Chapter 65: Gambling on the National Destiny (4)

"Are all the ropes tied?"

Victor, commander of the 1st Brigade of the 1st Division of the Black Hat Army, shouted to the captains of his nine command companies.

"It's tied." The nine imperial companies shouted in unison.

They had ropes tied around their belts to ensure they remained in good order while marching and charging.

"Brigadier Coleman, is this considered cheating?" asked a Black Hat Army company commander, touching the rope.

Slapping the young man next to him on the back of his head, Coleman cursed: "Such a weak tone, I thought you were a guard!"

"What are the Guards?"

"What kind of Royal Guards are they? They just rely on their seniority. Ugh!"

This topic quickly resonated with everyone present, and they all complained and cursed in unison.

After all, the Guards have always eaten more and taken more, and there are only so many resources. If the Guards eat more, the Black Hats will have to eat less, so they will naturally be jealous.

The Black Hats may sound tough, but they know very well in their hearts.

As the Pope's direct legion, the Guards' equipment and combat effectiveness are much higher than theirs.

What's more, he was the hero who prevented the Conflict of Doing Gate, while many of our people were participants in the Conflict.

In order to prove their loyalty to His Holiness the Pope and clear their stains, the captains of the Black Hat Army did not hesitate to use some extra tricks.

That's the rope chain.

Since it's not neat enough, why not tie a rope around the waist of everyone in each row and pull them together, wouldn't it be neater?
He is simply a genius tactician.

If any general sees this, it is a good remedy for low blood pressure.

In this way, if one person falls or gets into an accident, it may cause the entire brigade or even the entire division to fall together.

This method had been strictly prohibited by Jessica before, but in order to perform well in this "special competition", he had to cheat.

If the Holy Father had any objections, how could he not come down to earth?

Since you haven't come down to earth, it means you have no objection.

If we talk about the rules, there is nothing in the rules that prohibits the use of ropes.

As for the possibility of falling and being implicated, the Black Hat Army doesn't care. If they die, they die. Anyway, they can go to Mount Paradise after death. What is there to be afraid of?
Besides, they brought a knife with them, so if anything they could just cut the rope.

He stomped the ground hard with his feet, as if to firm up the mud and prevent himself from slipping.

Looking up, Victor narrowed his eyes.

The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the peasant soldiers walking towards them in chaos.

Hiding his green eyes in the shadow of his hood, he carefully observed the serfs about seventy paces in front of him.

Serf soldiers are just a customary name. They are not serfs. Most of them are public farmers and vagrants, and only a small number are serfs of the lords.

However, the lord's serfs also served as domestic servants. They were the lord's confidants and were unlikely to go to the battlefield.

For refugees, serfs were actually an advanced form of public farming.

They want to kneel down, but there is no way for them to do so.

Like feces floating in urine in a toilet, the serf soldiers gathered into small groups, sticking together here and there.

In crowded places, it seems like there is no place to stand; in spacious places, you can't even hear your companions clearly when you shout to them.

These serf soldiers wore linen clothes full of holes, exposing their bodies covered with freckles, whip marks and scars to the air.

In terms of appearance, he is no different from Victor a few months ago.

In terms of physical fitness, Victor, who had only had good food and training for two weeks, was not much better than them.

But Victor didn't feel much fear.

Among this group of people, the most combat-capable group is probably the elite troops among the refugees - rogues.

They make a living by deceiving and extorting the common people, often get into brawls, are brave and aggressive, and are naturally the most likely to fight badly among the civilians.

These people were once one of the groups that Victor and other peasants feared the most.

When these hundreds of serfs stood before them, the people who once frightened them appeared.

Not only Victor, but most of the Black Hat Army soldiers had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

Their hearts were pounding nervously, their mouths were dry, many of them began to tremble, and veins bulged on their hands holding the guns.

But this is not fear.

When they clenched the six-meter-long spears in their hands, the things that originally frightened them suddenly lost the ground for fear.

