Chapter 64: Gambling on the National Destiny (3)
The scorching sun in mid-autumn is still dazzling, as if it wants to make up for the absence during the previous rainstorm.
Humid water vapor rose from the ground, but the air in mid-air was distorted by the sunlight.
Even the oldest man in Qianhe Valley had never seen such abnormal weather.
Standing in a tree on the hillside of a small mud ditch, Dyshka looked intently with his one eye at the church troops that appeared among the groves and bushes, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the church army had not yet passed the fence, and they were two candles late, which was not too late.
Although for some reason the other party has not yet crossed the small mud ditch, at least for now, he doesn't have to change his surname to Slug.
"Your Majesty." Jessica jumped down from the tree, "The enemy has already passed the pre-arranged ambush position. Our original plan may not work."
The ambush location was the narrowest on the road. The battlefield they were currently on was relatively wide, and the Black Hat Army might not be able to block it.
What's more, our side was late and ran into the enemy head-on. How could this be an ambush at a market?
Horn held the Horn Sword at his waist, a look of desperate calmness appearing on his face.
Why didn't any of his plans succeed?
Always think about what has happened, always try to clean up the mess, and always think about how to minimize the losses instead of regretting.
Did I vow that my plans and plots would always fail?
"Djeshka, you have seen big scenes before, tell me how to fight."
“I think that the 175 companies of the Black Caps and Guards should form three large square formations on the front battlefield to block the gap in the small mud ditch and engage in a large-scale battle.
The left wing of the Black Hat Army launched a strong attack, the central army made a feint attack, and the right wing of the Guards defended and counterattacked. After defeating the serf soldiers, the left wing of the Black Hat Army attacked from the side. After defeating the enemy's central army, the left wing of the Black Hat Army and the central army jointly attacked the night guards.
The 35 command companies of the Children's Army acted as vaulters and ambushed in the bushes on both sides together with the Holy Grail Knights, waiting for an opportunity to attack the enemy's armored soldiers.
This is an old tactic we are used to. In Norn, it is called the Fenrisch Tactic, which is translated into the Francophone as the revolving door tactic. "
"Let's do it." Horn seemed to be in a desperate mood.
While Horn was arranging his troops, Quincy was also in chaos.
Quincy was riding back and forth on his horse, looking very busy, while his trusted followers and night guards were also running around.
"Ambush!" Quincy, riding on a nag, shouted loudly, "Quickly form a line."
"What kind of ambush is this?" Bonard, who was also riding on a nag, asked in confusion, "Didn't we run into the rebels head-on?"
"They suddenly appeared. Isn't this an ambush?" Quincy said, as if he had no time to explain. "Hurry up and hide. Don't get hurt."
But everyone appeared suddenly and bumped into each other while marching. How can this be considered an ambush?
Ambush each other?
Besides, even if it was an ambush, they wouldn't come to attack. Judging from the scene Bonard saw, the rebels over there were more panicked than them.
However, Bonard did not ask the question because Sissi patted the back of his hand, signaling him to stop talking.
After all, the battlefield is not somewhere else. For the safety of Miss Sissi, Bonard did not continue to find fault.
On the narrow muddy slope, the serfs and night guards pushed and shoved each other, the black hats and guards cursed at each other, and their straw sandals trampled the originally muddy land into mud.
In the woods nearby, blue jays accompanied them with their melodious calls.
The warm wind with stench and moisture blew on the backs of the church army and on the faces of the Gulag Papal State army. Within half a minute, both sides finally formed their respective battle formations.
Occupying the high ground on the north side of the Xiaonigou battlefield and lined up in front of the fence wall were two legions of the Gulag Papal State, totaling 175 people.
The Black Hat Army was divided into the left wing and the center army. The two battle formations were arranged in a formation of 60 command companies in 6 rows and 10 columns.
Although the imperial decree required the company to wear short robes made of linen, none of them was in rags and all were patched.
The clothes may be varied, but the dark black hoods seem to be connected as one, and the spear held by every two imperial companies reveals a cold and dull light in the sun.
As for the 55 imperial companies of the Guards on the right wing, they formed a battle formation of five rows and ten columns.
Unlike before when they had to carry wooden doors and pot lids, with Jeanne's electric arc iron smelting furnace, they were basically upgraded to a better weapon.
The first row was still composed of strong men with strong arms. They carried wooden shields half a person's height and daggers in their hands.
The next four rows were filled with battle-hardened Spear Guards of the Patriarch, holding four-meter forged spears and with short axes hanging from their waists.
Unlike the rather naive Black Hats, the Apostolic Guards have trained longer and have better food, so they are able to wield a four-meter-long spear individually.
Since the two wings were friendly troops and bushes respectively, and there were friendly troops hiding in the bushes, the Guards Corps did not deploy sword players and vaulters on the two wings.
Instead, five archers, all of whom were once hunters, were arranged at the end of the formation.
The original 40-plus companies of the Guards were expanded to 55. In addition to those promoted from the Moulin Rouge village, a number of armed peasants were also selected from the th household.
Many of these archers and the shield soldiers in the first row were originally armed farmers.
As for the church army not far away, there were also quite a few of them, a total of 204 people.
They were divided into two groups. On the left were the night guards who were barely arranged in five rows and ten columns, and on the right were the serf soldiers who were arranged in a chaotic circle.
The eighteen armored sergeants did not participate in the battle directly, but served as the general reserve, surrounding the militia captain Quincy.
"This looks pretty realistic." Quincy rode on his horse and looked at the rebel formation in the distance.
Pico smiled bitterly and said, "At least it looks like it. These secret party members are all rookies with little experience and professionalism. The only thing worth praising is their serious attitude."
"Be serious, that's the only way to act convincingly." Quincy asked in a low voice, "Have you arranged everything?"
Pico nodded. "It's been arranged. They are all tight-lipped. When they heard there was money to be made, some even asked if they could get paid according to the size of their wounds."
"Get lost. If they don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who will. I'm buying them out." Quincy said unhappily, "At most I'll pay for their medical expenses. It's free money anyway, and there's no danger."
After discussing with his fellow actors, Quincy asked someone to keep an eye on Bonard and Sissi, and only then did he feel relieved.
Although the process was tortuous, at least the result was similar, and at most there were some minor stains left.
Riding his horse to the front, Quincy pointed his whip forward with high spirits and shouted: "Enemy attack! Form a battle array to defend!"
Horn, holding the sword, had a slightly sweaty palm. Seeing Jeshka nod, he drew out the half-sword:
"go ahead!"
Amid splashes of mud and chaotic footsteps, the largest mud ditch battle in the history of the Gulag Papal State finally began.
p.s. there will be one or two chapters later
(End of this chapter)