The short but fierce battle was over.
The bloody and choking wind swept away the smoke that shrouded the battlefield, exposing the dead bodies on the ground.
Only ten minutes passed from the beginning to the end of the battle. The mutated creatures that hit the gap were dead everywhere in the blink of an eye, and the rest howled and fled towards the mountains.
Griffith's battle with Big Bat caused him to fall in the path of the beast wave. Around him, corpses smashed by artillery were spread all over the ground. The closer to the militia battle line, the denser the corpses became.
The Qiming Town militia began to clean up the battlefield. Their casualties were minimal, and they maintained a strict formation until they defeated the monster's attack. The artillerymen and most of the musketeers who had launched the previous rounds of offensives stood there like statues, looking at the minced meat and corpses on the ground in front of them, with disgust, excitement and excitement flashing on their faces, but no one left without permission.
Hundreds of monsters rushed out of the valley. They were hit by the first round of shelling far away, leaving some corpses behind. Although the loud noise and momentum of this round of shelling deeply shocked Griffith, after the passion and initial surprise of the battle subsided, he began to calm down and carefully examine the battlefield.
By observing the distribution of corpses, he found that the first round of bombardment had an average killing effect, and the attacks that really hit the beast wave came from the subsequent two rounds of close-range shotguns and volleys from musketeers. The closer the mutated creatures get, the more amazing the militiamen's killing efficiency becomes.
The militiamen did not have powerful Beyonders, and they even lacked combat experience. However, with an army of several hundred people, they defeated an almost equal number of mutated creatures. What did they do during this period? Long and medium range bombardment, musketeers and pikemen stood still.
A volley of musketry followed at close range, the artillerymen and pikemen standing still.
In the end, it was hand-to-hand combat dominated by musketeers, with artillery and musketeers offering little help.
Griffith felt his teeth chattering. This brand new army shocked him deeply.
It was not the amazingly powerful artillery and muskets that shocked him, but the organization, combat style and process of the army that shocked him.
The incoming mutant creatures are driven by some mysterious force. Their bodies were distorted and their attacks were almost irrational. Despite the heavy casualties, many of them were still attacking crazily, which posed a huge threat to many armies.
However, such a beast tide was repelled by the militia! It is true that the militia's formation training is very good, the discipline is very good, and the maneuver efficiency is very high, but if you think about it carefully, that's all. Their combat style is also simple. They aim and shoot or line up in a dense formation to thrust with their spears. Everyone's tactical actions are very simple. A small number of mutated creatures can actually cause chaos after breaking through the formation.
Griffith noticed that both pikemen and musketeers were very weak when facing close attacks, in sharp contrast to their powerful long-range lethality. Faced with the sudden gap in the front line, the soldiers lacked the means to deal with it. If Griffith hadn't come to his aid in time, the mutant creature would have almost caused heavy casualties after breaking through the militia's gun formation.
This shows that the militiamen lack actual combat experience and preventive means to resolve crises.
Their advantage is that as long as they have the corresponding equipment and training and strictly implement the preset tactics, they can project their firepower and achieve results that are difficult for Beyeland's legions to achieve. The cost of training this kind of army is not high, but it is very powerful. There is no such army in the army I know.
Griffith walked around looking around. Today's battle was really an eye-opener for him. He looked at Roland behind the battle line and found that he was explaining something to the officers.
No wonder Knight Roland is willing to give up his status and reputation to come here. He actually created such a brand new army, and it could be trained with the resources of the border swamps. Today's battle is likely to be their first battle. If given time, he might be able to train tens of thousands of civilians into a team that can fight against the legion veterans.
What does he want to do?
However, the shortcomings of this army are also obvious. The single combat method and the weakness of individual combat effectiveness make it difficult for them to cope with unexpected situations. Plains, open areas, and simple battlefields are better suited to bring out their full value.
Their tactics are also very rigid. Once the front line is broken a little, it may cause the entire line to collapse. The health of the infantry battle line is also far weaker than that of the legion, and the musketeers and artillery crews will be exposed to the wizard's attack. Of course, the wizard himself is also in danger.
Griffith thought subconsciously. If I were to fight such an army... I would have to try my best to avoid attacking their front, use terrain and long-range energy to break up their formation, or focus on attacking a gap, and then use high-speed mobile cavalry to break through.
Of course, it's not easy. The outcome depends on the commanders of both sides, terrain, supplies and other factors.
Their advantages are that they are easy to train and organize, but their disadvantages are that their combat methods are more rigid. If I were to organize it, how could I do it better?
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"How do you feel?" Roland rode up and stood next to Griffith and asked, "Today's battle was very successful, and the three major goals were achieved."
"Which three are they?" Griffith asked seriously.
