"Prepare to charge! Sword unsheathed! Take small steps forward!"
On the land where the spring snow had melted, the cavalrymen wearing short cloaks and breastplates began to advance. They advanced in small steps at first, like undulating waves.
The horses neighed, and their smooth fur reflected the undulating oil sheen in the afternoon sun. The breastplates made of fine steel were like polished mirrors, reflecting bursts of white light in the field of vision.
"Raise the gun and aim."
On the other side of the horizon, soldiers dressed in various colors were uniformly uniform. Under the command of the commander, they also raised their muskets and nervously aimed at the cavalry in the distance.
The officer did not order to fire, because the shooting accuracy at this distance was very low and of little use. If the effect was extremely poor, it would cause a severe blow to one's own morale.
These newly trained soldiers are not veterans who have experienced battlefields. Many of them are even fighting for the first time. Their psychological quality is not very high. If they are hit at the beginning, they may break up and escape, which is what the officers try to avoid.
of.
However, continuing like this is not an option. The few officers wearing fairy wood badges felt depressed and stared closely at the approaching cavalry on the opposite side.
"Move forward quickly!"
When they were about 150 yards away, the commander on the opposite side gave another order, and the cavalry began to speed up. The sound of horse hooves gradually became more rapid, and the ground began to tremble. The turbulent momentum made many soldiers become nervous and their wrists trembled.
Time passed quickly, and when we were only 70 yards away, the commander of the accompanying army on the opposite side gave the order again.
"charge!"
The passionate horns were blown rapidly in the army, and the cavalry also pushed their speed to the extreme. The legs of the horses under them retracted back and forth at high speed, and the cavalry on their bodies also raised shining sabers and stabbing swords, and there was a cold light.
The magic power exploded at this moment, layer after layer of pale golden light covering the body and horses, brilliant and fierce.
"Fire! Fire!"
Facing this sudden burst of air waves and military formations, the tense nerves of our own officers finally reached the critical point, and they issued orders extremely hastily...
Continuous gunshots aroused on the front line, and the thick green smoke even temporarily blocked the sight. The dense bullets instantly shattered the cavalry in the front row, spraying out pieces of blood.
These high-speed cavalrymen instantly overturned and fell to the ground, and then were submerged by the tide of teammates behind them, like a small splash in the sea.
Then, before the soldiers on the line could reload and fire their second round, the cavalry had already arrived.
The sharp saber turned into a life-threatening blade in the high-speed charge. With just a simple swing, it cut open the soldiers on the opposite side. Even the sturdy bayonets and guns were broken in front of the saber blessed by extraordinary abilities.
Broken into pieces.
The cavalry who entered the infantry line continued to move forward, waving the sabers in their hands again and again, drawing countless blood. However, no matter how strong the soldiers who resisted were, they were drowned in the surging charge like riding on a wall.
After the battle, several crows fell from the sky, looked at the ground covered with bloodstains and corpses, uttered a few crows, and landed on the shoulders of an inspecting imperial commander.
He was riding a brown-red war horse, followed by several black-clad sergeants. He looked down at the chaotic flags, muskets, and corpses on the ground. His eyes slowly swept over, and then he stood still, his figure shrouded in
Under the afterglow of the setting sun.
"It's very organized, but not enough." He simply commented on these enemies.
"Now is no longer the kind of world that can be changed with a single passion, and the empire will no longer be what it used to be." He took off his hat, bowed his head in salute, then put it on again, and rode away from the place.
earth.
After experiencing rapid expansion in the early stages, the 'Drywood' organization also faced severe challenges.
After receiving the mobilization order from the regent, about 20 regiments directly under the royal family began to gather. There were about 200,000 of them. They were all well-trained and were not comparable to the weak and scattered local guards.
The formation shooting tactics used in the early days of the 'Drywood' were quickly learned and cracked by the opponent. This was not a unique skill that could be maintained for a long time. There were also various geniuses and outstanding generals among the imperial officers.
The Empire's cavalry also played an important role in the battle, dealing a heavy blow to the revolting 'Drywood' organization.
These cavalry regiments scattered to harass and attack, attack supplies and weak troops, and then charged together in groups, directly breaking the infantry line, and massacred on a large scale, putting the "Drywood" organization, which lacked war horses and cavalry, into various difficulties.
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The Earldom of Wenlany, or should now be called the County of Wenlani.
This is the core and command center of the 'Drywood' organization, and a large number of workshops and weapons manufacturing factories are also gathered here. Even if the temperature is cold just after early spring, the place is still boiling and lively, and the roaring sounds of various machines can be heard endlessly.
White steam and black smoke floated up from the factory building, racks of equipment were turning over and over, while workers beside the machines quickly processed and assembled parts one by one, and then put them on the conveyor belt.
They may not have much salary and very good treatment, but no one complains at this moment because everyone understands what their mission and tasks are at this moment.
Many young people from other places and distant places also gathered here. In the simple house, they looked at the rough blackboard that would paint the wall black, and eagerly learned all kinds of practical knowledge.
The noncommissioned officers who had been rotated from the front line kept drawing on the wall with chalk, quickly writing down how to respond to the enemy, how to use tactics, and various points to pay attention to during the march, teaching these precious things that were exchanged for their lives.
Knowledge.
They may not survive the next battle, but these experiences will be passed down from generation to generation and accepted by future generations.
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"The above is what I have experienced and how I think about how to deal with it." When the class was over, the dry-mouthed noncommissioned officer finally stopped talking.
There is a slender scar on his neck and shoulders, and a few fingers are missing from one hand. When he speaks, it can be clearly felt that his knowledge is not high, many of his words are not accurate, and he also has a strong sense of
local accent.
"Although I am the one teaching you, you must surpass my knowledge and experience and come up with better tactics and response strategies."
"I have received little education since I was a child and have suffered a lot in life, but I don't want this situation to continue forever."
"The future depends on you." He took off his hat and bowed to his students in a unique manner.
In the silent classroom, violent applause suddenly erupted, and many people even shed tears quietly as they watched the officer who had taken the rotation to teach limping out of the house.
The battle is still not over, and both sides will continue to learn and grow during this competition, until the more progressive and outstanding side completely overwhelms the other.
