The rebel column poured out of the hills between the Rose Avenue and the Verona Avenue, rolling like a mountain torrent and stretching endlessly, pressing towards the Beyeland army who was holding its position like a rock.
Faced with this unexpected army, Ophelia immediately took over the command of Berthier's column after the command fell into a brief panic and confusion. Her military rank was not high and her status was not respected, but the teachers and students at Homemonworth were all familiar with her, and the local noble officers also fell into collective silence for a while.
Ophelia's headquarters on the high ground surveyed the battlefield, and with the calm attitude that a true warrior always possesses, ordered the regular infantry to occupy the flat ground and gentle slopes between the two hills; and then moved the retreating light auxiliaries and a squadron Infantry was sent to delay the rebels' outflanking right flank.
She has the advantage of maneuvering inside when defending. The light infantry only needs to move a short distance to delay the right uppercut of the rebels by relying on the terrain. Once the rebel right wing broke through the light infantry and terrain barriers, which was inevitable, they would appear behind the Bijran line.
At that time, Ophelia used the Extraordinaries gathered from various units to launch a counterattack. It is an ancient tradition for Extraordinaries to lead retinues and soldiers to attack, but Shutoral, who returned from the East, like their professors, firmly implements the principle of concentrated use of Extraordinaries.
During this period, Beyelan's regular infantry resisted the larger and more organized main force of the rebels in the front.
Even if Griffith, Count Larmore and Consul Sharon were in her position, they would not act wiser.
The Verona rebels on the front were holding a forest of spears, and some were equipped with swords, shields and halberds. The detachments were well-organized and marched very quickly but in an orderly manner.
The forest of guns was not coherent, with depressions appearing at certain distances. This army consists of multiple large square formations, with a thick and tight rectangular spear formation in the middle, and multiple small formations composed of flexible sword and shield soldiers, halberdiers and shooters distributed on both wings.
The rebel infantry laid a heavy front, and stopped at a distance of fifty yards. In the dense human wall, several small phalanxes separated from the main group and protruded forward.
Their number was less than one-fifth of the total strength of the rebels, and they were equipped with a variety of matchlocks. Many of the extremely thick and heavy matchlocks even needed to be supported by wooden frames to lift them. The little phalanxes spread out on the spot, setting up their muskets and preparing to fire.
"Infantry attack!"
Noticing the actions of these musketeers, the Bayeran army, which had already encountered long-range suppression in the ferry battle, immediately issued an attack order. There were only about a thousand of them, and in order to avoid being surrounded, they had extended their front line, making their formation even thinner.
After receiving the order, Beyelan's legionnaires immediately launched a charge.
At the same time, more than a dozen prominent small phalanxes distributed on the rebel front roared one after another. The musketeers took aim at Beyelan's infantry line, while rebel sergeants armed with swords, shields and halberds stood by. The sergeants received the order and waved their weapons down, and the musketeers sprayed out dense roars and bursts of smoke like lightning and thunder.
The lead bullets hit the breastplates of the legionnaires, some bounced along the arc, and some penetrated the armor. Berthier immediately saw twenty or thirty legionnaires knocked to the ground.
"Nonna, Ophelia, look," Berthier said to the busy Miss Sciutral, "They are using the phalanx army that we have eliminated long ago. This is how the Odessa militia used it. , more than a dozen were trampled by Griffith."
Berthier said to himself after a while: "The difference is that they are equipped with a large number of gunpowder weapons instead of bows and arrows. The armor-breaking ability is indeed good, but the actual combat effect is hard to say."
This volley could not stop the charge of Beyeland's regular infantry. Just as the shooting ended, the rebel musketeers in the back row stepped forward, replaced the soldiers in the front row, and put the weapons on their shoulders that had already lit the match rope.
They put away their guns, turned around, retreated, and advanced. They were stiff and dull, and their actions were forward and backward, like a rough and jerky machine, with the gears shaking and wearing due to lack of coordination. But after all, they are still as a linked whole. When they lower a lever, they also lift a spoke.
"It's too slow," Ophelia commented calmly, "If Midianmaiya was the commander, at least two rounds of volleys could be completed."
The rebel army's formation changed, and it took a few seconds to advance and retreat. The Beyelan infantry was already close to a distance of thirty yards.
The smoke from the first round of shooting had not yet cleared, and the dripping blood had not yet dried up. Beyeland's regular army had already drawn out the gleaming spears on their large shields and raised them over their shoulders.
The two sides are close enough that they can see each other's eyes clearly.
The second row of musketeers and legionnaires were ready at almost the same time. They were waiting for the order to fire a volley.
Most of the rebel infantry were unarmored. Even if he wears leather armor and mail armor, he can't stop the armor-piercing spear attack from this distance. Many people panted and looked at the soldiers with bright armor and the forest of spears on the opposite side. They felt that time at this moment slowed down and seemed to have stopped.
