His Royal Highness personally cheered the drums, which inspired the morale of the Rodriguez cavalry.
The cavalrymen happily charged the defeated rebel formation one after another, dashing back and forth on the battlefield recklessly, wielding sabres and lances to harvest the heads of the rebels. Although this Roderian cavalry has also been rebuilt, it still maintains a large number of old frames. These battle-hardened elites are cunning and ruthless on the battlefield. After the rectification, it was difficult to organize a defensive posture that looked like a little bit, and they were immediately turned around by the cavalry who rushed over and re-scattered. After this repeated and repeated, the rebels could no longer organize a decent resistance.
Seeing the defeat of the fighting army, the rebels in the rear battalion also tried to organize reinforcements, but the dispatch of the Roderian cavalry was very cunning—perhaps this cunning style was a new change after the arrival of Fatty Ruhl. In the past, the charge of the Rodriguez cavalry was full of the courage to go forward, or die if not advanced. But now, it seems to have turned into a poisonous snake, biting down one bite at a time, its mouth is deadly, and its ferocity has not diminished.
Especially after defeating the 10,000-strong phalanx of the rebels, two teams of cavalry were quickly separated from the two flanks, detoured to the back of the defeated soldiers, surrounded and besieged them, and then interspersed arbitrarily on the battlefield. There has been an upside-down carnage. And the rebel team that rushed out to meet up from the main camp was blocked in the camp by the roundabout Rodriian cavalry, and they had no chance to get out at all. And the Roderian cavalry, who had detoured to the back, still occasionally pretended to attack the rear camp of the rebels, forcing the defenders in the rebel camp to shoot arrows desperately, forcing the Rodian cavalry to dare not move forward.
When the number of rescue troops in the rear camp of the rebels finally increased and accumulated to a certain number, at this time, the Rodriguez cavalry did not entangle with each other. Interspersed from the battlefield, by the way, once again slaughtered the defeated soldiers on the battlefield, and then evacuated calmly.
A full 10,000 rebels had suffered such a big loss. One-third of the corpses left on the battlefield. The battlefield was full of grief, and there were screams and shouts everywhere. There were also some scattered soldiers who fled in twos and threes. Gathered together, and finally had the opportunity to escape, and then ran wildly towards their camp like crazy.
But in half an hour, a charge of the Rodriguez cavalry directly crippled the rebels' 10,000-strong phalanx! Almost less than one-tenth of those who ran back alive were still intact.
On the high ground in the distance, the cheers of the Roderian cavalry came from afar, and then about two hundred cavalrymen rushed out onto the battlefield. The rebel camp, a hundred meters away, began to clean up the battlefield.
This is also a tradition that has always been on the mainland: after the two warring parties have fought another battle, the victorious party has the right to give priority to the work of cleaning the battlefield. The work of cleaning up the battlefield includes rescuing the wounded soldiers on one's own side. At the same time, if the wounded soldiers of the enemy are found, if the high-level soldiers are captured and returned immediately, as for the low-level soldiers and the like, they are often made up for a knife!
It can be said that the side that cleans the battlefield first can often take the opportunity to expand a lot of results. On the mainland, the tradition has always been that the strong should be respected. The side who wins the battle has the right to clean up the battlefield first. At this time, the side that loses is not allowed to send troops to fight, otherwise it will be regarded as a coward. Behavior.
Seeing that because of his carelessness, a team of 10,000 people was crippled in such a short time, Hughes, who was standing on the observation platform, felt a great pain in his heart.
The 10,000 people who went out from the camp were all their own Armenian troops!
I have been fooled a few times before, starting with Adrick, and then Sosia and Butler, who deliberately used the flag and bugle of the Rodriguez cavalry to deceive themselves. As a result, Hughes was deceived too many times, naturally Paralyzed, this time the real Rodriguez cavalry killed him. He was also careless and thought it was the enemy's trick. He underestimated the enemy and only sent 10,000 people out. much strength.
