Chapter 12 Griffith, there are limits to the brave
The short but fierce battle was over.
The bloody and choking wind swept away the smoke that shrouded the battlefield, exposing the dead bodies on the ground.
Only ten minutes passed from the beginning to the end of the battle. The mutated creatures that hit the gap were covered with corpses in the blink of an eye, while the rest howled and fled toward the mountains.
Griffith's battle with Big Bat caused him to fall on the path of the beast tide. Around him, corpses shattered by artillery were scattered all over the ground. The closer he got to the militia front line, the more corpses became.
dense.
The Qiming Town militia began to clean up the battlefield. Their casualties were minimal, and they maintained a strict formation until they defeated the monster's attack. The artillerymen and most of the musketeers who launched the previous rounds of offensives stood there like statues, looking ahead.
There were pieces of meat and corpses all over the ground, with disgust, excitement and excitement flashing on their faces, but no one left without permission.
Hundreds of monsters rushed out of the valley. They were hit by the first round of shelling far away, leaving some corpses behind. Although the loud noise and momentum of this round of shelling deeply shocked Griffith.
, but after the passion of the battle and the initial surprise subsided, he began to calm down and carefully examine the battlefield.
By observing the distribution of corpses, he found that the first round of bombardment had an average killing effect, and the attacks that really hit the beast wave came from the subsequent two rounds of close-range shotguns and volleys from musketeers. The closer the mutated creatures got, the more likely the militiamen were.
Their killing efficiency is even more amazing.
The militiamen did not have powerful Beyonders, and they did not even have enough combat experience, but they defeated an almost equal number of mutated creatures with an army of several hundred people. What did they do during this period? Long-range and medium-range shelling, fire
The gunners and pikemen stood still.
A volley of musketry followed at close range, while the artillerymen and pikemen stood still.
In the end it was a hand-to-hand battle dominated by musketeers, with artillery and musketeers having little help.
Griffith felt his teeth chattering. This brand new army shocked him deeply.
It was not the astonishingly powerful artillery and muskets that shocked him, but the army's organization, combat style and process that shocked him.
The incoming mutated creatures are driven by some mysterious force. Their shapes are distorted and their attacks are almost irrational. Despite the heavy casualties, many are still attacking crazily, which poses a huge threat to many armies.
However, such a beast tide was actually repelled by the militia! Indeed, the militia's formation training is very good, the discipline is very good, and the maneuver efficiency is very high, but if you think about it carefully, that's all. Their combat style is also simple, aiming and shooting or
They lined up in a dense formation and thrust with their spears. Everyone's tactical movements were very simple. A small number of mutated creatures could actually cause chaos after breaking through the formation.
Griffith noticed that both pikemen and musketeers were very weak when facing close attacks, which was in sharp contrast to their powerful long-range lethality. Faced with a sudden gap in the front line, the soldiers lacked the means to deal with it.
If Griffith hadn't come to his aid in time, the mutant creature would have almost caused heavy casualties after breaking through the militia's gun array.
This shows that the militiamen lack actual combat experience and preventive means to resolve crises.
Their advantage is that as long as they have the corresponding equipment and training and strictly implement the preset tactics, they can project their firepower and achieve results that even Beyeland's legions are difficult to achieve. The training cost of such an army is not high.
, but the power is not small. There is no such thing in the army I know.
Griffith walked around and looked around. Today's battle really opened his eyes. He looked at Roland behind the battle line and found that he was explaining something to the officers.
No wonder Knight Roland is willing to give up his status and reputation to come here. He actually created such a brand new army, and it can be trained with the resources of the border swamps. Today's battle is likely to be their first battle. If time passes, he might
Tens of thousands of civilians can be trained into a team that can compete with legion veterans.
What does he want to do?
However, the shortcomings of this army are also obvious. The single combat method and the weakness of individual combat effectiveness make it difficult for them to deal with unexpected situations. Plains, open areas and simple battlefields can better demonstrate their value.
Their tactics are also very rigid. Once the front line is broken a little, it may cause the entire line to collapse. The blood of the infantry battle line is also far weaker than that of the legion. The musketeers and artillery crews will be exposed to the attack of the wizard. Of course, the wizard himself is also very weak.
The danger is there.
Griffith thought subconsciously. If I were to fight with such an army... I would have to try my best to avoid attacking their front, break up their formation through terrain and long-range vitality, or concentrate on attacking a gap, and then use high-speed maneuvering cavalry.
Make a breakthrough.
Of course, this is not easy. The outcome depends on the commanders, terrain, supplies and other factors of both sides.
Easy to train and organize is their advantage, and their relatively rigid combat method is their disadvantage. If I were to organize it, how should I do it better?
…
"How do you feel?" Roland rode up and stood next to Griffith and asked, "Today's battle was very successful, and all three major goals were achieved."
“Which three are they?” Griffith asked seriously.
