The so-called "people's war" or guerrilla warfare is an anti-traditional and unconventional tactic. No matter who is an expert, if the nomadic people on the Abu Serra grassland claim to be second, no one dares to say that they are first.
They had been fighting this kind of battle with the Lamanites for centuries before the founding of Avenela. The nomadic people's natural ability to unite all the people made them very good at this - you never know the prairie man in front of you. Friend or foe, he or she may be smiling at you one moment and pulling out a weapon the next.
Such an anti-traditional unconventional warfare model caught even the Lamanites, who had rich war experience, off guard - it was impossible for them to pass through the Abu Serah and Kursimu areas without cooperating with the locals, but it was impossible to tell whether they were all wearing similar clothes. Which of the prairie people were civilians and potential collaborators and which were hostile warriors led to their unclear understanding of the situation. After suffering many losses, the Lamanites retaliated and chose to kill the wrongdoers rather than let them go. They completely broke up with the Abu Serahs, and the resulting war between the nomads and the settled residents has not gone away to this day. – But let’s get back to where we started.
In the final stage of the Roan Kingdom, more than 90% of the land had been lost to the coalition forces of Otolo and the White Church more than 20 years ago. They had used similar tactics, but were cut off in the face of overwhelming military superiority. The Luoan guerrillas, whose sources of survival gradually suppressed their living space, were not able to come up with any tricks in the end - but this was different from the current situation.
The Avenella Northern Army has the initiative. Not only the Otolo people, but also the coalition forces of the great nobles in the south do not have the home field advantage they have. The way of life that these nobles from Sivalier have been pursuing for two centuries and have no intention of changing until now has become a stumbling block for them at this moment. They do not speak Avenela language, and the closer they get to the center of the kingdom, The Sivaliya language of these nobles and even their servants and sergeants became more standard and more noble and elegant - which led to a very absurd scene in the eyes of the Otolo people: the people with bright armor and luxurious clothes. The knight danced and danced as if performing a pantomime, desperately trying to convey his meaning to the local residents, and after finally giving up, they invited the maids from their mansion.
So when Avenella's Southern Allied Forces wanted to command the various militiamen they had recruited from their respective territories, which totaled eighty or ninety thousand people, the process they went through was as follows: First, the king and the grand dukes discussed and reached a conclusion; Then they forwarded this conclusion to the lower-level knights and knights; the knights and knights called their stewards, because they did not bother to speak to the maid in person; the steward then passed it on to the maid, and finally the maid translated it into Avenella. Inform those militiamen.
The series of twists and turns experienced during this process include the loss of information and the expression errors of the servants who are not highly educated in the transfer of the two languages, often leading to a common march such as "Follow the man on horseback" The order turned into a strange order with a meaning that was thousands of miles away, such as "Follow that person and you can get horse meat." This caused the entire army of more than 100,000 people to - at least it seemed - be evenly matched with Edward. The team was as ugly as a bunch of crooked melons and cracked jujubes.
And all this became even worse after the Otolo people defeated the northern army's forward. There were corpses all over the ground and the opponent turned around and fled. If the Otolo people followed the idea, it would be better to pursue the victory and kill as many living forces as possible. of. But as heavy infantry, they were far inferior to cavalry in pursuit, and those knights of the Southern Allied Army were immediately left behind after they attacked and killed the Northern Army militia that had long been suppressed by the Otolo Army. Attracted by the baggage, they spread out with cheers and began to plunder materials as their own spoils.
"His Majesty the Emperor may have chosen the wrong person to help." Having experienced the previous battle with the vanguard of the Northern Army, and seeing that army that was a little immature but still had reliable order and was not like these guys, an Otolo The heavy infantryman said this. Although they were defeated by their own side, they respected these enemies more than the chaotic friendly forces that looked like bandits and mercenaries. But even if it is obvious to all, these soldiers who have been polished off and trained to become the empire's war machine will still obey the emperor's orders. Even if their companions fall, no matter how worthy of sympathy the enemy is, they will not show any mercy.
Time passes, and May is coming to an end in the blink of an eye.
