Chapter 359: Battle of Black Mountain (Pre-war Deployment)
He arrived at the temporary knights' gathering place with a gloomy face, and the knights who were originally shouting fell silent.

"Prepare for war!" Nidsal's copper-colored face turned almost matte black with a gloomy face. "Are you satisfied now?"

"What's the matter of being satisfied or dissatisfied? Aren't we all following your orders?" The Archbishop of Jinhe Township folded his arms over his chest and smiled sarcasticly.

Nedsal was not affected by the archbishop's trash talk, but he kept the old man's face firmly in his mind.

Now the arrow is on the string and has to be shot. Even if he feels it is difficult to fight or there are risks, he has to fight hard.

It's not like Niedsal hasn't fought a battle where he was forced to do something he wasn't prepared for, but every time he encountered one, it was more disgusting than eating shit.

Reluctantly, Nedsal still made the pre-war troop deployment with brief words.

The Ibe Knights transferred from Windward Castle assembled a total of 10800 soldiers.

The cavalry consisted of 400 extraordinary knights, including 150 square-flag knights, 250 squire knights, 1000 retinue knights, and 300 Cossacks.

On the infantry side, there were 4000 night guards, 900 armored soldiers, 1100 archers, and 3000 peasant soldiers.

"These 11000 people are divided into three armies: left, center, and right, with Nidsal, Zelaken, and Domenico as commanders!"

Standing on the mound, Nedsal frowned as he watched the orc hussars running back and forth in front of the formation.

"Find a few teams of extraordinary knights and drive them all away. Don't pursue them any further."

In order to mobilize the troops smoothly, a dozen extraordinary knights and nearly a hundred followers began to charge towards these orcs in armed clothing.

Under the command of the three commanders, the crowd moved slowly and chaotically.

One formation after another began to unfold. Amid the complicated sounds of footsteps, the crisp sound of weapons colliding with each other could be heard.

Under Nidsar's arrangement, the army finally slowly deployed its battle formation in front of the Black Mountain.

Located in the southeast was the right wing army led by Domenico, which consisted of 100 square-flag knights, 100 squire knights, 500 escort knights, 200 armored sergeants and 2000 peasant soldiers.

They were facing the steepest part of the ridge in the southeast direction, but judging from this configuration, Niedsal's only requirement for Domenico was to prevent him from being overwhelmed by the Salvation Army coming down the mountain.

Naturally, Nidsal would not give the position of commander-in-chief of the central army to the Archbishop of Jinhe Township.

This position was held by his confidant Zelaken, who led 150 squire knights, 200 squire knights, 1100 archers, 2000 night guards, 500 armored sergeants, and 1000 peasant soldiers.

The night guards and armored sergeants were arranged in a 50X50 formation, and with the archers, it was just a Dunjar phalanx.

The left wing was commanded by Niedersall himself, who led 300 Cossacks, 2000 night guards, 200 armored sergeants, and 300 squires.

Among them, 2000 night guards and 200 armored sergeants formed a 25X88 attack column.

The left-wing army faced the relatively flat part of the northwest side of the Black Mountain ridge. In the sunlight, at least four squadrons were visible to the naked eye.

Niedsal made up his mind to first take down a squadron of his rebels and then send the knights on the center right wing to charge.

If the center-right troops suffered a defeat, he would calmly persuade them to leave with their troops and carry out their previous plan.

If the center-right army is lucky enough to suppress these rebels, he doesn't mind wiping them out now.

However, from Nedsal's own understanding, judging from the performance of the clockwork gun alone, fighting a positional war with these damn rebels would be a hassle.

"Remember, when I attack, you use the rain of arrows to suppress the enemy's center and don't let them mobilize their forces. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Zerakken nodded heavily.

After explaining the tactics, Niedsal mounted his horse and rushed towards his left wing army. His left wing army was not on the same road as these people, and even if they arrived at the battlefield, they were still far away from the center and right wing army.

This is mainly to prevent these damn bastards from causing trouble and attacking the formation he is in.

Unlike those rubbish armies, Nedsal has always believed that although the army has tens of thousands of people, 8000 of them are useless and have to be brought along.

Only the elite can decide the outcome of a war.

When they arrived at the left wing army where they were, on the flat ground covered with thatched grass, two thousand night guards were wearing simple leather armor or military uniforms, their tattered clothes soaked with sweat.

They held spears and simple wooden shields tightly in their hands, their steps were untidy, and from time to time someone stumbled due to nervousness.

In sharp contrast to this were the two hundred armored soldiers standing on the periphery. They had long swords tied around their waists, battle axes or two-handed swords on their shoulders, and most of them wore chain mail or breastplates.

The chain mail shone silvery in the sunlight, with faint traces of dark red rust or blood visible between the gaps in the armor.

Every step they took made a harsh sound of metal collision.

But in Nedsal's opinion, they had clumsy steps, uncoordinated bodies, and were useless except for knowing a few breathing techniques.

Even the elite infantry of the Ibe Army formed a sharp contrast with the Nikossacks.

These bronze-skinned heavy javelin cavalry stood solemnly to the side, wearing a layer of red linen smocks over their armor. Their tall war horses snorted, looking down on the infantry passing by them.

"White ghosts, huh!" The pale skin of the imperial people has always been a common target of ridicule by the Cossacks.

In a chaotic pace, Montenegro slowly approached the marching army.

Niedsal saw from afar that the center right wing had already lined up its troops, so he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to ask the left wing to form a formation.

But just as he turned around, a sharp whistle pierced the air.

Ned Salton felt something was wrong, especially when the breathing sound was mixed with the cheers of the Ibe Knights.

When Knight Ibe cheered, Nidsal laughed.

Unlike knights like Helwyn who had fought against the Black Snake Bay army, the knights from the heart of the Ibe Plains such as Windward Castle could only suppress the farmers at most.

These knights who fight daily security battles cheered when facing the regular army. There is only one possibility - something went wrong.

He turned his head instinctively and saw that the hussars had already drawn their bows and arrows were flying like raindrops towards the knights in the center of the army.

At this time they were braver. The arrows hit the thick armor and they rushed towards the Hussars against the rain of arrows.

"Retreat!" Grush's order, the Hussars finally arrived.

However, there were still seven or eight who were unable to retreat in time and were pierced through the chest by a lance, falling to the ground howling in agony.

As the other knights began to praise loudly, the extraordinary knights who had just lined up in the front row of the center army broke away from the team and chased after the hussars amid Zelakn's angry curses.

This is clearly a taboo for cavalry - a reckless charge!
"Charge, kill!"

Under Nedsal's incredulous eyes, Domenico's battle flag on the right wing took the lead and rushed to the front.

There weren't even any hussars or any enemies in front of him! They just saw the center army charging and followed suit!
The knights in the center charged without waiting for his arrival, which gave Nidsal a cerebral hemorrhage, but he never expected that there were other masters.

"Speed ​​up the march, speed up the march!"

(End of this chapter)