Chapter 536 Battle of the Lape River (Part 1)
The church army moved out later than Horn expected. According to the inference of the privy staff, he should have realized the moment he stopped. Either fight or leave.
He walked but didn't leave, fought but didn't fight. Until now, Horn had more than 3,000 troops gathered. He actually decided to start fighting at this time.
The Privy Councilors failed to use both sets of records, and the commander on the opposite side took every step they did not expect.
At noon on February 13th, the Kush Rangers sent news that the church army was gathering.
Horn, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately ordered the 1,256 and 4th Guards Corps to attack, while several legions of the Black Hat Army stayed in place.
After all, no one knows whether any accidents will happen, so it is better to keep some reserves and garrison troops.
"Woo——"
The army commanders who received the order to attack immediately blew their horns, and the sound of war immediately woke up the entire camp.
In an instant, the clash of weapons and the sound of footsteps immediately sounded from the camp. The black-clad soldiers from the tents and huts filed out and marched towards the assembly square at the entrance of the camp in an orderly manner amidst the chaos.
When Dravan heard the sound of the horn, he subconsciously jumped up from the bed, changed his clothes in the blink of an eye, grabbed an armed sword and rushed out.
This is a habit developed in several days of small-scale battles. The speed of those terrifying church knights can be seen with the naked eye just as the horn sounds one second.
If you don't hurry up, the Legion won't wait for you.
"Where are the enemy troops? Where are they?" Delavan hurried to the gathering square and asked the old orderlies who had been there long ago.
Although several orderlies arrived earlier, the feeling of relaxation around them was not comparable to that of De La Wan.
They stretched and packed medicines and simple stretchers: "It's not there yet. At least five miles away, the war monks have assembled. Let's just leave the camp in order."
After listening to the words of several old orderlies, , Delavan became even more nervous. He had seen small-scale battles, but he had never seen this kind of "big battle" with seven or eight thousand people on both sides.
He thought he had adapted, but now it seems that he has not.
Obviously, Dravan does not understand the "Battle of Little Mudou" in the secret history of the Papal State.
Delawan's throat felt a little itchy. He couldn't help but drink several sips of water, but the old orderly snatched it away.
"Stop drinking, or you'll be so nervous that you wet your pants on the battlefield."
"Yes, just like you." The familiar orderly next to him agreed.
“Fuck you.” The old orderly stared and pretended to throw the water bag at the man.
Seeing that several people were laughing and joking, Delawan couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you nervous or scared? This is a decisive battle."
"Who? You know, I'm still scared." Hanging a heavy backpack on Delavan's back, the old orderly said calmly, "But I tell you, when you go to the battlefield, even an orderly will have no fate. It's in your own hands
In addition to trying your best to complete what you should do and trusting the Holy Father and the Commander, everything else can only be left to fate. "
Delawan obviously still hasn't understood what the old orderly said. He just nodded blankly: "Then what do we need to do next? "
"Don't worry, I'll give you a good job. "Without any further explanation, the old orderly put a broken iron helmet on Delavan's head, "We just go and help the Miracle Priests push the fireball crossbow. ”
Pushing the fireball crossbow is indeed a good job. When pushing the heavy fireball crossbow onto the pre-made mound, Dravan almost collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.
It wasn’t just him. , the guards and orderlies were so tired that they knelt on the ground and panted
"This...this is...you...said...good, good life?" Delavan said intermittently, covering his waist and squinting at the old orderly.
"The snow has melted and the ground is too soft. I said, why is no one taking this job?" The old orderly sat down in the mud in frustration.
It turns out that the job of pushing the crossbow cart is indeed a good job, because the mules and horses are pulling the cart. They just help push it when going uphill.
But after the weather cleared up for three days and the snow melted, the situation was different.
Tamped dirt roads are okay, but small roads and wild grasslands like this are just a pool of mud, and the wheels of crossbow carts will sink into the ground at every turn.
Then you can only lift the ballista by its edges, lift it out of the mud, and then continue pushing.
