Chapter 415 If you can’t walk fast, just walk faster
After Horn’s order was issued, the boy army and the messengers scattered on horseback. With the smoke behind the horses’ hooves, they were still as hard as iron. The military formation began to fluctuate.
The quiet battlefield was full of whistles. The division captains held up the feather spears in their hands and ran back and forth among the crowd with red faces, beating the soldiers who stood in the wrong position with the feather spears.
Stepping neatly, the division captains crossed their spears and pressed them against the chests of the soldiers, looking back and forth to guide them into the correct position and arrangement.
The original horizontal formation turned into a vertical formation in less than five minutes. Within these five minutes, many people began to cough.
The firewood and straw that Mizam had ordered people to light upwind finally took effect.
Unknown to them, they lit a lot of firewood and straw. Muddy gray smoke rose from a distance, covering the entire battlefield.
Although the opponent's position is not completely unclear, the visibility has been significantly reduced, as if a translucent veil has been covered in front of the eyes.
Because he was downwind and unable to use poison gas bottles to fight back, Horn could only ask Paslick to lead a few wizards to try to blow away the smoke from the upwind.
Picking up the lookout glass, Horn looked at the phalanx on the opposite side again.
In the gray fog, groups of black silhouettes made strange war roars, and the only light was the flames and balls of light that rose into the sky when the magic was cast.
These silhouettes are swaying, row by row, row by row. Only the figure can be seen clearly, but the face cannot be seen clearly.
But Horn was certain that after the initial chaos, the church's array was also changing, and they discovered that Horn was trying to outflank him from the side.
We must speed up!
“Forward!”
Pointing the bloody cloud in his hand forward, Horn shouted to the commanders around him.
As the order was given, the earth trembled, and fine sand jumped up from the ground and fell on the grass blades.
Lefting the spear on their shoulders and holding the lower end of the spear with their hands, the soldiers marched at a strange pace.
The long spears cut through the smoke, cutting holes in the gray chaos, and the ammunition pouches on the dark red belt hit the advancing body.
All leather short boots walked on the ground. No one cared about shoes and wore straw sandals anymore. Even those who wanted money or their lives were scolded by the division captain for wearing short boots.
The green grass swayed and began to sway from side to side with the pace of the Salvation Army.
“Left, left, left, left!”
“Follow, don’t run!”
“Those who fall, follow their division, don’t force your way in. Go inside. "
The command came from the division captain's mouth, and the war monks followed forward with a look of exhaustion and nervousness on their faces.
However, the war monks on Horn's side fought at least Black Mountain Castle and at most fought all the battles from Pavia to here. Although they were nervous, they rarely panicked.
Compared with these war monks who were all dressed in simple black clothes, the snack city militiamen in bright blue and purple short cloaks shouted loudly and looked fearless.
But anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that it is a bluff, just roaring to relieve the fear in the heart.
Grape sat down and paved his hooves while Horn rode his horse and galloped past the infantry's marching column.
The scene of the battlefield march swept past his eyes like a revolving lantern. He frowned and was not very satisfied.
Most of the time, only the steps of his division are in order, and even only the steps near the division captain's body are in order.
They must be adjusted back and forth by the legion commander to ensure consistency with the entire fast marching column.
Looks like we need a drummer and a flag bearer.
At least according to Horn, judging from the completeness of the current formation, the war monks can still speed up.
Horn continued to cast his gaze into the mist. The sound of gunfire and screams coming from there proved that the Holy Gun Cavalry and the Kush Knights had already fought with the church's cavalry.
The opponent's reaction was also very fast. After thinking for a moment, Horn gave the order in a hoarse voice: "Change from quick step to charge step!"
The charge step is an enhanced version of the quick step, 120 steps per minute. , traveling 80 meters is a quite dangerous pace.
Quick step is the normal battlefield marching speed, 50 meters per minute. If you want to move forward while maintaining the array, this is a quite reasonable speed.
But for the Xiaochi City militiamen accompanying the army, even a quick walk is a bit unreasonable.
Looking at the silver breastplate vests of the Guards soldiers in front, Baron Colen, the captain of the Koike City militia, stepped up his pace again.
But when he turned his head, he almost fainted.
Compared with the neatness of the Salvation Army infantry regiment, the Xiaochi City militiamen behind him were brightly dressed, but mobile but like skeleton soldiers.
The end of the spear dragged on the ground and rubbed against each other. With their feet outstretched, they seemed to be able to hear the collision between bones with every step they took.
Anyone who doesn't know it would be afraid that they would fall apart in the next second.
Colen immediately yelled at the dissatisfied militiamen behind him: "Stupid pigs, they all eat the same food, why are they so slow?"
"I can't walk anymore, my feet hurt so much."
"Why are we walking so fast?"
"They all wear leather boots, so of course we can't walk."
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The city militiamen shouted angrily. After all, even if their predecessors were not ruffians, they were somewhat slick with the mercenaries' habits.
"Okay, stop complaining." The noisy shouts of the militiamen and mercenaries made Column dizzy, "After the beating, I will buy you each a pair of good shoes."
"I want leather boots!"
"I advise you not to go too far!" The tips of Coren's ears turned red.
"Okay." Although they failed to get anything more, after being inspired, the city militiamen simply changed their souls. They picked up their spears, straightened their chests and began to move forward quickly.
I have to say that this marching posture is impressive. Coren nodded with satisfaction: "Catch up... My Holy Lord, are we so far behind?"
