distance without stars, they need vision as the cornerstone of divination.
When the firewood burns and the smoke comes up, blocking the sight, they wait. It’s not accurate.”
"But this second round of fireballs is about to come down..."
"Then let the mercenary knights rush in and interfere with them. The main force of the department is not allowed to move." Mizam said without raising his head. replied.
Seeing that Mizam was still avoiding the fight, Countess Marika finally couldn't help it.
She was not as submissive as Koma, and asked directly: "We are the one with the superior force, what's the point of waiting for them to attack?"
"This sentence You should ask Boillou and Niedersal." Mizam sneered as if mocking, but turned his head and looked at Countess Marika in a very polite manner, "Be patient, my brave Marika. , when you go out to fight.”
Countess Marika slammed the riding crop in front of Mizam, and the impatience in her eyes was revealed undisguisedly: "Wait a minute, when do you have to wait?"
"Don't Be anxious, my lady." Mizam showed a gentle smile, "We will be waiting soon."
(End of this chapter)