Chapter 411: Alman's Pre-War Deployment and Mizam's Plan

There was chaos and black smoke in the church army's position.

The several phalanxes that were originally crowded would push each other from time to time to make way for the guards whose half bodies were covered in flames to rush out.

They screamed and rushed into the stream with the smell of meat and oil on their bodies.

The clear water flow instantly carried away the flames, making a "hissing" sound. The originally clear stream was stirred up by embers and blood and flesh, and colorful oil stars floated on the water surface.

The black smoke and flames dissipated, and the guards who jumped into the stream finally showed relaxed expressions. They stood up on their knees, but screamed in fear again.

They looked down and saw wrinkled skin and pus-filled blisters all over their bodies.

The pink flesh under the skin was exposed to the air, and the heart-wrenching pain spread throughout the body. Many people twitched in pain and even foamed at the mouth.

In this chaotic scene, the monks finally arrived with buckets filled with holy water and barely stopped the spread of the fireball damage.

Holy water only extinguishes the fireballs that are the source of the fire. The flames that ignite each other in the later stages need to be extinguished with stream water.

But after all this fighting, at least seventy or eighty people were killed or injured, and more than a hundred were injured. At least two hundred soldiers were lost in the battle.

These are not those peasant soldiers, but real guards and armored sergeants.

"Damn it." On the hill behind the battle formation, Count Koma, with a face covered in black and gray, wiped his face with a wet handkerchief in frustration, "The fireball was thrown too accurately."

Weighing the half-burnt staff, Alman's face turned horribly ugly: "Of course, they added arrow shafts to the fireballs, and the ballista must be more accurate than the catapult."

Shifting his gaze from the staff to a spot not far away, three clear wrinkles appeared on Alman's forehead.

Under the dark clouds, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of dark veil, blurring all edges.

The hot wind stirred the chamomiles along the fence and lifted the hems of the guards' coats.

The raised land was about three meters above the ground, and the guards' feet rubbed back and forth or took small steps on the spot from time to time.

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on their foreheads. It was unclear whether it was because of the hot weather or the residual heat from the fireball.

The phalanx was not close to where Alman was, but he still smelled the scent of timidity and restlessness.

Alman rubbed his brow with his thumb. For him, who was more adept at socializing and dueling, such a large-scale battle with more than 30,000 people on both sides was beyond his ability.

If only fighting a war was as easy as getting a lady into bed.

He originally thought that the red dragon breath had been detonated by the traitor he sent out, but he didn't expect so many of them would appear again.

In his opinion, the power and range of the Rapid City Fireball Crossbow were the limits, but he did not expect that the Saviors would give him another surprise here.

This wave of ten fireballs actually hit all three infantry phalanxes, and the most seriously injured one was hit by six fireballs.

The two sides had not even started fighting, but they had already lost hundreds of people.

If they still follow the original plan, these infantrymen will collapse before they can succeed.

The total number of troops that Alman besieged Rapids City was about 32000. Those who stayed behind this time, in addition to the incomplete imperial command company, were about peasant soldiers and ordinary infantry knights.

The remaining 21000 troops set out one after another since yesterday and assembled at Vercingetorix Manor.

They had already assembled the team before Horn and others arrived.

There are 12 30X50 large gray and colorful square arrays, arranged in groups of three, in two rows, a total of four arrays in the shape of a triangle.

These large square formations are composed of armored soldiers on both sides of the periphery and spear guards inside. Some infantry knights will form an assault vanguard in front of the formation.

This phalanx is called the Dunjar Grand Phalanx, but the Dunjar Grand Phalanx actually has very high training requirements, and the requirements for the proportion and arrangement of troops are even more stringent. A phalanx like the one Arman arranged, which is free to do anything except the number of people, can only be said to be inferior to the monkey version.

However, in Alman's opinion, as long as they are not the regular veteran army of the empire, it would be most appropriate to use them to suppress the civilian rebels.

Passing by the rows of heads wearing hoods or ear-covering felt hats, Arman withdrew his gaze back to himself.

Unlike the closely packed infantry phalanxes, these noblest knights would not mix with the infantry like the peasant rebels like Horn, but would be isolated on both wings.

On the right wing were 1200 local knights and 600 mercenary knights led by Countess Marika, and on the left wing were 300 members of the Imperial Company led by Arman himself and 900 extraordinary knights mobilized from Hotam County.

The upper and lower limits of combat effectiveness of these local extraordinary knights vary greatly. Among them, there are those at the level of Imperial Order Knights and those who are not so good, all mixed together.

For the old empire, the Imperial Company, which divided equipment and organization according to combat effectiveness, was considered advanced military technology.

For the local noble knights, the lack of correlation between combat effectiveness and title, coupled with personal vendettas, led to very common situations of mutual disobedience or lay earls commanding expert knights.

Therefore, one must be a noble who is recognized by everyone.

Countess Marika has a powerful family background, Knight Armand is famous, and Count Koma is also the bishop's dog, so these three people were able to get command.

"Are we going to keep doing nothing?" Countess Marika asked unhappily, combing her greasy hair behind her ears.

She was riding on a fat Cheyenne horse, a giant that could handle her size.

Glancing at Countess Marika, Armand looked at Mizam, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, and said nothing.

Count Koma, the infantry commander, squinted his eyes and looked at the fireball crossbows that were twisting the bowstrings again in front of the Savior Army battle formation. He said with a bitter face: "Sir, at least dismantle the few fireball crossbows in front. If you keep fighting like this, those cowardly guards will run away."

Among these armed night guards who were originally farmers, at least 8000 were mobilized from Hotam County.

After fighting outside for so long, their morale is already low. They might suddenly collapse in a round of fireballs.

This is also the reason why Alman hesitated. He did not expect that the Savior Army's fireball crossbow would be so accurate.

If they were allowed to continue bombarding with this level of precision, perhaps what Count Coma said would come true.

"Don't move yet. If you move, you'll fall into their trap." When several commanders were having a headache, Mizam finally spoke up, "Go to the upwind side and collect some firewood to light."

"Will this work?" Koma scratched his head. "The smoke won't choke them to death."

Mizam finally opened his eyes and glanced at him: “I don’t understand how these astrologers can calculate the direction and distance without stars, but they still need vision as the cornerstone of divination.

When the firewood burns, the smoke will obscure their vision and they will not be able to shoot accurately. "

"But the second round of fireballs is about to fall..."

"Then let the mercenary knights charge and disrupt them. The main force of our headquarters is not allowed to move." Mizam replied without raising his head.

Seeing that Mizam was still avoiding fighting, Countess Marika finally couldn't help it.

She was not as timid as Koma, and asked directly: "We are the side with the advantage in military strength, why are we waiting for them to attack?"

"You should ask Bo'oluo and Nidsal about this." Mizam sneered as if mocking her, but turned his head to look at Countess Marika with a very polite attitude, "Be patient, my brave Marika, there will be a time for you to fight."

Countess Marika slammed the whip in front of Mizam, her impatience revealed in her eyes: "Wait, wait, how long do we have to wait?"

"Don't worry, my lady." Mizam showed a gentle smile on his face, "We will be waiting for it soon."

(End of this chapter)