“Squadron, advance!”
Griffith raised the fleur-de-lis flag, led his squadron away from the battlefield, and headed west. Gérard, Raye, and Milla led the squadrons to follow him, forming a temporary Griffith Brigade.
Leave Boulogne ferry without looking back.
After adjustments, the squadrons of Lassalle, Milhaud and Warren Haydn stayed at the ferry, and formed the Boulogne Brigade with the cooperation of four ballistae to hold the position. Lannes, Murat, Nona and Culala all stayed here to strengthen
their defense.
As early as the day after Maglius's camp was hit by the flood, Griffith was already planning this battle.
The battle was marked by several days of sieges and counter-sieges around Bethe Manor and Castle, flooding of Maglius' troops and raids on Count Syndra's reinforcements, as well as a series of short but fierce assaults, raids and outposts.
An inseparable part. These large and small battles revolve around the same goal, which is the siege and reinforcement of the heirs of the Byerland nobles who were besieged in Beit Castle.
The battle about to break out at Boulogne Ferry was the final climax of the campaign.
Through several days of fighting and reconnaissance, as well as the intelligence provided by Fiona, Griffith clearly grasped the terrain of the entire battlefield and the strength of both the enemy and ourselves. His psychological sketch of the rebel commander Lance also became
It became increasingly clear that a huge and thorough plan was already in place.
 After repeated calculations and thinking, Griffith completed a careful battle plan. The development of the battle situation was under his control.
Through this battle, he will prove to Earl Larmore, Homemon Watts and Sidious that he is not a simple-minded pawn who only knows how to charge into battle, but a rare elite who can plan and command large-scale battles. They
If there is any conspiracy involving Griffith, the other side of the scale deserves more consideration.
His only concern is the safety of Sonia and everyone. If they want to abandon the army and flee to a safe place, he will not stop them, even if it means the complete collapse and destruction of the reinforcements.
 Now that the determination to fight has been made, the battle of Boulogne will proceed according to his prediction and preparation.
Griffith is marching towards final victory.
On March 23, 1444, at 11:45 noon, the main force of Reims's rebels approached Boulogne Ferry. He received several rebels who had broken up and defected to him along the way, so his arrival took longer than originally planned.
A little late.
After a long march, more than 500 of his more than 2,000 men were separated to block the road to the west. The others marched along the poor road, which had turned into the shape of a sledgehammer. All of them were made by
The four squadrons composed of veterans of the Verona Legion and other elite rebel soldiers are the hammerheads, and the other bandits, horse thieves and recruited militiamen are the long handles.
 Lance's tactics were very clear. He wanted to capture the ferry as soon as possible and block the exit for the aristocratic young masters and ladies to escape to the east bank. Even if he could not stop the aristocratic heirs, he wanted to eliminate more than a thousand city defense troops on the west bank.
A bugle sounded, and the rebel longbowmen came out first. They bent their bows and fired arrows like locusts towards the ferry position. They fired five rounds of volleys one after another, raindrops of arrows.
There was a dense tinkling sound over the ruins of the ferry and the village.
After preparing long-range firepower, the rebels blew the marching bugle, and the former senior centurion Theseus led two squadrons to attack.
They walked down from the Plaqin low hill with neat steps, crossing a muddy depression, and then attacked the ferry and village on higher ground. They wore golden helmets and shining silver chains.
A, holding a large shield, spread out on both sides of the road leading to the ferry like rolling waves.
Although the floods have receded, the mud and stagnant water still make the roads in extremely bad condition. Even with the Platchin Hill to gather and mobilize troops, the rebels are still limited in the number of troops they can commit to a single charge.
The legion veterans lined up in neat formation, walked slowly but firmly across the slippery and muddy ground, and marched two hundred meters until they reached the defense line of the ferry. There was no noise along the way, and the formation was not disordered.
Lance watched from a distance on the low hill as the army was divided into two, with one part staying at the ferry and the other heading west. He thought for a moment and then issued the order:
“The officers and soldiers wanted to disperse and flee. They must have known that there was no way to escape from this small ferry with so many troops.
“Immediately notify Huo Lan and ask him to contain the officers and soldiers who are fleeing to the west. There is no need to fight or let them go. Wait for me to lead the army to support.
 “Our army attacks with all its strength.”
 After issuing the order, Lance turned to the two fallen mages who had just met and asked:
“Master Mage, how are you doing?”
"We are guarding here," Wizard Reed pointed to the village. "Plaqin is the assembly point, and I will guard here. In addition, I suggest that the troops led by Huo Lan and Lu Ping be recalled and attack from the west.
Ferry, cover our left flank."
 “There’s no need,” Lance waved his hand and disagreed with recalling the army.
“My campaign goal is to completely annihilate the city defense troops in this area. If they are allowed to join the nobles to the west, they will pose a threat to our army’s rear and hinder my subsequent war.
