Chapter 39 Shutoral fights with all his strength - We like onions, fried onions, delicious onions!
At 6:00 in the morning on March 23, 1444, the entire army was awakened. The river that had been flooding for several days had mostly receded, leaving behind muddy ground and patches of swamps along the river bank.
After a day of gathering and adjustments on the 22nd, the troops gathered around Fiona were not ready for battle at all.
Despite this, everyone had no more time to hesitate. Many residents of Yambol Town were notified that three meals of bread and soup must be prepared for the soldiers, and breakfast must be delivered to the east bank of the Beit River before 7:30.
's ferry.
“Make sure everyone gets fried onions, that’s an order!” Fiona made a serious yet cute request before a full day of combat began.
The army was not in good condition, and many preparations had not been completed. Before setting off, Griffith was horrified to find that some militiamen did not even know about their squadron.
Despite all these problems, eating fried onions for breakfast was still carried out. The town officials quickly prepared the onions, eager to send the eldest daughter away as soon as possible.
The Fiona battle group, composed of city defense troops and militiamen from different towns, left the camp and headed towards the river crossing point along the pre-set road under the leadership of Shutoral. Mira had already led people to the villages and roads along the way.
A small flag was planted on the side to mark the route to the shore.
Following Mira's troops who served as the vanguard, six squadrons of Griffiths, Lassalle, Milhaud, Gérard, Ray, Jehovah, Helen, Hayton, and engineers set off one after another. They moved forward along the three roads that had been planned long ago.
, moved very accurately, neither getting lost nor blocking the road.
7:30 am.
Except for some of the city defense troops who had gathered at the Boulogne ferry on the west bank, each squadron blocked the ferry on the east bank and began to board boats to cross the river in batches. The remaining people had breakfast on the spot.
The fried onion rings that have just been cooked are put into the big pot and distributed directly to everyone's hands by the chef. The snack-like snacks are golden and beautiful, a little hot to the touch, and have a fragrant aroma.
Griffith got two pieces of fried onions that were still hot. He chewed them, and they were crispy and had a little tender sweetness. They had no taste at all like the onions he usually eats.
Not bad... Griffith, who hadn't had anything sweet for several days and didn't even have sugar, was in a good mood. He ate the onion ring in two bites and then stared at the piece in Lassalle's hand.
"It's delicious!" The fierce hussar noticed the gaze of his companion, swallowed the onion in one bite, and said with a bulging mouth, "This should be the tradition of the Xia Long family, and maybe it has mystical significance."
Due to the limited number of ships, only two squadrons of troops can be transported at a time.
Griffith's and Lassalle's squadrons were the vanguard of this battle. They were the first to board the flat-bottomed boats and row towards the other side of the river.
As soon as they arrived on the other side, the two apprentice knights jumped down to organize the city defense troops that had arrived. Their squadron followed closely and formed in formation west of the Boulogne ferry.
The rebels gathered on the west side of the ferry soon discovered the newly arrived squadron and the large force assembled in the distance. They let out bursts of panicked shouts, and many messengers and soldiers quickly ran towards the main camp to the west.
There is nothing left to hide.
Soon, the entire main force of the rebels nearby will be concentrated and outflank the ferry from the west and south. Whoever is faster will gain a tactical advantage.
The squadrons of Milhaud, Gérard, Raye, Mira and Warren Haydon crossed the Beit one after another.
At 9:30 a.m. on March 23, Fiona also arrived on the other side of the river. Sennamon was still trying hard to transport the ballista onto the boat, but everyone decided not to wait for him.
Under the gray sky, the silent floodplain looked like a lurking giant beast. It had just woken up from its sleep and felt very thirsty. It needed to drink blood to quench its thirst.
The rebels in the middle have already moved out. They gathered outside the camp near Beit Manor, showing a gray and messy line on the wasteland where the floods receded.
Led by the 1st Squadron commanded by Lassalle and reinforced by the Punishment Battalion, all 1,200 soldiers from the seven squadrons are already in place. Four of them are deployed in three rows at the front and rear on the left and right wings, with the Millaud Squadron on the far left and the Hua Hua Squadron on the far left.
Renheyden's squadron was on guard against the Beit River, where the rebel right wing would be, which was the direction in which the main force led by Lance would appear.
The city defense troops and militiamen wore tattered shoes and clothes, and only had long guns, short guns and wooden shields. Many militiamen were even armed with pointed hoes, or made of stones and leather ropes tied to sticks.
A crude hammer.
Fiona came to the front of the army, unfurled the flag of swords and roses, and waved it forward under the gaze of all the troops. This was specially sent to her by her classmates in Old Town.
Under the gorgeous flag, the soldiers walked towards the first battle of their lives. They lined up next to each other in a long queue, some with faces full of fear and nervousness, others with excitement and excitement, looking at the majestic trainee knights in front of the team.
, the dream is to witness wonders, get love, wealth and glory just like in the story.
Paxiu's hands and feet were stiff, and he moved forward hand in hand like a puppet in the story. He was in a small team guarding Fiona, walking in the middle of the entire battle line, and a beautiful blond girl was walking in front of her holding a flag.