That feeling is more about confidence in victory than desire for victory.

“Oh hey!” A scoundrel seemed to recognize Victor and shouted excitedly, “Victor, you still joined the secret party? Come here quickly, let me kick your ass hard. It’s been a long time since I’ve kicked it, and your feet are itching.”

"Hahahaha——" the serf soldiers all burst into laughter.

There was no expression on his face. Victor held the spear level in his hand and silently calculated the distance between the two sides.

Sixty steps, fifty steps, thirty steps...

“Sprint, charge!”

With a unified shout, the entire command division, a total of 60 command companies, rushed out collectively.

The spears were like a forest, colliding with each other as they galloped, making a clanging sound of metal collision.

Despite the ropes, they could only keep a relatively neat distance of less than twenty paces (ten meters).

I hadn't run ten steps when I heard a scream.

Because the ground was slippery, an imperial edict didn't even have his footing firmly on the ground and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Wait, I fell!"

"It's too late, keep going!"

At a time like this, how could I stop and wait for him?

Feeling the rope beside him sink, his companions on both sides gritted their teeth and lifted the rope without thinking too much.

As a result, the imperial officer fell backwards on the ground in an instant, and the rope lifted his waist, with his legs facing the sky, dragging him on the ground.

The back of his head drew a long groove on the ground, and his crotch burst as he struggled, revealing another swinging spear that stabbed forward at the serf soldiers.

It was such a hilarious scene that the scoundrels and even the peasant soldiers beside them laughed so hard that they held their stomachs.

But as the Black Hats approached quickly, their laughter became quieter and quieter.

Continuously waving their knives, daggers and sticks, the rogues issued intimidation and threats, trying to evoke some familiar memories of their old "friends".

This did not stop the Black Hats from charging forward.

When those gleaming spear heads appeared before their eyes, they didn't even have time to retract the swords and daggers in their hands.

The feeling of a spear piercing a human body is indeed different from that of a wooden stake.

Victor carefully felt the tip of the spear cutting through his skin, penetrating into his flesh, and piercing into his bone marrow.

The rogues who were impaled on spears waved their limbs helplessly and were even pushed back by the Black Hat Army.

Scary screams and wails suddenly rang out, and a blood mist spread in the air, blending into the humid water vapor.

The spears stabbed and pierced through people's bodies, and the serf soldiers fell one by one.

The person in front of me was standing one second ago, and the next second he fell into the mud, covering the bloody hole in his stomach.

It’s not that those serf soldiers didn’t try to fight back, but they just realized that the weapons in their hands were only two meters long at most.

The spears in the hands of the Black Hat Army on the opposite side were six meters long.

The Black Hats stood there and let them hit them, but they couldn't hit them.

The long hand hits the short hand, or the high hits the low.

The blood flowed on the ground like a stream, and the scorching sun covered it with a layer of transparent golden light with a bloody color.

Above the stream of blood, the wounded soldiers rolled on the ground in pain and wailed under the feet of the Black Hat Army.

Looking at this scene, the Black Hat Army burst into laughter, and the first battle was won.

This merit can be converted into title and land, and this will give me a lot of face in front of the Guards.

The laughter amid the crying was too harsh. Such a hellish scene directly caused many serf soldiers to collapse.

They cried out the names of "devil" and "monster" and began to advance backwards.

This made the Black Hat Army somewhat confused.

Isn't it just something like a knight's tournament?

It's not a war, why are you cursing?

Can't afford to lose? Can't afford to lose? !

After defeating the serf soldiers in the front, the Black Hat Army of the First Division began to reorganize its formation and prepare to attack the enemy's center from both sides.

Of course, the most important thing was to report the victory to Horn, who was stationed in the base camp twenty steps away.

"Pass it on, the first battle is a victory! Prepare to attack the middle army from both sides!"

"Pass it on, the Central Army has won a great victory!"

"Spread the word, our army won! Our army won."

(End of this chapter)