The rebel army in front of them connected dozens of wooden trucks into a curved line based on the meander of the river, and built fortifications among low hills and swamps, with the river on their back and swamps on their sides, just like a riverside small town. There were crowds of people on every carriage, the erected wooden carriage boards were at least two meters high, and crossbows and spears were dangling like a forest.
The rebels have established a strong defense line, and the infantry equipped only with shields and mail armor will suffer heavy casualties from crossbows during the charge. After receiving the combat order, Beyeland's soldiers took off the wooden boards and tools installed on the army trucks, quickly made a batch of simple large wooden shields, erected them on handcarts and pushed them to the front line.
These shield vehicles are commonly used equipment when attacking camps. The long wooden boards can withstand most crossbow arrows and musket fire, and they can approach until about ten steps in front of the enemy's position. Once there, the role of the shield car is not worth mentioning, because defenders along the entire line of defense can attack exposed attacking soldiers from the left and right.
Since the artillery team failed to keep up, the spellcasters accompanying the army stepped forward, and some students from Homon Watts also joined the action. They worked in groups of three, using dust crystals, mercury and sulfur to draw magic circles, preparing to summon meteorites and strong winds for firepower preparation.
"Secret Peeper" Hasso Eckard is the leading professor of Homemonworth. He is not the commander of the army, but he is more prestigious than Berthier. He condescended to command all the wizards present to cast a large-scale attack spell.
He looked at the rebel position half a mile away and chanted a spell. The sunny sky was driven away by his will, and became dark. As the dark clouds surged, a terrifying crack with flowing magma was suddenly torn out in the dark sky, as if a giant beast in the abyss was scalding its saliva and looking down at the feast of flesh and blood. .
The extraordinary wizard whispered:
"My fellow citizens, listen to the true meaning of arcana, the eternal spiritual energy connects my soul,
"Throw destruction on the heads of lowly insects and let them know that they are only mortals!"
Berthier, who participated in this collective spellcasting, felt that his soul seemed to have transcended the body and soared, feeling extremely happy.
Even Neferti, who was hiding far away in the headquarters and could not participate in the operation because she was not an official Sequence 8 Beyonder, felt that her mind had become ethereal, as if she had merged into a vast, sublime and unimaginable space. Unconsciously, you have to give everything you have to make the power of magic more sublime.
This power connects every spellcaster on the battlefield, leaving them with no doubt that they are the undisputed masters of the world.
For the great cause, they are even willing to sacrifice their lives!
Professor Hasso Eckard completed the massive spell. He raised his wand and waved it forward:
"Destroy, burn, and bury in unknown ravines.
"Fire - storm!"
Waves of fire fell from the sky, making a frightening roar like a cry. The entire rebel position was enveloped in the fire caused by the caster.
More than five hundred rebels, hundreds of carts, holding positions on the river bank... As long as they cannot block the power of the curse, mortals will be like ants in front of the caster.
Professor Eckard didn't even look at the rolling flames. He turned around and returned to his car. He just said to Commander Berthier: "Clean up."
The order for the infantry attack was given.
Desai handed his war horse to a military servant and sent it to the rear, where he gathered with several first-year apprentice knights from Homonworth, armored cavalry from other units, and a squadron of heavy infantry. Nona and Kulala led them to attack the south right side of the vehicle formation from the left wing.
They were supposed to dodge long-range flanking fire as they approached the enemy's fortifications, then climb over wagons amid a siege of lances and flails. However, the sweep of the flame storm enveloped the vehicle formation, and the rebel position was already filled with thick smoke.
To attack at this time is to clean up the charred remains and not block the way of the spell casters... Desai sighed in his heart and acted silently.
Each of them wore double heavy armor and carried fine bucklers, swords and battle axes. Throwing spears, hammers, and throwing knives were prepared on their shields or on their backs. As long as they got within ten steps, they could quickly tear through the enemy's defense line.