In front, Griffith's and Lasalle's squadrons sandwiched them.
The rebels who were besieging the outskirts of Beit Manor appeared in the distance, holding bright red flags high like roses blooming on the gray soil.
On the horizon, both sides could only vaguely see the blurry outline of the other side. They let out a heavy gasp and began to move forward slowly.
The sound of heavy footsteps was as chaotic and dense as hail.
Griffith glanced back at the squadron that was following closely behind him, advancing in three columns. The intense worry and tension almost turned into reality, hovering above the squadron like a ghost.
The situation of Lassalle's troops was similar. His city defense troops were tense and mechanical, and the legionnaires were like dead dogs with broken backs, dragging their crippled hind legs and barely keeping up.
At the southernmost end of the battle line, the determined Milhaud held the left flank of the battle line. The troops covering his side, if Reims suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he and his squadron would be destroyed in an instant.
However, he didn't even look at the wasteland on the left where thousands of rebels might be hiding. He raised his halberd and pointed straight ahead, marching forward.
The army is advancing.
Is it me, or is it La Salle Griffith who is starting to get emotional?
There is still some time before the battle, but the stiff formation has begun to break.
The city defense troops and militiamen who had never participated in a battle had walked less than seventy steps, and the team was already broken by tension, mud, water, low hills and rocks.
The soldiers who were originally surrounded by their companions suddenly found that they had no comrades around them, and involuntarily began to slow down, accelerating the disintegration of the team.
All Shutoral have never served as officers. They are perfect non-commissioned officers, extraordinary warriors, and can even solve many problems encountered in logistics, intelligence and staff work. However, no one has ever commanded a large army with unparalleled ability.
Momentum and charisma serve as flags to guide the way forward.
However, someone must now step forward to mobilize and command before the war.
Griffith realized that everyone had overlooked this matter. Veterans were dispensable, but for the inexperienced city defenders and militia, the importance of morale and courage was irreplaceable.
LaSalle cast his gaze over. He also realized the same problem.
The two of them took a few steps forward almost at the same time and raised their halberds at the same time.
The whole army was attracted by this signal. The Shutorals stopped the team one after another, waiting for the signal from the central army.
At this moment, Fiona suddenly rushed out...
She jumped onto a big rock holding a flag. The whole army saw her waist-length golden hair like morning sun, her charming silver breastplate, and her blue petticoat swaying under her skirt.
She waved the flag of swords and roses, dancing like an elf on the rocks.
The military flag rolled and rotated with her slender arms, painting a dizzying color, and hunting gusts began to stir on the battlefield. Thick clouds dispersed under the strong wind, and the golden sunshine sprinkled on her long hair and shoulders, and the military flag was dyed
A holy light like pure gold.
The whole army was stunned and stood on the spot holding their breath.
The military flag fluttered in the strong wind. At first, there was just a whistling sound in the air, which gradually turned into a long echo like a trumpet. The light that enveloped Fiona was like a blooming rose, spreading a soft halo to the standing army.
Griffith suddenly found that his depression, tension and sorrow had been swept away. He felt inexplicably that he would have good luck, and his body became lighter.
The city defense troops with solemn and nervous expressions actually grinned one by one. They seemed to have received attention from a distant existence and received joyful blessings.
The scenery of the wilderness has changed accordingly. The haze has dissipated, the mud is no longer an obstacle, and the low hills, broken trees, and rocks blocking the road look like a picnic scene.
The snare drum played a cheerful rhythm. The drummers didn't know what they were playing, but the charming and light melody echoed in their minds.
Fiona jumped off the rock and pointed the radiant military flag forward.
The whole army moved with a roar. Everyone subconsciously formed a tight formation and marched to the brisk drum beat.
Griffith heard a beautiful melody, and there was a faint word.
“Lana, your Fiona is here.”
Fiona was humming softly. She was still quiet at first, but the timbre and melody seemed to echo in everyone's hearts.
She raised the flying battle flag, led the entire army forward, and sang a simple but strange "Chant del’Oignon" (Chant del’Oignon) with a beautiful voice:
“We love onions, fried onions, good onions!
“We love onions, fried onions, good onions!
“We love onions, fried onions, good onions!
“We love onions, fried onions, good onions!
“Comrades move forward, we will be the vanguard. Move forward, move forward, move forward!
“Comrades move forward, we will be the vanguard. Move forward, move forward, move forward!
“Comrades move forward, we will be the vanguard. Move forward, move forward, move forward!
“Comrades, move forward, we will be the vanguard. Move forward, move forward, move forward!”
Griffith and Lasalle were extremely nervous, fearing that Fiona, who was walking in front, would be injured by an ambush and escape and would not be able to explain to Lana.
However, they soon discovered that the originally chaotic march had become orderly.
Those inexperienced soldiers who did not understand the guidance of drums and flags were as confident and orderly as experienced warriors.
Although the lyrics are weird and even make people want to laugh, it feels different when sung by a beautiful girl.
Every soldier who looked at the flag and listened to the bright and sweet "Onion Song" was high-spirited and confident.
They blended into a strange group, as if they were an inseparable member of it, with light steps. They were as heroic and unstoppable as the old guards of the most determined Mark Aurelius Antony's standard guard.