"Raise the gun!" the rebel commander ordered as leisurely as if he were enjoying afternoon tea. He waited for the formation to complete the formation according to the drill. The soldiers under his command could not wait to raise their muskets in front of them. They all stared at the guns pointed at their faces with pale faces, and their Adam's apple rolled up and down violently.
Their footsteps shook subconsciously, and their biological instinct reminded them to hide behind their companions.
"aim!"
The muskets were all lowered. The musketeers saw Beyeland's heavy infantry and ready-to-fire muskets as big as the whole world in their crosshairs. These legionnaires looked indifferent, as if they didn't care much about their own lives or the lives of their enemies.
Before the officer could give the final order, four or five gunshots suddenly rang out from the rebel musket phalanx.
Some of the musketeers opened fire, and then half the entire line opened fire without orders. They came first, the shooting was messy and noisy, and even half the soldiers were waiting for orders.
A dozen more of Byjelan's infantry fell.
"Fire!" Viscount Varian, who was supervising the front line, shouted, giving an order that all Beyelan soldiers and their enemies were extremely familiar with. "Throw the spears!"
"Three volleys!"
The battlefield was immediately covered with dense sound howls, and the uniform projections like a storm tore through the air, making a chilling and deep rustling sound. All of Beyeland's heavy infantry fired the first volley at the rebel shooters, knocking down the small phalanx of musketeers that came forward almost instantly.
Immediately afterwards, without the instruction of the officer, they aimed the second round of guns at the gun array in the rear.
The rebels' main infantry carried long spears, and less than a third wore armor. They were side by side, and only the first two rows saw the musketeers in front being cut down like ears of wheat in the fields. .
The soldiers in the back rows only heard an inhuman and indescribable tearing sound, and then the comrades in front were shaken, and some even turned around and squeezed into the team behind them.
Before they could figure out what was going on, the shrill whistling sound was heard again.
When the flesh and blood were pierced, the "puff" sound was as dense as a summer shower, and the rebel front line facing Beyelan's army was instantly reduced by two rows. Countless people were pierced through the chest, nailed to the ground together with the soldiers behind, or flew upside down into the crowd behind.
Before the pikemen could scream, the third round of attacks followed.
The lightly armored rebel brigade stood still and endured three rounds of volleys in a very short period of time. Several square formations collapsed in an instant and collapsed towards the rear.
"Brigade, short range assault."
Ophelia ordered. The Beyelan heavy infantry sounded the marching horn, and nearly a thousand soldiers stepped forward in unison and rushed towards the rebels. They did not roar or roar, but they struck everyone's hearts like thunder.
In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the already shaken gun array. First there was the dull collision of shields and the tearing of sword blades, and then there were screams.
The rebel frontal phalanx was much larger than the regular infantry of Beyelan. But they are retreating inexorably. In many positions, Beyelan's sword and shield soldiers tore apart the spear array, killing them at a distance that the spearmen could not defend. In the blink of an eye, the rebel frontline was in chaos, and then completely shaken.
The soldiers began to flee in disorder. Only a small number of particularly brave soldiers still stood firm, and then they were trapped in the encirclement and died heroically.
"The attack is terminated!" Ophelia ordered hurriedly after seeing the infantry destroying the enemy in front and starting to chase the enemy.
"If we pursue them for a while, we will be able to penetrate their center," Berthier said.
"No, there is no time. Our left wing is disintegrating," Ophelia said as she put on her helmet. "I will lead the commando, Berthier. It is necessary to keep the combat strength and organization of the ministries and to maintain preparations." Team, we don’t know how much strength the rebels have left!”
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"It's not simple."
Xia Boyang watched the battle from the high ground behind. He first noticed with joy that his right wing had penetrated the blockade of Beyelan's light infantry and was outflanking their flanks and rear. Then, his front collapsed, and several phalanxes were wiped out almost instantly like snow meeting boiling water.
Before his reserves could launch a counterattack, Beyeland's troops stopped their pursuit and began to reorganize.
"Look, this is really the fighting method of a famous general. He knows when to attack and when to retreat. This is the way to use troops." Xia Boyang admired, then turned to Silver Mask's companions and said, "We and such a powerful army Fighting, the sacrifices must be meaningful, right?"
"There is no need to worry, Commander Xia Boyang," the man in the silver mask said, "The power of reality is not enough to resist the mystery, neither you nor your army. Because of this, you need me.
"In that army lies the key to the future."
After hearing this, the generals and staff around Xia Boyang immediately asked: "The battle has begun. Tell us, what is the key you promised?"
Silver Mask took out a picture album with a smile and opened it for everyone. In the picture album, there is a young girl with silver hair, whose youthful and charming vitality is almost overflowing, and her red eyes are so lively that she seems to be able to speak.
"Neferti von Kwaimantha," Silver Mask said, "Bring her here and I will open the path to victory for you."
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