After experiencing only one victory, the confidence of the Southern Allied Forces, especially those of the knights, instantly skyrocketed, and they had always complained about the fact that the Otolo people had the power to command the troops. At this time, they thought their wings were strong, and various The question was also raised straightforwardly.
The rude words and uncooperative attitude eventually led to the alienation between Otolo's army of ten thousand people and the Southern Allied Forces. Even if these elite soldiers were somewhat aware that this was not good, they could not slap a slap in the face. The knights and nobles of the Confederate Army turned their noses up to the sky after winning a battle without saying a word. In desperation, the commander of the legion could only order a vanguard to pursue them on foot, trying to completely defeat the Northern Army before it could reorganize its formation and return to rest and recuperate. .
And this decision cost them blood.
"La——" The bowstring tightened, and then an arrow shot out.
"Ding - Cang -" The well-made half-body armor with a hem blocked it, and the arrow bounced away. The soldier wearing a typical mountain-shaped steel helmet turned his head, and the second arrow had an orange color. The firelight shot straight towards him——
Nella Forest is the home ground of Avenella natives. Everything they need can be found in the forest, pine resin for burning, edible wild fruits, everything.
"Bump--!" The arrow hit a weak part of the armor. Although even the weak part could only cause slight damage at most due to the cotton armor lining and could not penetrate too deeply, it seemed to have a light hit and the feeling of just seeing it. The orange light made the Otolo heavy infantryman standing on the side of the team be more vigilant. He quickly raised his shield to cover the direction of the arrow to avoid being attacked by the opponent for a third time. At the same time, he lowered his body and turned his head sideways. He glanced at the place where he was hit by the arrow——
The rosin was burning and stained the surface of the cotton armor.
"Danagio (damn)——!" His last words were a loud curse, and then the flames spread quickly ignited half of the cotton armor on the upper body and engulfed the soldier whole——more Orange arrows were shot from that direction immediately. The plate armor could withstand most of the arrows, but the cotton armor worn inside was flammable. This extremely fatal and cruel fire occurred because the front half of the arrow was wrapped The pine resin-soaked linen and bark fibers reduce the penetration, and due to the accuracy and a series of factors, many still fail to hit the target or burn out when they are fired, but for those who hit the target , when the flames spread through the highly flammable grease and began to penetrate the inside of the plate armor, even the well-trained elite infantrymen of Otolo could only wailing and discarding their hands in front of the high temperature that all creatures feared. The weapon tried to take off the armor that was starting to get hot.
The half-body plate armor that could effectively protect them from enemy attacks turned into a coffin made of steel at this moment. The easily ignited cotton armor simmered under the plate armor and spread quickly. The high temperature burned the skin on the chests of the soldiers. They threw away their shields and threw their guns and lay down to roll on the dirt ground, but because of the chest armor blocking the Because of this, it was impossible to extinguish the flames below, and the person who tried to remove the armor had a large amount of oxygen injected into him due to his violent movements. In an instant, open flames came out and burned off a layer of skin on his whole body.
"Don't let them escape!" A sneak attack fired more than two hundred arrows, but only killed a dozen people. The Otolo people's careful formation saved their lives, but this was just the beginning.
Under the guidance of the Abusgunti, who is considered a master even among the grassland nomads, under the guidance of Muhammad and other experienced warriors from the large grassland clan, and under the accurate strategic command of Edward and Lesky, Under the efficient killing plan given by our wise man in a flash - these guerrillas of the Avenella Northern Army went into battle lightly and formed a small, tight and flexible group of one hundred and fifty to two people. A group of about a hundred people. They ambush and attack the Otolo people from all directions, like ghosts in the Nela Forest, hiding behind bushes and on hillocks. Suddenly there is a sound of bow strings being loosened, and then there is another sound. The heavy infantry that the Otolo people were proud of screamed and tried to extinguish the flames on themselves.
"Damn, chase!"
Each attack failed to completely defeat these professional Otolo people, but the Northern Army men, who far outnumbered them, spread out in small groups to ambush almost every section of the road, attacking The behavior of running away immediately made the Otolo people exhausted - they encountered the first attack, abandoned those teammates who were dying and seriously injured, and focused on the task in front of them to pursue. However, when they ran over, they found that the opponent had already left. Following the tracks left by the opponent, they continued to advance, and encountered another wave of attacks on the roadside. The advantage in military strength was fully spread out, allowing the Northern Army to place ambushes at almost every stretch of the road.