Some rebel sentries and skirmishers were hiding in the ruins and woods, watching in horror as the neat team approached their camp with alarming speed and organization. Some people couldn't help but jump out and want to harass the team.
However, the neat formation was like a battleship passing by a fishing boat. When the battle formation touched the incoming rebels, the stragglers melted away in the blink of an eye like the white snow in warm spring.
Two column squadrons and five horizontal squadrons spread out on the plain. They stepped over the creek, stepped over the low hills, and followed Fiona's flag on the mud and gravel.
Soon, everyone was singing along with the cheerful songs.
“We love onions, fried onions, good onions!
“A fried onion, a delicious onion, turns us into lions.
“Comrades move forward, we will be the vanguard. Move forward, move forward, move forward!
“Comrades move forward, we will be the vanguard. Move forward, move forward, move forward!
“Comrades move forward, we will be the vanguard. Move forward, move forward, move forward!
“Comrades, move forward, we will be the vanguard. Move forward, move forward, move forward!”
Songs replaced drums, and each squadron kept a unified pace through the mud and depressions. This army, which was poorly trained and unfamiliar to each other, actually stretched its arms and legs as if it were a living person, and suddenly appeared in the middle at an astonishing speed.
in front of the rebels.
The rebels were all stunned. They had just come out of the camp and were still forming and deploying in a chaotic manner. The battle line of the Fiona battle group with thousands of people actually crossed the muddy ground neatly and pressed over them like an overwhelming mountain.
There were also experienced warriors among the rebels. They simply could not believe that thousands of city defense troops and militia troops could maintain an orderly battle array and march at such a fast speed. Their first reaction was that Beyelan's legion came wearing mixed clothes.
Attacked them by surprise.
The plan to outflank the official army with the main force in the south of Reims failed.
The rebel center led by Wizard Reed and Daruno was not even ready for the minimum expansion. The reinforcements commanded by Fiona were already rushing towards their faces. They could only shout and shoot arrows, hoping to
Buy some time to set up the formation.
Under the brilliant light of indomitable progress, Fiona waved the flag and pointed forward:
“Long live Byarlant (VivelaByarlant)!”
The squadrons of Griffiths and Lasalle, who had been preparing for the attack, penetrated the core of the rebels in column. They carried out the tradition of Bayerland's army.
When encountering difficulties, the central government makes a breakthrough!
Fiona held the military flag and rushed to the front, while the two Shutorals desperately chased her behind.
The rebel archers saw the rising sun-like military flag and the shining Fiona from a distance, and shot almost all the arrows they could.
Griffith felt that the rain of arrows falling from the sky was like splashing water, and he hurriedly raised his vanguard shield to protect Fiona in front of her.
His streamer shield was shattered in an instant. The shield made a sound like a summer shower. Several nearby city defenders were shot down. He hugged Fiona and pushed her to the ground, fearing that she
He rushed into the rain of arrows and was shot into a sieve.
"We are going to attack!" Fiona hit Griffith with her fist and shouted into his ear, almost bursting his eardrum. "Let everyone see my flag!"
"What are you talking about? You can't hear me! Louder!" Griffiths shouted at her with a louder voice, which shocked Fiona for a moment. The sound of the buckler's ding-dong-dong impact was continuous, and even
Several arrows pierced the greaves, causing a sharp pain in his calf.
“Long live Bijalan!”
Lassalle roared louder. His double armor was filled with arrows, smashing through the formation of archers like a porcupine.
“Long live!”
The squadron behind them swarmed forward, smashing into the rebel archers head-on and trampling over their faces.
The archers who had just fired less than two rounds of arrows were in chaos. They turned around and ran towards their own team, smashing into pieces the ranks of swordsmen, shield soldiers and spearmen who were covering them.
Lassalle swept his halberd across his chest, and the densely packed arrow shafts and arrow feathers fell to the ground like goose feathers in heavy snow. He used his halberd to clear the way, shouting fiercely in the crowd. The rebels who were attacked by him started to fight like toys.
Fly out upside down.
In the blink of an eye, a gap was created for the rebels. Six squadrons of city defense troops tore through the defense line and appeared on the side and rear of the rebels.
“Fiona, don’t charge, raise the flag here!” Griffith grabbed Fiona who was about to charge to who knows where, and shouted the slogan:
“Griffith Squadron, all turn left!”
The soldiers of the squadron obeyed the order and suddenly transformed into a horizontal formation facing the rebel flank.
Lassalle's squadron also began to rotate after this, spreading out to the right into a horizontal formation.
“Beat them!”
Amid thunderous roars, the two main squadrons that had completed the central breakthrough began to tear apart the rebel formations to the left and right.
Milhaud, Raye and their squadrons joined the battle one after another. The rebels were in a mess and were attacked from the front and flanks. They were beaten and retreated.
“Failed! Defeated!”
Many rebels exclaimed. They suddenly found a dense army of city defense troops behind them, thinking that the entire army had been surrounded.
Terror and panic spread rapidly. Large groups of rebels dropped their flags and weapons and began to flee wildly.