At the same time, on the other side.
The edge of the plain between the imperial capital and the Maria Mountains.
A group of cavalry was waiting there.
They all have tall and straight postures, with resolute eyes, and the horses underneath them are all tall and strong.
The special red military uniforms added a touch of heroism to them.
Their number was huge, probably several thousand, standing in a line formation on the plain.
They said nothing, and even the war horses beneath them were extremely quiet, motionless and silent.
If it weren't for the fallen leaves that were blown up and fell by the wind in front of them, there would even be an illusion that time was suspended.
A man with a flag gun in his hand rode a war horse and walked back and forth in front of these cavalry. He had medium-long fiery red hair, clear facial features, and deep and resolute eyes.
The red flag on the flag gun fluttered with the breeze, and on it was a ferocious wolf head outlined with golden lines.
That is the emblem of the Royal Celtic Order.
Britannia's most elite cavalry is also the last barrier to the imperial capital.
He only takes orders from the emperor, and even Victor has no authority to give orders.
The man carrying the flag is Wolfe, the leader of the Royal Celtic Knights.
The meaning is "wolf".
"Everyone!"
The knight's voice was rich and magnetic, with strong penetrating power, and could even reach thousands of meters away.
“You should be aware of the numerical gap between us and the enemy.
I don't know when support will come.
Perhaps we have fallen victim to politics.
It can be said that this battle is a losing battle!
However, it is fight or retreat, I think you already have the answer in your mind. "
He flicked the flag in his hand, pointing the tip of the pole behind them, and the flag flew in the wind.
"Behind us is the imperial capital!
We have no way out!
This battle has nothing to do with victory or defeat, only faith and dignity!
We need to tell these West French people a lesson.
no matter who!
Dare to invade our land.
We dare to follow them,
Fight to the end! "
Wolfe's roar echoed throughout the land, his eyes were red and his blood was boiling.
The knights in front of him still held their heads high, with no fear or panic in their eyes, and no one retreated.
Soon, at the end of the plain, a group of troops, neatly arranged and armed with live ammunition, were rushing toward them at a constant speed.
They didn't move, just waiting for the best time to charge.
And Wolfe's words continued.
"Do you know why the flag of the Royal Celtic Knights is a red wolf?
There are no fiery red wolves in this world, that is the color of blood.
The red wolf is a bloody wolf!
This is also the creed of the Knights!
In the world of wolves,
There is no prey that cannot be caught,
Only the determination not to catch up!
There is no food that cannot be fought for,
Only the courage to dare not challenge!
On the plains of the Grand Pampas, as long as they are united, even the lions and bears will have to give in when the wolves attack! "
Looking at the approaching Xifalan army, Wolfe slowly opened his mouth, revealing his ferocious sharp teeth.
"Son of Brittania!
Make your blood boil!
At this moment, the plain has arrived, and it is time for the wolves to attack! ! "
As soon as the words fell, these knights almost seemed to be cloned. They raised their lances in synchronization, tucked them under their armpits, and pointed them at the distant army.
Wolf pointed the tip of the flag at the distant army and roared.
"charge!!!!"
The moment the words fell, thousands of horses rumbled and the earth trembled.
The knights lined up and faced the army in the distance, launching a charge without hesitation, getting faster and faster.
The troops in West France were obviously aware of the cavalry rushing towards them not far away.
The leading general looked at the adjutant on one side, and the adjutant immediately blew the horn in his hand.
The war drums at the rear of the army also began to beat. The soldiers lined up in columns, walking forward to the beat of the drums like conjoined twins, although they looked a little stiff.
But this is the most practical military formation of this era.
Because the hit rate of the flintlock gun is very low, there is a very big gap between the final impact point and the aiming point. When firing, the flintlock gun will also emit very large smoke to block the line of sight, so you must line up in a queue. Increase the shooting area to achieve maximum killing effect.
And because it does not affect the second round of shooting by the troops behind, the army must prohibit it.
They stood in a square formation, with the first row holding guns in their hands and aiming at the cavalry charging towards them in the distance.
They did not fire immediately. The range of the flintlock was limited. If they fired early, the damage would be limited. If they fired late, they would be attacked by the cavalry.
These soldiers held their breath and felt the trembling of the earth, and their hearts were also trembling.
Following the sergeant's order.
"Bang bang bang peng!"
Dozens of flintlock muskets were fired at the same time. The thick smoke emitted obscured their sight, and the strong smell of gunpowder flooded into their nostrils. They had become accustomed to this smell.
Countless projectiles formed a barrage and hit some cavalry at the front.
The cavalrymen fell to the ground together with the fallen horses, but at the same time, the cavalrymen behind them stepped over the bodies of their companions and followed closely.
When the infantry were preparing for the second volley, the cavalry came to them.
"boom!!!"
The first lance that crashed into the array instantly pierced the chests of the two men. The war horses under their feet slammed into some people with a powerful impact, and the heartbreaking sound of broken bones was heard.
Countless cavalry attacked the infantry front line like a tsunami, crushing their bodies, their pride, and their souls with a devastating momentum.
Before muskets were fully popularized, line cavalry actually disappeared for a while.