"I will block the army's retreat to the west. If they escape into the noble territory there, this battle will be completely meaningless."
Mage Reed still wanted to argue, but an overwhelming battle cry suddenly erupted from the bottom of the slope.
 “Get ready to throw your spear!”
 “Three volleys!”
Theseus raised his sword and threw his spears like a storm, setting off a murderous aura and attacking the city defense position.
 The squadrons of Lannes and Warren Haydon hurriedly raised their shields to resist. They had built a low earth wall in front of them to strengthen their defense.
The sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong, and the sound of tearing flesh and blood were endless. After the heavy armor-piercing lance fired three rounds of earth-shattering volleys from a distance of less than thirty meters, the squadron commanded by the two men was shaken.
 “This earthen wall is really in the way,” Theseus said disdainfully, “Charge and kill them!”
The rebel legionnaires drew their swords and began to storm the defense lines of Lasalle and Warren Hayton. As soon as they came forward, they pressed the city defense army's front line and pushed inward, fighting from the outside of the small ferry village all the way into the village. The situation was precarious.
Lassalle immediately dispatched a punishment battalion. The soldiers of the two legions clashed among the ruins. It turned out that the rebel veterans were even better. They pressed the defense line and continued to advance slowly. Although the progress was smooth, the left wing of the rebel veterans also followed.
The conduct of the battle was revealed.
Before the second wave of rebel legionnaires could catch up, a loud bugle suddenly sounded from the ruins. Milhaud seized the gap left exposed by the rebel veterans and led his squadron to rush over from the right side of the village to attack.
The left wing of the legionnaires.
 The pressure on Theseus increased greatly, and the veteran squadron on the left was flanked and was at risk of collapse. While holding on to his position, he called for support from the rear.
At this moment, a violent black shadow flickered on the broken walls and broken houses, passed over the heads of people, and smashed in the direction of Theseus.
The rebel veteran who was in the midst of a fierce battle felt as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt, and his legs were paralyzed.
Wearing black armor and carrying a terrifying sword on his shoulder, Lana rushed into the queue of rebel veterans. He wore a ferocious helmet like a wolf head, pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and swept it towards him.
The black wind swept over the knees of the veterans, and they were cut down in pieces before they could react.
Like a mythical monster, Rana ravaged behind the veteran lines, opening a huge gap in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that his men were being beaten to pieces by the sudden counterattack, Theseus roared and rushed forward. He held a sword and shield and faced Lana head-on.
 “Bang!”
The two men collided like thunder and bounced back at the same time. Theseus's large shield blocked Rana's killing blow, and even stabbed him in the arm with his sword.
"Yo! It's very hard!" Rana nodded with satisfaction, "I wish I could."
The cold horse-killing sword hummed in his hand, astonishing power was poured into the blade, and the next blow would carry astonishing power and destructive power.
Just when Theseus mobilized all his attention to guard against this sword, Kulala flashed out from a nearby tree and shot a precise arrow at Theseus. The arrow penetrated his neck armor and penetrated
throat.
Before he could retreat, Rana struck out one after another, breaking Theseus's sword and cutting him in two.
The veterans of the rebel army were caught off guard. Their commander was killed as soon as the battle began. The remaining people could not withstand the fierce counterattack and lost their position and retreated.
The other two veteran squadrons had already caught up. They combined the first wave of defeated troops and launched another assault with almost no need to form a whole team. The dense swords and shields made Rana unable to find an opening to strike. The two sides fell into a stalemate. On the low wall,
and sawing repeatedly near the ruins.
Lance immediately sent follow-up reinforcements. The number of troops attacking the ferry and following behind already exceeded 800. However, Shutoral's counterattack was very tenacious. Even if some positions were captured, it would be difficult for the rebels to form.
breakthrough.
"Reed, send all the reserves up." Seeing that the veterans he had high hopes for could not capture the position, Lance immediately said to the mage.
Wizard Reed disagreed and still wanted to stick to the hill: "No, we must leave at least four hundred people to protect the hill and the village. Our follow-up troops are coming and we will reinforce them after they arrive."
Lance snorted coldly, passed Reed directly, and ordered his subordinates to leave two hundred people to guard Platchin Hill and the village, while the others quickly moved forward to support the rebels who were blocked from attacking.
At 13:20 in the afternoon, Lance gathered all the legionnaires and troops. The rebels of 1,200 people formed a dense formation. The main force advanced layer by layer close to the river bank, while the other part began to outflank the right wing of the city defense army.
.
 …
Griffith and four squadrons were marching in the wilderness. They gradually broke away from the battlefield and could no longer see the battle at the ferry. Far ahead of them, a rebel brigade was faintly visible. They were careful.
He kept his distance from Griffith's troops, neither attacking nor approaching.
This is very clear. Lance sent them here not to outflank our right wing with superior force, but to prevent us from escaping westward. Griffith was completely relieved.
To be continued...