At this moment, seeing that the Rodriguez cavalry sent people to clean up the battlefield, how could Hughes not know about this tradition? He was heartbroken. In the previous siege, his army lost some troops because he was too greedy and rashly attacked the city. Today, he lost thousands of people. How can he not feel bad
You must know that no matter where in this world, the strong are respected, and everything is based on strength. Although he has quite a position in the red round table meeting, if his strength is damaged too much, I am afraid that his position will not be guaranteed. Although the governors of all the families are in the same boat at this moment, it is the honeymoon period of cooperation, and it is far from the time to turn around. But everyone understands that when it comes to dividing the cake after the war, only the powerful military regions can get more spoils.
What's more, he has been attacking the city for so many days, and the loss of troops is only three or five thousand. But today, he was rushed by the Rodriguez cavalry, but he lost so many people in one hour, so how could he not feel distressed
Just when he was about to vomit blood, suddenly there was a subordinate beside him who whispered: "Ah, my lord! Look! Those Rodian cavalry did not kill our wounded soldiers!"
Um
Hughes looked up and looked into the distance. Sure enough, the Roderian cavalrymen who were cleaning the battlefield just dismounted and carefully searched back and forth on the battlefield, trying to find some of the cavalry who had been wounded and fell off their horses in the battle just now. He carried it back, but he didn't even draw a knife to make up for the wounded soldiers of the rebels lying on the battlefield, and he didn't even look at them.
This Ruhl... Is he so kind
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"General, why be soft on these rebels!"
On the high ground, a young officer beside Ruhr seemed a little dissatisfied, and whispered: "These rebels are dead, why don't we let our people go up to make up for it! Are those guys allowed to rescue the wounded soldiers and raise them well? Are you going to fight with us again?"
Ruhl rode on the horse, and the smug expression on his face had long since faded. He squinted at the battlefield with a pair of small eyes, and suddenly sighed softly: "Forget it... Killing and killing, all the Byzantines died. Whether it is a victory or defeat this time, save some energy for Byzantium."
The young officer beside him listened, a strange look flashed in his eyes, as if he had something to say, but he finally hesitated and closed his mouth.
"I know, you must think I'm indecisive, the kindness of women, don't you?" Ruhl sneered.
The officer immediately bowed his head: "My lord, I dare not."
"Don't dare? That's what you really think?" Ruhl snorted, and then whispered: "Idiot, it's easy to kill, and you won't have any trouble with one knife. But don't you understand? Anyway, these The wounded soldiers have already lost their combat effectiveness. If you don't kill them, let the rebels rescue them. They will have to allocate some people to take care of the wounded soldiers, and they will spend more medicines and materials. This is a weak enemy. Policy!"
At this time, the crown prince who had taken off his shirt and beat the drums had dropped his drum hammer and ran back. He casually draped his shirt over his body, leaving his golden hair scattered wildly. rushed to the battlefield.
I saw Garcia rode his horse around in a circle in front of the battle, then raised his saber and shouted, and the warhorse immediately raised its front hooves. The crown prince shouted loudly on the horse: "Our army is mighty!!! Rodia, iron hoofs are invincible!!!"
Just now, the cavalry charged, and almost the whole army saw the behavior of the crown prince behind him, who was cheering with hammers and drums. And I have to say that at this time, from the perspective of the officers and soldiers of the middle and lower classes, after all, His Royal Highness Garcia has the halo of the crown prince on his head, that is the future emperor of the empire! With the honor of the future emperor of the empire, he is willing to go to the front line, put down his noble attitude, and personally cheer for the soldiers.
At this moment, he was galloping in front of the formation. As an officer, it was a very exciting thing to do such a behavior. When he was agitated, the army immediately responded, and the cavalry immediately cheered and roared: "Mighty!! Invincible!!"
The shouting voice, after shouting seven or eight times, gradually dissipated.
At this time, the eyes of the soldiers looking at the crown prince were very different.
"Alas... What a clever Crown Prince."
