One Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Endless Battle

"Prepare to charge! Sword unsheathed! Take small steps forward!"

On the ground where the snow had melted, cavalrymen in short cloaks and cuirass began to advance. At first they advanced in small steps, like rolling waves.

The horses neighed, their smooth fur reflected undulating oil in the afternoon sun, and the steel breastplate was like a polished mirror, reflecting bursts of white light in the field of vision.

"Raise your gun and aim."

On the other side of the horizon, soldiers dressed in various colors were 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 is very low, and it is not very useful, and once the effect is extremely poor, it will cause a severe blow to the morale of one's own side.

These newly trained soldiers are not veterans who have gone through the battlefield. Many of them are even playing for the first time. Their psychological quality is not high. If they are hit at the beginning, they may lead to collapse and escape. This is what officers try to avoid. of.

However, it is not the way to go on like this. . The few officers who wore fairy wood badges lowered their hearts and stared at the gradually approaching cavalry on the opposite side.

"Hurry up!"

When the distance was about 150 yards, the commander on the opposite side gave another order. The cavalry began to speed up, the hooves of the horses gradually became faster, and the ground began to tremble. The turbulent momentum made many soldiers nervous and their wrists trembled.

And time passed by, and when it was only more than 70 yards, the commander who accompanied the army on the opposite side gave the order again.

"charge!"

Exciting horns blew hurriedly in the army, and the cavalry also pushed their speed to the extreme. The four legs of the warhorse under them contracted back and forth at high speed, and the cavalry on their bodies also raised a series of shining saber and stabbing swords, a cold light. The turbulent magic power erupted at this moment, and layers of pale golden shimmers covered the body and horses, brilliant and violent.

"Fire! Fire!"

Faced with the sudden burst of air waves and army formations, the tense nerves of the officers on their side finally reached the critical point, and they gave orders in a hurry.

The continuous sound of gunfire was aroused on the front line, and the thick blue smoke even briefly blocked the line of sight, and the dense bullets instantly shattered the cavalry in the front row, sending out blood.

These high-speed cavalrymen overturned and rolled on the ground in an instant, and then were drowned by the teammates behind them, like a small splash in the sea.

Then, before the soldiers on the front could reload and fire the second shot, the cavalry had already killed them.

The sharp saber turned into a life-threatening blade in the high-speed charge, and simply swiped it to cut the soldier on the opposite side, and even the sturdy bayonet and gun broke apart in front of the saber under the blessing of extraordinary ability, Broken into sections.

The cavalry who entered the infantry front continued to move forward, waving the saber again and again, bringing countless blood, and the soldiers who resisted, no matter how strong they were, were drowned in this wall-like surging charge.

After the battle, several crows fell from the sky, looked at the ground covered with blood and corpses, made a few chirps, and landed on the shoulders of an inspecting imperial commander.

He rode a brown-red warhorse, followed by several black-clothed sergeants, overlooking the scattered flags, muskets, and corpses on the ground, his eyes slowly swept over, and then stood still, shrouded in Under the afterglow of the sunset.

"It's organized, but not enough." He briefly commented on the enemies.

"It's no longer the kind of world that can be changed with a single blood, and the empire will no longer be what it used to be." He took off his hat, bowed his head in a salute, put it on again, and rode his horse away from the area. earth.

After the initial rapid expansion, the 'Fairy Tree' organization also faced severe challenges.

After receiving the mobilization order from the regent, about 20 legions directly under the royal family began to gather, about 200,000 of them, all well-trained, not comparable to those weak and scattered local guards.

And the platoon shooting tactics in the early stage of 'Fairy Wood' were quickly learned and cracked by the other side. This is not a unique skill that can be maintained for a long time. There are also various geniuses and excellent generals among those imperial officers.

The cavalry of the Empire also played an important role in the battle, and the uprising 'Fairy Wood' organization was hit hard.

These cavalry corps scattered harassing attacks, attacking supplies and weak troops, gathering in groups to charge, directly breaking through the front of the infantry, massacres on a large scale, and causing the 'Fairy Wood' organization, which lacks war horses and cavalry, to fall into various difficulties.

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The Earl of Winlane, or as it should now be called, the County of Winlane.

This is the core and command center of the 'Fairy Wood' organization. A large number of workshops and weapon manufacturing factories are also gathered here. Even if the temperature is cold in early spring, the place is still boiling hot, and the roar of various machines can be heard endlessly.

White steam and black smoke floated over the factory building, machines turned over and over again, and workers next to 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 is complaining at this moment, because everyone understands what their mission and task are at this moment.

Many young people from other places and far away also gathered here. In the humble house, they looked at the rough blackboard that would blacken the walls, eagerly learning all kinds of practical knowledge.

A non-commissioned officer who has been rotated from the front line, no

He stopped with chalk, sketched on the wall, and quickly wrote down how to deal with the enemy, how to use tactics, and various points to pay attention to during the march, imparting these valuable knowledge in exchange for life.

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 coping." When the class was over, the dry-mouthed sergeant 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, he can clearly feel that his knowledge is not high, many words are not accurate, and there are strong words. local accent.

"Although I teach you, you must surpass my knowledge and experience and come up with better tactics and coping strategies."

"I grew up with little education and suffered a lot in my life, but I don't want this to go on forever."

"The future is up to you." He took off his hat and bowed to his students in a different way.

In the silent classroom, violent applause suddenly erupted, and many people even shed tears quietly as they watched the officer who took turns to teach limping out of the house.

The battle is still not over, and both sides will continue to learn and grow in this competitive process, until the more progressive and excellent side completely overwhelms the other side.