< br>During this delay, the doorframe-sized Salvation Army infantry in front of us was only the size of a water glass.
Even though he had switched to normal speed, he still couldn't catch up with the Salvation Army infantry.
The trembling silver and black mass of the Salvation Army is getting farther and farther away, and it can’t even be seen clearly under the straw smoke. Were you walking that fast just now? Why haven't you noticed it before?
"Hey, buddy, walk slower, we can't keep up!"
A city militiaman shouted at the back of the division leader in front, but The other party didn't make the slightest move.
The Koike City militiamen, who were sweating profusely after walking, felt that something was wrong. They looked at the Salvation Army, which was far behind them in both physical and rhetorical senses, with doubtful expressions.
"Is it necessary to walk so fast? Then we will still have the strength to fight later?"
"The baggage truck is still with us, aren't we afraid of being stolen?"
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"Stop being so cunning."
"Lord Baron Cologne, please send someone to the front to ask."
There was no other way. Although Baron Colen didn't want to admit that he couldn't defeat the Salvation Army, this was a life-threatening thing on the battlefield, so he had no choice but to obey.
After a while, the militiamen in Xiaochi City received Horn's reply.
"Your Majesty said, walk faster!"
"No more?" Coren asked with wide eyes and a hint of hope.
"No more." The messenger nodded, and without waiting for Column to ask any more questions, he turned his horse's head and swooped out from the side of the road, leaving Column alone to stand there blankly.
If we can walk faster, shouldn't we walk faster? Aren’t we just unable to keep up with your speed, so we asked you to walk slower to meet me?
If I could go faster, why should I have people pass on the news?
As the noble commander who was defeated in the last big defeat, Baron Cologne can be regarded as a veteran (referring to being a mercenary agent) who often fights in wars.
Because he was the defeated general, he handed over all the command to the young man under twenty.
Although the early actions made Baron Cologne feel that he made the right choice, now he is a little doubtful.
With Horn's order, Colen returned to the marching Xiaochi City militiamen. The militiamen were startled at first, and then cursed in disbelief.
"Isn't the grandson of Raushi a liar?"
"I want to go faster."
"Isn't this nonsense? The messenger forgot Come back, let him come back, messenger!"
Colen rolled his eyes and saw the fellow sufferer beside him, Brune, who was also an infantryman of the Salvation Army.
I don't know why, but the new recruits led by Brune did not move very fast, and could barely maintain the same speed as them.
Thinking of what he had learned about Brune's past experience, Colen ran over, stretched out his hand and subconsciously tried to hug Brune's neck, but instead hugged his waist.
"Brother Brune..."
"Mr. Colen, I don't like men."
Looking at this simple and honest man, he almost came out of the field. The same Brune, Column was cursing secretly in his heart, how did he choose this old fool to be an officer?
"I don't like it either... Brother Brune, you are a veteran of the Salvation Army. What do you mean by asking us to leave quickly?" Colen asked with a face.
"The opponent's infantry is a large square formation and moves slowly. If we want to outflank them, we must be fast." Brune explained seriously to Cologne.
Colen was about to collapse: "Don't I know? I told you that you can't walk fast!"
"Then walk faster."
"Let's go "It's not fast!" Coren was crying, "Can you fly if I ask you to?"
"What you say doesn't count. Your Majesty has said it, so it can be done." Brune said seriously, "We just have to implement it. Your Majesty has a lot to consider. What do you want to do with all this?"
Colen, who was feeling sulky, returned to his queue. Looking forward, the Salvation Army infantry in front almost disappeared from sight.
Looking back at the group of city militiamen who were walking lazily and still complaining about the blisters on their soles, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Catch up, forget about the formation, let me prevail. , the salary of those who are left behind will be deducted, and some of it will be given to those who can keep up!"
"Good news!"
Amid the cheers of the city militiamen, Colen felt his heart bleed.
"Mr. Colen, please don't leave anymore."
In front of him was Brune who stopped him with a calm expression. Colen touched his wallet and asked with an evil look. Said: "What are you doing?"
"Stop moving forward first, we have to form an array!"
"Array? What kind of array?" Colen couldn't stand it at all, "You said it yourself. Let us move quickly, but now we have to stop and form an array. I have spent all my money. You told me to stop. Are you teasing..."
Facing Brune's numb face, Colen's voice gradually became quieter because he heard a regular thumping sound.
There was wind blowing in the smoke, and along with it came the sound of metal clashing between armors.
Even the laziest Xiaochi City militiaman stood on his head.
"Don't be the Imperial Company, never be the Imperial Company..." With his head held high and his eyes closed, Colen put his middle finger on his index finger, and he had never prayed so devoutly.
The militiamen of Xiaochi City spontaneously began to form a formation without any orders from Cologne, with long spears set up layer by layer, and thick oak round shields erected on their chests.
They've never been more efficient.
In this chaotic formation, a militiaman from Xiaochi City raised his head, and he felt something flash out of the corner of his eye.
“Ouch!”
The black shadow of the giant beast passed by the militiaman with a cold light. The sword picked up blood, and a wound deep enough to see the bones appeared on the chest of the unlucky militiaman.
His eyes widened, his body swayed, and he fell softly to the ground. His internal organs mixed with blood clots flowed from the wound all over the floor.
"Woooooooooo-"
The sound of the trumpet suppressed the noise of all the city militia.
Hunting's flag rolled up rippling smoke, and his thick black armor looked like a devil charging from hell. All the blood in Coren's body flowed to his head.
“Imperial Company!”
(End of this chapter)