The Otolo people are good at dividing into small groups suitable for flexible maneuvers, so the Northern Army sent more groups to surround them from all directions and attack them. They ran away immediately after fighting a wave without any intention of fighting. If the Otolo people did not pursue them, the archers ambush in the other direction would attack again - if they stayed where they were, they would have no choice but to wait for death slowly and pursue them. If so, the other side will deploy more troops along the way.
As more and more traces of broken arrows and scorched black marks were left on the shields, these Otolo elites, who could run thirty kilometers on foot in heavy armor, gradually began to breathe heavily.
Bit by bit, they were eaten away by the unrelenting attacks of the Union Army.
The advantage in numbers is like a good piece of steel being used on the edge of a knife.
The local militiamen of the Northern Army took turns to act in small groups. Otolo's infantry lived up to their reputation as elites. They also successfully pursued and killed many such militiamen, but because the Northern Army was too dispersed Each time they were able to defeat only a small group, which was really a drop in the bucket compared to the opponent's huge total number of people.
Once they pursued them, the Northern Army men immediately turned around and ran away, without any preparation for fighting. They traveled lightly, wearing light clothes and carrying bows and arrows and a small amount of supplies. The Otolo people were proud of their extremely strong defense and could easily defeat the enemy's heavy infantry equipment in frontal assaults. In such a long-distance battle It became a heavy drag during the attack.
So they stopped more and more frequently, and once they did, the Northern Army men would be as keen as wolves to locate their positions, attack them while they were resting, and harass them while they were stationed, regardless of whether they were stationed there or not. Day and night, day after day, the attack continued.
——This lasted for more than two weeks, and on June 15, when the weather gradually began to get hotter, causing the physical exhaustion of the people wearing armor to become more serious, the Otolo people were surprised to find that their entire armor The troops have completely lost contact with the southern coalition forces in Avenella in the rear.
Moreover, the road where the northern army's sneak attackers appeared in front was getting narrower and narrower. In order to pursue them, the army of 10,000 people had already drawn out a long front line——
Fell into a trap!
When the leader of Otolo realized this, it was already too late. The Otolo heavy infantry forward who had gone too deep into the stretched front and lost the ability to defend himself was beaten by the northern army's melee fighters and knights who had endured until now. Their home field was harvested without any suspense, and by the time the order to urgently return to defense and regroup was given to the scattered small legions, more than 4,000 of the Otolo heavy infantry of more than 10,000 people had been damaged. .
"Are those Southern Army guys eating shit!" the angry regiment commander roared and cursed. After the Northern Army attacked them, they left immediately without even collecting the loot. They had no intention of staying for Otolo. There was no chance for anyone to fight back, and even among the remaining 6,000 people, more than 1,000 of them were physically and mentally exhausted, and their shields and armors were severely damaged.
They were played.
In addition to strategic intentions, there are also huge problems with logistical supplies. The supplies provided by local farmers are getting less and less, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and they are exhausted wearing heavy armor, but they have not been able to obtain enough supplies and recuperation. In such a busy situation, they still have to collect berries and hunt prey to satisfy their hunger. In the process, they will continue to be attacked by the Northern Army - even they are on the verge of collapse.
"Withdraw! Never mind, go back." On June 18, after more than half a month of pursuit, the Otolo people retracted their formation, and it wasn't until they reconnected with the Southern Allied Forces that they discovered these guys. I also received the same treatment when I was separated from them.
The greedy Ashbourne II and the two knights under the Archduke pulled up all the supplies and baggage left by the entire Northern Army. Even the Northern Army, which had excellent command and better quality, would be dragged down by this, and that would be even more important. Don't mention what a living target the Confederate Army became after taking these.
Their losses were heavy, and the captured materials were either robbed again or burned down. The arrogant and confident knights before their military morale was weakened were now angry but could only attack their own people.
"I really don't want to help them." The Otolo soldier, who had worked so hard to come back but saw this scene, threw the broken shield in his hand to the ground and sighed.
And this war does not belong to them.
will continue.
