Chapter 413 Will the Salvation Army lose if they don’t fight a positional war?
Seeing the mercenary knights running away on the battlefield, Countess Malika stood blankly.
This is completely different from what she imagined!
In her opinion, although this fireball crossbow is good, its range is not high after all. It was pushed outside the battle formation so hard. This flaw is too big.
Send some light cavalry to feint to attack and kill them. Even a few turns will be enough to scare away the wizards and others who control the ballista.
But what does she see now? The mercenary knights rushing away like a tide failed to scare the infantry at all!
And those simple-looking Holy Gun Cavalry actually beat the mercenary knights back like a tide with just one charge.
The bright silver chainmail was covered with dark red blood, and the rebel "retinue knights" wearing breastplates pulled out wooden poles and iron rods from their riding boots.
Sparks erupted amidst the rotation of gears and loud noises, and then a knight fell stiffly.
Fragments of armor were flying in the air, and all the mercenary knights became frightened. They either fell to the ground tremblingly, or ran away desperately with bleeding holes.
The scene in front of her made Countess Mallika angry.
You have 600 extraordinary beings, and you were simply disabled?
“Go back, go back!”
Ignoring the obstruction of the servants, Marika rushed out on her horse and slapped the mercenary knights who fled back with the whip in her hand. : "I paid you such a large sum of money, and this is how you fight?"
"They know sorcery, Countess." The panting mercenary knights cried out, "Why don't you let them fight?" The monks should use divine magic to suppress them first and then fight.”
"If the monks can run so far away to cast magic, then what else do I want from you?!"
Countess Marika had spittle hanging from the corners of her bright red mouth, and the unlucky mercenary knight leaders were sprayed with saliva. His face was covered with saliva.
After being scolded like this, many mercenary knight captains looked unhappy.
The inferior potion Marika provided them not only had poor efficacy but also had side effects, so why did she blame them?
But considering Marika’s family background, these mercenary knight captains endured it.
"Your Excellency Malika, you'd better get back to the formation quickly!" A mercenary knight named Desai squeezed over with sweat profusely, "Those rebel cavalry are rushing over."
Sure enough, it seems as if It was a flock of sheep driven by wolves. Hundreds of mercenary knights were actually driven towards the main formation by these holy gun cavalry.
"Go around, go around!" Count Coma rode his horse back and forth in front of the formation, but there were still seventeen or eight mercenary knights who lost control of their horses and rushed into their own infantry square.
A dozen guards were knocked into the air, and before the fight officially started, they were trampled by one of their own horse's hooves, breaking their muscles and bones.
The injured rolled to the ground wailing, covering his arms and chest and crying and moaning exaggeratedly.
The neat sound of hoofbeats gradually approached, and Marika didn't feel anything when she was so hot just now. Only now did Marika realize that her position was a little too far forward.
Seeing the cavalrymen armed with iron rods and hammers rushing towards them, Malika screamed: "Quick, move quickly!"
The beast-like Cheyenne horse whined in pain , spreading their legs and running towards the formation, behind them were hundreds of mercenary knights running wildly.
Looking at it this way, it looks like she is leading the mercenary knights to charge towards their own position.
Lying awkwardly on the horse, the fat on Marika’s face couldn’t stop trembling.
Marika tried her best to avoid this indecent gesture, but she couldn't control her life much.
After all, this Cheyenne horse was a good horse after thousands of selections. Carrying Dame Malika, it could actually run faster than the mercenary knights and rushed all the way back to the main formation.
The mercenary knights were forced to collide with their own local extraordinary knights. Stray bullets flew past the position, and several more extraordinary knights were knocked down in confusion.
They have never fought against the Salvation Army. Where have they seen this kind of weapon?
The cavalry array on the right wing here is still in chaos, and the infantry of the Chinese army is in chaos again.
Returning with Marika were the ten fireballs from the second round.
But perhaps the gradual appearance of smoke on the battlefield and the previous charge of mercenary knights still caused some interference to the astrologers.
Of the ten fireballs in this round, three missed and one hit the baggage train.
In the blazing flames of the baggage train, six fireballs once again projected flames onto nearly a hundred people, and black smoke and flames once again flooded the infantry square formation.
The gray-faced Malika finally walked out of the chaotic right-wing cavalry array. Looking at the main knights of the family who had to go out to expel the Holy Gun Cavalry, Malika gritted her teeth.
"Ms. Marika, are you okay?"
Hearing a familiar voice, Marika asked as soon as she saw Count Coma: "Can we launch a full-scale attack? This is the second round of fireballs. , If you don’t attack, when will you wait?”
Count Coma turned his head and looked at Arman in the distance, and just sighed when he turned his head.
Marika raised her eyebrows and wanted to stress again, but after only being stressed for a few seconds, she fell silent again.
She insisted on attacking before, but was defeated by a team of mercenary knights.
After a wrong command, her right to speak dropped significantly, and it was useless to say more at this moment.
Seeing Marika glumly kicking down the footman who was blocking the way and breaking his neck, she felt a little better.
