Chapter 313 Battle of Afton (3)
In just three hours, the "first line of defense" troops that originally numbered more than 40,000 people were now reduced to more than 10,000 people.
They are basically soldiers from various families in the North. They are firmly tied to the chariots of the North's nobles, and many of them have the status of knights.
They know that even if they surrender, they will not get any benefits, and the end will even be more miserable, and their family will be affected.
Among them were more than 3,000 heavy armored cavalry from the Principality of Bosque, nearly 7,000 elite rifle and shield infantry, and more than 2,000 archers.
However, they suddenly discovered that not only the front line, but also the vanguard troops of the Ember Kingdom had already broken through the fragile defense line at the pass, penetrated into the principality from the flanks, and appeared behind them like ghosts, killing this group of only ten thousand people. The stubborn troops completely surrounded him.
This is no longer just a mistake in battlefield decision-making, but an all-round crushing of speed, intelligence, tactics and even the military system.
——While the nobles of the North were still immersed in the dream of clinging to the natural dangers, the troops of the Burning Ember Kingdom had quickly completed the encirclement of this army through the cooperation of land and air and the cooperation of the "Nocturne" intelligence system, and even Before the war begins, propaganda wars are used to demoralize the opponent's military.
They are going to fight a war of annihilation.
He looked at the legions in front of him who were staring at him eagerly, and then turned to look at the pair of eyes behind him that were twinkling with light.
Finally, Loren Bosque fell into complete despair. He looked into the distance with empty eyes and kept shaking his head.
"No, it's impossible."
"It shouldn't be like this."
"I should obviously win a glorious victory, and then use the momentum of this victory to defeat my brother and become the true heir of the Bosque family."
In such a predicament, he was already a little incoherent.
He barely came back to his senses until the adjutant beside him reminded him.
"Sir, what should we do?"
The majestic and oppressive voice of the red dragon came from the distance, but at this moment, there seemed to be a hint of frivolity in the voice, which made Laurent feel even more annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.
"Time is running out."
"Ten."
"Nine."
"Sir, what should we do?"
"Damn the dragon, how dare he treat us like this! And those despicable animals!"
"When the war is over, I will kill them all!"
As the numbers get closer to the end, the pressure is mounting.
Under this heavy pressure, Laurent had completely lost his mind and could only curse.
In the military formation, even among the elite private armies supported by nobles, and even those officers with knighthoods and land grants, some of them could not withstand the pressure and fled.
Even the soldiers staying in the position were shivering and sweating, and they had lost their will to fight.
On the side of the Ember Kingdom's army, the eyes of the hobgoblins and ogres already had a fierce look in their eyes. They couldn't wait to step forward and tear their enemies apart, wanting to feel the rare pleasure of killing. More importantly, on the battlefield Make great achievements and become a noble dragon-blood noble.
As for failure?
That was never within their scope of consideration. It could only be regarded as a bit of a joke that could be published in the humor section of the Kingdom Daily.
"Four."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"I've given you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it."
The voice was extremely calm, as if he was stating an ordinary trivial matter.
"So...crush them." Suddenly, as the red dragon gave his final order, the entire wasteland seemed to be boiling.
"Crush them!"
"For the Burning Kingdom!"
"Fight for the great red dragon!"
The war drums of the satyrs thumped, the roars of the dragons were noisy and harsh, and the war cries of the hobgoblins and ogres were as fierce as burning flames. There was also the dull sound of the wheels of heavy artillery rolling over the ground.
This chaotic sound, which reflected the kingdom's military power, was intertwined in the wasteland, causing the surrounding enemies to feel trembling.
In the ogre giant artillery camp at the rear, the ogre boss, as the artillery commander, was about to issue an order to bomb the opponent's camp, but he was personally blocked by the hobgoblin marshal Doro.
"Stop, there's no need to waste cannonballs here. It won't be interesting if it ends too soon."
"They haven't tasted blood for a long time."
Doro looked at the seemingly solid human position in the distance, with a ferocious smile on his face.
In fact, Doluo was not only motivated by these considerations, he also wanted to save these artillery as a trump card until the end, not giving the Northlanders a chance to respond in advance.
This so-called "war" was more like an ordinary infantry training. He didn't even send out the Dragon Beast Cavalry, nor even the Flying Dragon Legion. He just asked the soldiers holding semi-automatic rifles to charge.
Laurent stared intently at the terrifying troops advancing rapidly, sweat dripping down his forehead, and his face had become extremely distorted.
"Stop, stop them!"
"Hurry up, you idiots, get in front!"
However, after repeated reminders from his adjutant, he calmed down and began to use the tactical knowledge he had learned since childhood to think of corresponding tactical countermeasures.
Lauren stared at the enemy with gloomy eyes, but he suddenly discovered that they did not send out cavalry and spear and shield soldiers to charge as expected. Instead, they put the most vulnerable infantry with guns in front and let them charge.
This was undoubtedly a kind of tactical contempt from the opponent, but it also gave Loren a valuable opportunity - the opportunity to achieve results.
As the commander-in-chief of this war, he naturally studied the Ember Kingdom's army through magical images.
Those long sticks called "guns" are a formidable long-range weapon, but their disadvantage is that they take a very long time to reload, and they cannot respond to the enemy's impact during this interval.
And he has three thousand of the most elite heavy armored cavalry under his command, enough to tear this group of fragile infantry into pieces.
Thinking of this, Laurent skillfully climbed onto his horse and put on the helmet with the lion's mane.
"Gather all the cavalry and prepare to charge in groups!"
"Let the archers cover us."
"Yes, my lord."
The herald hurried to the cavalry position to convey the commander's order, while the adjutant also arranged his armor.
"How dare you despise me like this."
"I'll make you pay."
Lauren gritted her teeth and couldn't help but sneer.
He knew that after losing most of his troops, this might be an unwinnable war.
But he wants to make these guys who dare to look down on him, Loren Bosque, suffer a little, and he also makes himself a heroic figure that can be recorded in the genealogy and even the history of the North.
"The lions of the Bosque family, even if they die, will bite off your arms with all their strength."
He put down the heavy visor in front of his helmet and thought viciously in his heart.
(End of chapter)