Three hundred meters away, the noble knights of Verona and their retinues also completed preparations on the other side of the battle line and were about to attack the northern end of the car formation from the right wing.
The curse severely damaged the rebels, but it was hard to tell whether there were still crossbowmen hidden in the ruins; and the shield chariots were already ready, so it would be a waste not to use them. The two commandos from the north and the south had the same idea and pushed forward with their light shield vehicles.
Several squadrons of heavy infantry were concentrated in the rear. As long as the commandos formed a breakthrough in any direction, the infantry would follow up and tear open the defense line to expand the gap.
Desai patted his helmet, slid his right hand to his left shoulder, and pulled on his breastplate. He is not an armored cavalry, the plate armor is just a half-breastplate, and the protection of the lower body relies on the mail armor under the waist and the greaves on the calves. This combination takes into account defense and can flexibly mount and dismount war horses, making it popular with many armored cavalry.
Of course, the defensive effect of such equipment cannot be compared with that of a canned super-heavy knight. Some of the local knights of Verona who fought together were wearing full-body plate armor, and they were as impressive as metal hills when they walked. They also painted colorful coats of arms on their silver heavy armor, which was really dazzling under the sun.
Desai and the trainee knights around him were much shabby. They are the children of lower-level nobles gathered from all over the world, and almost all of them are second sons without inheritance rights. The princes and officials gave them standard equipment.
After the commando team was assembled, the priest came forward and prayed for them with a teaching book in hand. The main force of the rebels should have been wiped out, but the soldiers on the assault mission still wanted to be cautious.
Joshua, the novice monk of Storm Squadron, is also here, equipping a squad with the defense-enhancing Prayer of Sanctuary and the agility-enhancing Grace of the Wind special effects. He was a handsome and gentle young man. After singing the prayer, he put on his iron helmet with a smile, shook the white robe outside his heavy armor, picked up his big shield and hammer, and joined the ranks of the armored cavalry.
"She is so beautiful." Joshua stood beside Desai and looked at Nona who was organizing the attack.
"I can't say how beautiful she is, but she has a distinctive heroic spirit and a unique flavor. Kulala is more beautiful." Desai also commented. During battles, he would often comment with Paxiu on the ladies in the team and rate them. After Paxiu, the lucky bastard, was assigned to escort Lanzada, Desai could only chat with Joshua.
"That's right," Joshua agreed, then put the big shield on his back and held the handle of the shield cart, "Come on, guys, push up! Let's smash the enemy's head!"
"Let's smash the dog's head!"
everyone shouted in unison.
If there is enough time, or if the enemy's position has ballistas and fire arrows deployed, the shield vehicle's shield will be double-layered with wooden boards, smeared with slippery mud in the middle, or even stuffed with a layer of quilt. But today, the wizard master has given me the honor to take action, and the army has to rush for time. The superiors ordered everyone to fight quickly, and it was just a formality.
Before Desai put on his helmet, he pulled a piece of grass from the ground and chewed it. There was still thick smoke billowing in front of them, and it was difficult to see how the enemy lines had been burned.
"Ugh——!"
A bugle sounded and the commandos took action. Ten shield vehicles were in front, and one hundred and fifty infantry, armored cavalry and heavy infantry from various units were hidden behind. They have to advance to a distance of forty yards. If the enemy still survives, the archers in their own troops will shoot three rapid and dense rounds of arrow rain to suppress the infantry and cavalry.
Desai pushed the cart without saying a word. Through the cracks in the wooden boards, you can barely see some of the deep black smoke in front.
It's like burning wet wood and the smoke is very strong...
"It's very quiet across the street." Next to Desai's pushcart was a first-year student named Bukharin, Shutoral. He was not much older than Desai and had been in the East until he was drafted. Except for those who served as staff officers and heralds of the headquarters, most of the Shutoral who followed this unit to participate in the spring camping took part in this attack and followed the shield car forward.