"Okay, Lord Mizam must be particularly thoughtful...Under the watchful eye of the Holy Lord, we will definitely win...Don't take what happened just now to your heart..."
While Count Coma was persuading him endlessly, the anger on Marika's face gradually disappeared, and she raised her right hand, interrupting Count Coma's words. "Shh, did you hear that?" Marika raised her head and looked towards the direction of Rapid City with her mung bean-like eyes squeezed by fat.
Count Coma listened for a while and asked in confusion: "What did you hear?"
"The bell." Marika walked out of the shed quickly and took two steps in that direction. "It's the rapids." The bells coming from the city."
"What does this bell mean?" Count Coma's tall and strong body seemed like his little servant next to Marika.
"That's, that's..." Marika's eyes widened.
“It’s the bell that sounds like the city of Rapids has been destroyed!” On the other side of the military formation, Arman said to Mizam excitedly, “Priest Mizam, listen quickly, the city of Rapids has been destroyed. ! ”
"Yeah." Mizam said calmly, sitting cross-legged on a big rock with a blanket under his butt.
Alman, who had been unable to hold back, couldn't bear it anymore. This third round of fireballs immediately hit their heads again. If they didn't fight back, the infantry would really collapse.
"Your Excellency Mizam, the city of Rapid City has been destroyed. It is time to launch an attack while they are restless.
If you do not attack now, wait until they react. "Isn't this meaningless?"
"Why do you always think they are uneasy?" Mizam finally opened his eyes, "Do you still think of them as rebels?" ”
Arman was confused by Mizam's words and asked: "If you don't regard them as rebels, then what do you think of them?"
Glancing at Arman with hatred, Mizam looked at The fireball crossbow reloaded for the third time in the distance: "Will we be beaten like this by the rebels? Can the rebels wipe out an entire command company?"
"Uh..."
"A year ago, they were just a stupid mob, and they were able to defeat two church sieges and capture the Gulag monastery.
Nine months ago, they were ordered to He ran around in pursuit, but miraculously escaped from the encirclement and escaped into the Black Bone Swamp
Half a year ago, they suddenly appeared in the Kush Territory, leading a mob of thousands of mortals to attack and behead the Duke of Kush, and once again escaped from the Order Company.
Three months ago, they left the Black Bone Swamp. In just one winter, they trained to defeat an extraordinary army, and even annihilated an order company!
In the next three months, they miraculously put down all the rebellions in the territory and successfully ruled the territory of the two townships.
Even finally defeated the Ibe knights of Jinhe Township, including the titled knight Niedersall of the Red Bronze Fortress. "
"Give them another three months, do you dare to imagine what they will get to? ”
Standing up from the blanket, Mizam's usually lowered eyes suddenly opened: "A year ago, we only needed a team of mercenary cavalry to deal with them.
But now we have to be forced to do it. Don’t move, do you know what this means?”
I felt something in my heart, but Arman still pretended not to notice: “What?”
“At the same level or close to it. With the strength of our troops, we have lost the ability to take the initiative to attack, because as long as we reveal our flaws, we can easily defeat the opponent."
Stand up your chest, the amulet on the cross frame floats with you, Mizam is far away. Pointing to the flag in the distance: "In other words, after both of us enter the battlefield, whoever takes the initiative to attack first will lose the opportunity."
This is what Niedersall and Boillou didn't realize -
This group of rebels is no longer a mob, and their opponent has never been the rebels, but the regular army of another country.
But they still use the same methods to deal with the rebels. Isn't this just kidding with their own lives?
Mizam never joked with life, especially his own life.
So after realizing this, he studied Horn's two battles in Montenegro and Pavia early, and quickly found the weaknesses of the Salvation Army.
He discovered that almost every battle the Salvation Army fought was a positional battle, and they always waited for the enemy to take the initiative to attack before counterattacking.
Using the terrain, as long as their formation remains stable, they can maximize the power of the "Devil's Wind".
If the Salvation Army wants to fight a positional war, then Mizam will not fight a positional war with you.
You, the Salvation Army, are not moving, but Mizam wants to force the Salvation Army to move.
There is only one key point that forces the Salvation Army to take action, and that is the strategic goal of their expedition - to rescue Rapid City.
Now that the city of Rapids has been destroyed, Mizam’s order to Elad is to massacre the city!
Either the Salvation Army will have to sit back and watch the entire city of Rapid City be massacred, and the foundation of Saint Sun in Lower River County and Casha County will be completely destroyed.
Either the Salvation Army can only give up the advantage of positional warfare, go to the plains, and use its own disadvantages to face off against the command company's advantages.
No matter which way, the Salvation Army loses.
The only unplanned thing is the marching speed of Horn's reinforcements and the ultra-long-range fireball crossbow.
But it doesn't matter, some small mistakes are harmless.
Looking at the increasingly agitated formation of the Salvation Army opposite, Arman suddenly realized. Mizam smiled and patted his shoulder and chuckled.
"I have planned everything before the war. Don't let me down, let alone Sir Charles."
(End of this chapter)