At that time, in order to deal with the line of cavalry, the infantry was equipped with a large number of spears with a length of about 6 meters. When encountering the attack of the line of cavalry, they would stick the spears diagonally on the ground, supported by squatting spearmen, and list the long spears on the hedgehog. Several layers of spear formations as dense as thorns.
The people standing behind were all powerful crossbowmen. They waited until the cavalry approached within 10 meters before firing. Even the plate-armored heavy cavalry was helpless against this kind of spear array. If they charged into the spear array, the casualties on both sides would be about the same.
The price of a heavy armored cavalry is obviously much more than that of a spearman. After this kind of spear and crossbow array became popular, the line cavalry in Europe actually died out.
However, after muskets replaced spears and crossbows, European line cavalry was reborn from the ashes.
Because the bayonets of the muskets were not long enough to deal with the spears of the line cavalry, the line cavalry armor was no longer needed at this time. A line of more than a hundred cavalry in three rows was enough to crush them.
The bayonet array of the musketeers is helpless when encountering the line of cavalry.
Therefore, in a field battle in an open area, if a group of musketry infantry does not have horse-repelling fortifications and does not have the cooperation of its own line of cavalry, it will be almost impossible to resist the charge of the opponent's line of cavalry.
As the most elite cavalry in Britannia, there is no doubt about their military quality.
This wave of charge can be described as overwhelming.
After rushing into the enemy's position, they directly discarded the lances in their hands, pulled out the sabers hanging on their waists, and changed from lancers to hussars.
After the impact just now, the morale of these infantrymen was shattered.
The hussars were killing like wolves among sheep.
As for those who fell off their horses, they picked up large-caliber short guns, quickly occupied key positions, formed an array and turned into dragoons for infantry combat.
This is the Royal Celtic Cavalry, which can be adapted to any cavalry style of play.
Under the powerful attack of the wolf pack, these infantry phalanxes collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The knights are not attacking without purpose. They are not too far away from their companions. They seem to be killing, but they are quickly forming a military formation, cutting up the infantry formations, and going straight to the core of the square formation. Those who command Official's possible location impact.
The other knights quickly broke away from the phalanx, distanced themselves, and prepared for the next wave of attacks. They could break up these soldiers at any time and surround the cavalry responsible for the beheading task.
This unit may not have been on many battlefields, but every time, it was able to inflict heavy losses on the enemy.
Standing on a distant hillside, Major General Sanchez, the main commander of the West French army, was looking with shock at the Celtic cavalry charging towards him over the bodies of their companions.
That was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, but he was actually in his thirties. But for his position, it was almost very rare to become a major general at this age.
“What an amazing group of troops,” Sanchez exclaimed.
“Before I set off to conquer Britannia, I heard people talk about the sharpness of the Celtic cavalry.
It was really worth the trip to see it with my own eyes today.
No wonder we can have such a vast territory in this land. "
The adjutant on one side said, "Do you want to retreat?"
"The Marshal's order is for us to rest in Romil Town, wait for the subsequent large forces to be stationed in Romil Town, and completely occupy the Maria Grand Canyon before launching a general attack on the Imperial Capital.
Although it seems reasonable for us to capture the town of Romil, there is no guarantee that this is not an enemy trap. "
Their method of breaking through that line of defense and seizing the town of Romil was not complicated.
They found a local from Romil Town and bribed him with money to lead them to a road that only the locals in Romil Town knew.
He took a detour through the snowfield to get behind the guard of Romil Town, and asked the man to take advantage of the night to drug the Brittanian soldiers' dinner.
The general attack was launched at three o'clock in the morning when the enemy was most exhausted. Under attack from two sides, the defense line of the Maria Mountains, known as the wall reaching the sky, was shattered.
This plan is exactly what Sanchez had in mind.
The defense line of the Maria Mountains had not been breached for hundreds of years, so Sanchez, who had achieved this achievement, was naturally very high-spirited at the moment.
"A trap using the imperial capital as bait?" Sanchez asked disdainfully, "Are we crazy or is Victor the Regent crazy?
Does he think that the reason why the imperial capital is the imperial capital is just because of the nobles there?
Without the imperial capital, the entire Britannian economy would suffer a devastating blow. "
Sanchez clearly doesn't believe this possibility.
"The royal capital of Britannia is extremely rich. Many of the women there are of mixed race, and they are much prettier than our West French women, especially the princesses of the Britannian royal family. The fascinated His Majesty Ernst was even willing to start this war using the strength of the whole country.
When we invade the imperial capital, I can let you guys rob the imperial capital for three days and three nights!
The gold, antiques and women there are all yours! "
After hearing Sanchez's story, the eyes of several soldiers beside him also showed greedy looks.
He looked at the army in the distance, his eyes gleaming with light.
“The army of West France has never had any reason to retreat!
Since it is a cavalry, then naturally I have to use my West France cavalry to deal with it!
After passing the order, the cavalry from the left and right wings were transferred to form a line of cavalry and infantry to cooperate with the lancers.
The infantry inside formed a circular formation, facing the enemy with bayonets, and dealing with the hussars fighting inside! "
"yes!"
Sanchez stood on the hillside, overlooking the Celtic cavalry interspersed in the military formation.
"Since they are elites, then I will dispatch five times or even ten times the number of troops!
Can they fight one against ten, or one against a hundred? ? "
(End of chapter)