After taking a short rest, Dravan used breathing techniques to regain his strength and became the first orderly to stand up and move around.
He stood on the mound and looked towards the battlefield before his eyes. The width of the battlefield is not large, with the Lape River to the side and rear, and the flag of the Lape River camp can be seen on the other side of the river.
The riverbank area in front of us is dotted with willow trees and reeds, as well as a lot of gravel and road-blocking stones, and is two to three kilometers long and wide.
On the river beach, the steel jungle composed of spears and holy guns moved slowly, and the long linear array was still arranged in a classic V shape.
On both sides are still the Holy Gun Cavalry, but the hussars have been replaced by Kush Rangers. After all, the orc hussars still have to patrol the lower reaches of the South Nauan River to prevent Brago's guard. Make noise in the east and attack in the west.
Delawan was just about to say a few more words when he heard an orderly next to him shouting: "Red and blue flags, three to the left and two to the right."
Delawan was stunned. Turning around, he turned his back on the flag, which meant "early warning of enemy forces." In other words, the church army had entered the battlefield.
"Have you entered the field of vision?" The astrologer monk from the White Mountain Monastery stared with confused myopia and hammered the arm of the fireball mage beside him.
"Not yet...Eh, no, it's coming, northwest."
Taking out the astrolabe and crystal pendant, the astrologer trembled and kept spinning in circles, and the sculpture The capable wizard rested his hands on the crossbow idly, with no intention of casting a spell.
On the contrary, two orderlies took out several balls from the wooden box. It was supported by an iron frame, wrapped in leather, and even had a small opening for inserting a clockwork key.
One of the Saints stepped forward and inserted the clockwork key into the small hole.
As the familiar gears clicked and turned, the sound of horse hooves began to echo on the river beach.
Delavan, who was quite familiar with the sound of horse hooves, immediately took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the mound.
On the gravel and green grass, a long and colorful line rushed along the road. They were about three hundred knights.
The battle flag is flying, and the blood-stained coat of arms represents glory and family background.
“My Lord!”
“Leia!!!”
Swallow-tailed flags and war cries flew in the air at the same time.
“It’s 300 meters.” Delawan had learned distance measurement in school and subconsciously shouted, “250 meters, 200 meters… they’re speeding up!”
Drawan Before Wan Huan finished shouting, continuous whirring sounds sounded from the surrounding mounds.
Dozens of cabbage-sized black shadows flew up, spanning hundreds of meters and landed in front of the charging route of the knights.
But what Delavan expected did not happen.
It was just dozens of balls with leather and iron frames. There was neither flame nor acid the moment they landed, and the legendary red dragon's breath and green dragon's breath did not appear at all.
Shouldn’t it be a fireball? He turned around and looked at the lazy Fireball Wizard, wondering what was going on.
Faintly, he seemed to hear a sharp tinnitus. Delavan looked at the battlefield again, only to see the knights who stepped by the ball showing pained expressions.
There seemed to be an invisible shock wave sweeping across, and the horses of the surrounding knights seemed to have been hit by giant hammers, neighing in pain.
They either stood upright, or became stiff and fell to the ground one after another.
Blood flowed from the ears and noses of these war horses, because countless of them were stunned and broke their legs while running.
On this section of the road, two meters high in the sky, there are flying armored knights.
They rolled on the ground, waves of snow and mud stirred up, and the air was filled with snow powder and mud they smashed up.
Some of the knights seemed to be under a immobilizing spell, their bodies froze on the spot, and they didn't realize it until they fell off their horses, then let out a cry of pain.
They dragged their broken limbs and looked blankly at the messy scene in front of them. They didn't even notice where the enemy troops were.
"What is that?" Delavan subconsciously took a step forward and almost rolled down the mound.
“It’s His Highness Sirov’s new secret weapon, which I call the Banshee’s Wail.” The evocation wizard who pulled him explained, “Inside those leather iron-framed balls are dragon-crushing whistles and Wind snail driven by orichalcum clockwork”
(End of this chapter)