“First, defeat the main force of Warcraft so that they will no longer have the courage and strength to threaten my Wall of Sighs project and town;
“Secondly, the road to the Bellomont ruins is clear again, and the two or three remaining kittens are no longer a threat to you;
"Thirdly~ Look at the flesh and fur here, we should be able to investigate what happened here?"
This third question also happens to talk about Griffith’s trust. He echoed: "Knight Roland, perhaps there is a hidden evil force driving these creatures. Do you have any clues?"
Roland nodded:
"I think they are tainted by something deep underground. There is a lost ancient temple beneath the moor that holds many secrets.
"After years of purification, Canaan officials seem to believe that it is no longer dangerous and have begun to open it to exploration by elves and humans.
"But let me tell you, if you are not even sure what kind of ancient gods are being worshiped there, how can the purification be completed?"
Griffith's eyelids jumped up when he heard this. The Bellomont ruins are the destination for summer research and practice, but Knight Roland thinks it is not safe. what to do?
"Sir, should we cancel the exploration plan?"
Roland glanced at him in surprise: "Ah? Are you asking for my opinion? Of course I am against it, and based on my original intention, don't look at or touch any ruins, tombs, or mysterious objects. If you find one, just bomb it." If one of us falls, as long as we can't see or hear, the ancient gods can't do anything to us, don't you think? I think you must agree with me, we are the same kind of people.
"But, the elf and the wizard lady don't think so. They are stubborn. If you don't have enough evidence, then be prepared to have a big fight with the girls. Ninety-nine percent of the time you won't win."
this……
Just when Griffith didn't know what to do, Knight Roland left some soldiers to clean up the battlefield and invited Griffith to return to the town with him.
As he walked, he said to himself:
"Griffith, do you know? When I was young, at the beginning of my story, I was also a young knight exploring the unknown and pursuing fantasy. I thought about coming to this wonderful world. How could I How can you waste time?
"At that time, girls were surrounding me, and I thought I was the protagonist of the story, until one day my knees, well, my head suddenly figured it out.
"We all know that there are many hidden beings in this world, and just touching a fragment or whisper of their knowledge can lead to danger.
"But what do epics and ballads say? From the palaces of Canaan to the banquets of Bijran, what everyone is praising are the deeds of brave men, novel journeys full of unknowns, and green love, as if adventure is the only A story with a happy ending. The fools buried in the sand, the sea and the valley will not speak against it."
"Is it because it's too dangerous for you to not be a brave man?" Griffith asked, "The more you come into contact with secrets, the more dangerous you and the people around you will be."
Knight Roland rode his horse slowly, seemingly thinking about how to answer. Suddenly, he showed a strange smile:
"Griffith,
"A brave man has his limits.
"One thing I have learned from my short life is that the more scheming people pursue mysteries and fantasies, the more they will fall into unexpected mysteries. Human beings in this world are ultimately just playthings of the gods."
Griffith was stunned.
"Your Excellency, what exactly do you want to say? Do you want it?"
The moment he said this, Roland seemed to burst into laughter, as if he was waiting for Griffith's question!
Roland looked directly at Griffith, as if his long-cherished wish had finally come true. He shouted loudly:
"I won't be a hero anymore! Griffith!"
"What?!"
This came at just the right time, Roland said with happiness on his face: "I gave up my mission as a hero and left the gentle land of elves, just to become the real me!
“I build an army and yell at recruits; then I buy a territory, farm it, build roads, smelt iron, produce distilled liquor, train cadres, and build the grassroots.
"This is my world, without the constraints of nobles, wizards and the Holy See, without the nagging of elves, I can do whatever I want, and finally found the real me!
"Tonight, I'm going to find a flirtatious, curvaceous little girl from the town to play with. How about you come with me? I'll treat you to a swig of potato brandy. You can drink as much potato brandy as you want. I want to treat you too. Go hunting and have a great time. What you see now is a militia leader who will be bald one day. He can curse people to the point of shaking the earth. He hates city people and elves. He whips and kicks dogs at will. House cat. I wear clothes of my own design and make random fools of myself in front of the big shots from the capital. When everyone greets me, I tell them jokes they don’t understand. On the King’s birthday, I get drunk and I wish His Majesty a happy birthday loudly. The rest of the time, I will talk loudly. My mantra is: 'God! This horse is awesome!'"
Griffith felt that he had entered a new world. Roland's actions and thoughts really made him extremely curious:
"And, Your Excellency, where is Miss Didwige?"
"Of course she's crazy!" Roland patted his thigh. "She came to my door several times to question me and try to persuade me to stay. What do you think I said?"
"How to say?"
"I don't care!" Roland waved his hand, "I don't care. What the brave Roland lost was only the story compiled by others, what he lost was only the shackles, but what he gained was——
"This new world!"