"To the east of us," Bukharin gasped, not knowing whether it was nervousness or exhaustion, but said in a tone accustomed to Shutoral, "if the shield chariot advances within fifty yards, the orcs' arrows will Come down like water. Hey, man, have you been to the East?"
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a shaking on the thick wooden shield. There were sharp whistling sounds in the air, and the nails on the wooden boards made a muffled sound of "dong" and "dong".
"What's going on?" Bukharin paused in surprise.
Desai's heart was in his throat, and he was not in the mood to talk. The dry mouth seemed to be petrified. An unprecedented coldness surrounded him.
This is a warning sent by the extraordinary person's spirituality, sensing the small signs of danger that cannot be ignored.
The sound on the wooden shield became more and more intensive, and there was no "whoosh" sound of arrow rain in the air. Instead, there were two huge muffled sounds.
"Get down!" Desai growled. Time seemed to slow down. The wooden shield in front of him suddenly expanded inwards at a speed visible to the naked eye and broke. A black object penetrated from between the wooden boards and rushed over with wood chips and fine flying debris.
"Ah——!" Time suddenly returned to normal, and Desai heard Bukharin beside him scream. He turned his head and saw that the trainee knight's arm was hit and rolled on the ground with broken bones and blood foam.
Huge roars came one after another, and each loud roar was accompanied by bright firelight spraying out from the black smoke in front, as if there was a giant dragon hiding there.
The sturdy shield car crackled and exploded amidst the roar, sweeping splinters of wood onto the heads of the commandos.
"artillery!"
All the attacking teams shouted. This was the first time that they were in a position to be bombarded in actual combat. The rebel shelling was denser than imagined and very close. The screams tore through the air, and the inevitable danger strangled everyone's throats like a noose.
What's going on? Didn't the wizard's flames burn the rebels clean?
Desai felt his hands sink, and all the commandos pushing the shield car forward fell to the ground. He looked out through the broken gap and saw only shaking figures.
The smoke was blown away by the wind, and the attacking Beyelan soldiers were shocked to find that the car formation was still standing in place. Many people shot black iron pipes out of the small windows of the car panels, spewing out a cloud of fire and smoke.
The artillery they concealed on the carriage was not large, and the shells they used were not much larger than a shotshell, but when they landed on the front, rear, left, and right of the commandos, they were as terrifying as lightning strikes.
The shield car that can withstand crossbows is like paper in front of the artillery shells, providing no cover at all, and the flying fragments will kill and injure a group of people. The rebel artillery was not accurate, but it loaded and fired quickly, mixed with bows and arrows, washing the stopped shield vehicles like a heavy rain. The bravest and most aggressive commandos were prone on the ground, with their shields raised in front of them.
"Attack! Give up the shield car!"
Desai shouted anxiously. More than once, he watched the 603 Squadron bombard the enemy. As long as those shells that didn't seem to be very fast hit, no matter how thick the armor or shield was, they couldn't stop it.
The air was filled with an indescribable pungent smell, mixed with the smell of burning wood and earth. Every loud noise struck my heart, making it tremble more and more sadly.
"ah--!"
The nearby shield car screamed. A larger cannonball shot through the wooden shield and rolled through the hidden commandos, taking away a trail of severed limbs and blood foam.
"Let's charge over!" Desai yelled, grabbing a one-handed ax and rushing towards the car formation regardless of whether anyone heard it.
The noise on the battlefield was louder than his voice, but some commandos spontaneously abandoned their meaningless defenses and charged towards the vehicle array.
The rebel shooting was accompanied by huge plumes of smoke that nearly obscured the battlefield.
The bright orange fire flickered in and out of the smoke, and every time it lit up there was a roar. Desai rushed into the smoke with a round shield of fine iron. No comrades could be seen on the left or right, only a vague wall in front of him. He could only grab the ax and shield and jump over there.
