Pullman was riding a horse behind the dense military formation, holding a telescope in his hand to observe the situation on the opposite side. He was wearing black armor, with a navy blue cape behind him, and his strong body showed strong muscles.
"Do we have to fight here? Pullman." A handsome-looking man asked from the side, riding a white horse.
"Of course." Pullman put down the telescope, then called the messenger next to him and began to give some instructions.
"Why, are you worried about my decision?" Pullman turned around and asked after giving his instructions.
"Some, according to the current situation, hide in the mountains, consume and harass their logistics, and then conduct an ambush, the casualties will be much smaller." The companion analyzed calmly.
"I understand what you mean. I guess you are scolding me in your heart for disregarding everyone's lives for the sake of vain fame and glory."
Pullman looked at his friend and smiled.
"But war is not just war, it is more of an extension of will."
"Since we started the uprising, we have mobilized many people to go to various counties and provinces to declare, to speak to those living in misery and oppression, to tell them this ideal, to stand up and fight, and to jointly create an equal and happy country."
"But as you know, the results were not good."
"Tolan, you should have seen those scenes. Some people get up early and work hard day and night to survive, and finally die of exhaustion in the smelly ditch. They have obviously reached this point, but they still tolerate it and never resist.
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"Yes."
"Actually, those people are not stupid, but too desperate. As long as they see a little hope, it will not be like this."
"But the nobles have extraordinary sequence training paths in their hands. They also have a lot of resources. One sequence 1 can beat a dozen ordinary people. If you resist, you may die faster. The repeated experience over the years is like a curse.
It locked their hearts tightly and became extremely docile."
"So what if we defeat these nobles in the mountains and forests? That will only send a signal. We couldn't defeat these nobles originally. We just relied on the right location for sneak attacks and won the victory by luck. We will probably fail in the future."
"Maybe you and I both know that's not the case, but that's how it seems to others."
"Only when the enemy is on a favorable battlefield and the opponent is fully prepared, and the West Wind nobles are defeated openly, can all doubts be eliminated."
"And such a victory will turn into loud thunder and ignite the long-dormant flame in people's hearts."
"So, no matter how many sacrifices we make, we cannot take a step back."
"Forward, forward, keep moving forward until death. This is our belief, our choice, and our destiny."
"Then, let's get started." Pullman waved his hand, and the ancient and desolate horn began to sound.
The horn is made of ancient animal bones and has been passed down for many years. As the horn sounded in the center of the military formation, the horns announcing the attack were also heard from the two wings of the rebel army.
The warriors under the blue flag were holding long spears and round shields. The spears were about three meters long. The dense spear points pointed toward the sky, like dense forests. The soldiers standing in the formation could not even see the sky.
Because in front of his field of vision were groups of gun barrels arranged closely. These soldiers stretched for nearly 5 kilometers and formed a formation nearly 100 meters thick.
There are about 120,000 formal troops mobilized by Xifeng, and there are also about 10,000 temporarily recruited farmers to be responsible for logistics and sundries. The rebel army has about 70,000 troops, and the rest of the auxiliary personnel are about
is 20,000.
After the military order was passed on, a mid-level officer began to make the final mobilization. In fact, they themselves were not sure. Everyone present had experienced such a grand battlefield for the first time in their lives. But no matter how nervous they were, they could not express this emotion.
, they are the skeleton and backbone of the army, and they are the courage of these soldiers.
"Everyone!" a roaring voice shouted from the officer's mouth.
"Straighten your chest and look forward."
"Hold your shield and straighten your spear."
"Work together and move forward!"
These officers will not tell these soldiers that they will survive if they win. This will only make the soldiers hesitate and waver in their will.
War is a matter of countless deaths. Any innocent fantasy will be shattered by the bloody reality. Rather than letting the soldiers take chances, it is better to let them accept this cruel reality from the beginning.
But even so, they still had a reason to move forward. Unlike those noble private armies who took money to do things, these soldiers in simple clothes had the consciousness of death from the beginning.
The silent formation began to move. They shouted slogans and marched neatly to the rhythm of the slogans. The cold spears began to move forward like a city wall. The simple steel armor and spears continued to sway as they advanced, like a shimmering wave.
of ocean.
When the West Wind Allied Forces on the opposite side saw this neat and terrifying scene, waves of tremors came from the ground, and they felt waves of fear.
"Hey, hey, no way, aren't they just country bumpkins from the mountains?"
A veteran wearing full steel armor looked at the formation on the opposite side and felt a little panicked. Isn't it just a common uprising of peasant dissatisfaction? Those guys would make trouble every few years and just give them a beating. Why did it change this year?
It was so powerful. And other small families around it even swayed a little, and their formations began to shake.
"Bow and arrow, release!"
The longbow battalion on the west side of the wind gave an order, and the thrown bow arrows flew high, crossed huge arcs, and then poured down like heavy rain.
"Raise your shield!"
The officers accompanying the army shouted orders, and raised their black cast-iron round shields toward their heads, layered like fish scales. The arrows landed on the shield with a clanging sound. Most of the bows and arrows were blocked by the shield, and a few arrows were blocked by the shield.
The bullet was shot through the gap in the round shield, and was inserted into the arm and shoulder. But even so, the soldier who was shot gritted his teeth and persisted, without putting down the shield in his hand.
After the rain of arrows, some soldiers fell down, and the vacated positions were immediately filled by those behind them, and they continued to move forward.
With terrifyingly regular steps, these warriors marched forward against the rain of arrows.
"Ignorance." The old Duke said in a broken voice, and then asked his cavalry to start preparing.
A lane separated in the middle of Xifeng's army, and cavalry wearing orichalcum armor filed out of it. The exquisite copper patterns reflected bursts of golden light in the sun, and the horses under their crotches neighed.
There is a triangular flag hanging on the long copper-colored lance. The red background flag has a golden goat head pattern. The totem of the Cliff Goat is the family emblem of the Duke of the Rock. It is as aggressive as a goat and has a strong giant horn on its head.
, crash through the rocks and never look back.
These armored cavalry wore tight orichalcum armor, and the horses under their crotches were also covered with tough armor plates. When walking, the armor plates collided with each other, making a crisp sound, like wind chimes announcing death.
The leader of the legion raised his golden sword, pointed it at the sky, and then swung it down heavily.
"Orichalcum sheep, charge!" The wind chimes sounded and the sound of hooves sounded like thunder.
