"Our messenger declaring war has already set off." Cassel stood beside the man wearing a burqa and mail.
The man held the candlestick he had not seen for a long time in his hand. He returned from the desert, made all arrangements, and hurriedly retrieved his candlestick.
The candlestick has weathered the weather of time. It was passed down to him by old Fig. The original silver foil has peeled off, revealing the original appearance of the copper inside. Over the past few years, its edges have become tattered. The corners have become patinated again.
"Have the three thousand newly recruited people been trained?" The man fastened the candlestick to his belt.
"According to your instructions, I only trained for a week and a half. I know that time is tight," Cassel paused and continued: "They have been added to three legions."
The city-state of Aylan Biyin reorganized the Pioneer Legion, relying on soldiers transferred from the other two legions and newly recruited citizens to form a total of 2,500 people.
The man put his hand on the hilt of the long sword and said: "I ordered the messenger to declare war to go to Mir Plain the day after tomorrow. They will not know that our messenger is here to declare war. After all, not long ago, we were prepared to compromise. Accept their terms of surrender."
"Yes, by the time the messenger arrives, our army has already mobilized to the Mir Plain and is ready to launch an offensive at any time." Cassel said with a smile, he was quite confident about this battle.
"When our flag, the Lord's will, suddenly appears on the Mill Plain," the man paused, then said, "Let them be caught off guard and be defeated in the chaotic mobilization."
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The next afternoon, the Battle of Mill Plains broke out.
When the banners of the three legions appeared on the Mill Plain, the enemy's confusion far exceeded even the men's expectations.
As expected, the enemy was not ready to mobilize again. According to the information and understanding received by those nobles, not long ago, the city-state of Aylan Biyin was preparing to surrender. Their army commander and duke even For this reason, a banquet was held for the nobles and their servants in the military camp to celebrate the hard-won victory.
However, the war reignited again, and the nobles also experienced a fateful fate.
The camps of several legions are very close to each other, and there are even two legions stationed staggered with each other. This is enough to show that most of the nobles have chaotic management, lack of war experience, and a mess in their organizational capabilities.
The first round of charge was launched by the legionary cavalry of the city-state. Three legions, a total of one thousand cavalry, headed like sharp swords towards the camp where the superior slaves gathered. While setting fire, they used scimitars to harvest each one in search of weapons. These citizens were full of anger. Before the establishment of the city-state, they hated the upper-class people who helped the nobles dominate and prosper.
The plain is the easiest place for fire to spread, and with the slave soldiers crowded into the same place, the raging fire quickly spread, and the black smoke rolled down. Many slaves did not bother to pick up their weapons, and just took advantage of the situation. In a chaotic situation, he ran away in panic.
However, the man did not want these slaves to flee in all directions, but to flee in a direction towards other legions, breaking up the slave legions in groups and causing more chaos.
Therefore, the infantry of the legion quickly took action. For the sake of speed, they directly carried their shields on their backs. Some of them were not even equipped with shields. Hundreds of infantrymen roared at the fleeing slave soldiers, raising Sword charge.
When the slave soldiers saw the infantry of the legion from a distance, they were frightened. They turned around and fled back, toward the tents that were not on fire and in the direction of other legions.
Some of those who insisted on fleeing towards the legion had their flesh and blood split open quickly by scimitars. These slaves had no armor, and many of them had no time to pick up weapons. The battle went smoothly.
Driven by fear, the enemy's chaos continued to expand. The legionary cavalry withdrew from the enemy camp in time, bringing news that the enemy group had collapsed. The men knew that every minute and every second was very important, and they had to act quickly enough. Don't give the enemy a chance to organize.
Therefore, after letting the cavalry and horses rest for three-quarters of an hour, the man ordered a charge to set fire to the camp of another legion.
Although the legions of the city-state of Aylan Biyin are small in number, their organizational capabilities and morale are far superior to those of the slave soldiers. In addition, the small number makes it easier to command, and the men's orders are quickly executed.
The rest of the infantry continued to move, and with a small number of archers, thousands of people soon appeared in front of the next slave legion camp with flags. They implemented the same strategy as before, advancing in an orderly manner and driving away the fleeing slave soldiers until the charge was ordered. until.
In this way, the enemy's slave legions collapsed one after another, and their escape caused a series of chain reactions. Even without the cavalry setting fire, the slave soldiers pushed down the braziers and ignited hundreds of military tents.
After receiving the message brought back by several scouts, the man confirmed that the enemy's five legions were in chaos. Without hesitation, he ordered the archers to pour out all the sharp arrows in their quivers, while the infantry must maintain their formation and move in an orderly manner. When attacking, you must not advance too deep, nor be affected by the enemy's confusion.
Arrows rained down, covering the sky and the sun. Wails filled the fields. The enemy's shrill and painful voices reached the military camp. The man could imagine how those nobles panicked and died under the trampling of their slaves.
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Near dusk, the war ended. It was almost a one-sided massacre. Three legions and more than 7,000 people only paid the price of dozens of casualties, most of which were only minor injuries. Unfortunately, a few were killed. The officers even knew clearly the cause of death, one of whom had slipped and rolled right under the enemy's sword.
While the man sent a small cavalry unit to pursue the remnants of the army to completely destroy the enemy's will, he also sent people to clean up the loot. Gold and silver treasures were all ignored. Only the bows and arrows, weapons, armor, war horses, siege equipment and other materials left by the enemy were left. It's what the legion needs.
"Consul." Keck walked straight into the military tent.
"What's wrong, Kevin." The man raised his head and saw Keck with a serious face.
Keck took a deep breath and slowly said: "We found Myron's guards."
"Does he know where Myron is?!" The man reacted quickly, and the beast in his chest roared angrily, "Also, where are the officers who were taken away by Myron?"
"We have tortured him, and he confessed everything. All the officers that Myron took away who were unwilling to surrender were killed. Some of the remaining officers were sent to the royal capital and handed over to King Andri. To show their merits, some remained in the slave legion. This part either escaped or was captured by us and rejoined the legion, starting as soldiers."