“First, defeat the main force of Warcraft so that they will no longer have the courage and strength to threaten my Wall of Sighs project and town;
“Second, the road to the Bellomont ruins is clear again, and the two or three remaining kittens are no longer a threat to you;
“Third, look at the flesh and fur here, we should be able to investigate what happened here?”
This third question also happened to talk about Griffith's concern about the letter. He echoed: "Knight Roland, there may be hidden evil forces driving these creatures. Do you already have clues?"
Roland nodded:
“I think they are contaminated deep underground. There is a lost ancient temple beneath the swamp, which holds many secrets.
“After years of purification, Canaan officials seem to believe that the place is no longer dangerous and have begun to open it to exploration by elves and humans.
“But let me tell you, if the ancient gods worshiped there are not even sure what kind of existence they are, how can the purification be completed?”
Griffith's eyelids jumped up when he heard this. The Bellomont ruins are the destination for summer research and practice, but Knight Roland thinks it is not safe. What should he do?
“Sir, should we cancel the exploration plan?”
Roland glanced at him in surprise: "Ah? Are you asking for my opinion? Of course I am against it, and based on my original intention, don't look at or touch any ruins, tombs, or mysterious objects. If you find one, just bomb it."
If one of us is missing, as long as we can't see or hear, the ancient gods can't do anything to us, don't you think? I think you must agree with me, we are the same kind of people.
“But the elves and wizard ladies don’t think so. They are stubborn. If you don’t have enough evidence, then be prepared to have a big fight with the girls. Ninety-nine percent of the time you won’t win.”
this……
Just when Griffith didn't know what to do, Knight Roland left some soldiers to clean up the battlefield and invited Griffith to return to the town with him.
As he walked, he said to himself:
"Griffith, do you know? When I was young, at the beginning of my story, I was also a young knight exploring the unknown and pursuing fantasy. I thought about coming to this wonderful world. How could I
How can you waste time?
“At that time, girls were surrounding me, and I thought I was the protagonist of the story, until one day my knees, well, my head suddenly figured it out.
“We all know that there are many hidden beings in this world, and just touching the fragments or whispers of their knowledge can lead to danger.
"But what do epics and ballads say? From the palaces of Canaan to the banquets of Bijran, what everyone is praising are the deeds of brave men, novel journeys full of unknowns, and green love, as if adventure is the only way to go.
A story with a happy ending. The fools buried in the sand, the sea and the valley will not speak against it."
"Is it because it is too dangerous for you to be a brave man?" Griffith asked, "The more you are exposed to secrets, the more dangerous you and the people around you will be."
Knight Roland rode his horse slowly and seemed to be thinking about how to answer. Suddenly, he showed a strange smile:
Griffith,
“A brave man has his limits.
“One thing I have learned from my short life is that the more scheming people pursue mysteries and fantasies, the more they will fall into unexpected mysteries. Human beings in this world are ultimately just playthings of the gods.”
Griffith was stunned.
“Your Excellency, what do you want to say? What do you want?”
The moment he said this, Roland almost burst into laughter, as if he was waiting for Griffith's question!
Roland looked directly at Griffith with his bright eyes, as if his long-cherished wish had finally come true. He opened his voice and shouted:
“I won’t be a brave man anymore! Griffith!”
"What?!"
This came at just the right time. Roland said with happiness on his face: "I gave up my mission as a brave man and left the gentle land of elves, just to become the real me!
“I build an army and yell at new recruits; then I buy a territory, farm the land, build roads, smelt iron, produce distilled liquor, train cadres, and build the grassroots.
“This is my world, without the constraints of nobles, wizards and the Holy See, and without the nagging of elves, I can do whatever I want, and finally found the real me!
"Tonight, I'm going to find a flirtatious, curvy little girl from the town to play with. How about you join me? I'll treat you to a drink of potato brandy. You can drink as much potato brandy as you want. I want to treat you too.
Go hunting and have a great time. What you see now is a militia leader who will be bald one day. He can curse people to the point of shaking the earth. He hates city people and elves. He whips and kicks dogs at will.
Domestic cat. I wear the clothes I designed and make a fool of myself in front of the important people from the capital. When everyone greets me, I will tell them jokes that they don’t understand. On the King’s birthday, I will get drunk and say
I wish your Majesty a happy birthday loudly. The rest of the time, I will talk loudly. My mantra is: 'God! This horse is awesome!'"
Griffith felt that he had entered a new world. Roland's actions and thoughts really made him extremely curious:
“And, sir, where is Miss Tidwige?”
"Of course she's crazy!" Roland patted his thigh, "She came to my door several times to question me and try to persuade me to stay. What do you think I said?"
"How to say?"
“I don’t care!” Roland waved his hand, “I don’t care. What the brave Roland lost was only the story compiled by others, what he lost was only the shackles, but what he gained was——