It was the young officer beside Ruhr again, who looked at the scene at the moment and sighed in a low voice.
Ruhr raised his brows and glanced at the subordinate: "What did you say?"
"General... Can't you see that His Highness is buying the heart of the army?" The young officer leaned close to Ruhr and said in a low voice, "In recent days, His Highness has been in the army with the soldiers first. Training, marching on the road is also sharing weal and woe with the soldiers, and today I even beat the drums in front of the battle, such a series of behaviors, isn’t it a sense of standing in the army.”
After a pause, the young officer's eyes became somewhat complicated: "Originally, in the hearts of low-level soldiers, the crown prince's status is as supreme and noble as a god. And at this moment, such a series of actions by His Highness, even more It's a great military heart."
"It's also a good thing for His Royal Highness to gain the military heart." Luer's expression was calm, as if he casually said such a sentence.
The young officer raised his eyelids and glanced at Luer, hesitated for a moment, and continued: "But your lord, this matter of taking down the army, your Highness robbed and did everything—you must know that you are the Commander of the First Army."
When Ruhl heard this, he squinted his eyes immediately, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, which shrouded the young officer's body: "Hmph, you are not too timid to speak."
The young officer was shrouded in Ruhr's eyes, but he had no fear, and said slowly: "My lord, I have no other intentions, but this is the most delicate time. Historically, the royal family will not personally control the army, even if it is riding a horse. Emperor Gun himself, when he personally fought on the battlefield in the past, would not easily take away the command of the generals of his ministers."
"What the hell are you trying to say?" Ruhl scratched his ears and sneered.
The young officer gritted his teeth and glanced left and right, surrounded by Ruhr's most trusted personal guards, and standing far away from the two, he finally whispered: "Dare to ask your lord, are you right? What are the odds of winning the battle of Osgilia?"
"..." Ruhl stared at the young officer, who also bravely looked at Ruhl. Finally, after a while, Ruhr shook his head: "The odds are not big."
Hearing this, the young officer raised his eyebrows: "Your Excellency didn't tell the truth. From the point of view of your subordinates, the odds of winning are not very big, but very small."
"Oh?" Ruhl's face was half-smiley.
"That's right." The young officer pondered for a while: "Based on the current situation, although Osgilia has gathered three corps of the Imperial Central Army, plus the defenders and the garrison in the city, the number of troops has reached 100,000. It stands to reason that although there are more than 300,000 rebels, Osgilia is the largest city in the mainland. If there are 100,000 troops defending, let alone 300,000, even if it is doubled, it may not be able to capture. It seems that the situation is still optimistic, but you naturally understand in your heart... In fact, we are at an absolute disadvantage."
"How?" Ruhl closed his eyes.
"Although we have 100,000 troops, they are all rootless grass! The rebels are 300,000, well-prepared, and the entire area around Osgilia is occupied by the rebels, and it is also close to Armenia. They can send supplies There is a steady stream of replenishment. But what about us? We are far away from the station and traveled long distances to help the imperial capital. We have no place to stand! Osgilia is also besieged, and we are trapped here, and we can no longer get external supplies. Now, let's say something unpleasant, and don't say anything else, don't say too much, as long as the two sides spend a month, once our army runs out of food, even if our Rodriguez cavalry can fight again, on an empty stomach, the war horse will not be able to run. Besides, we are cavalry, and the cost of cavalry is much greater than that of infantry!" Having said that, the young officer carefully looked at Ruhr's face before continuing: "So, from the point of view of my subordinates, this In World War I, the Empire is a lot of misfortune. We have no chance of winning."
"Continue." Ruhl remained expressionless, but closed his eyes as if reassured.
"Knowing that it is a battle that will be defeated in nineteen eighty-nine, my lord, you understand it in your heart, and His Royal Highness is also a smart person, why don't you understand? Moreover, from the point of view of your subordinates, His Majesty originally sent the Crown Prince to our army... Why? We chose our Rodriguez cavalry regiment instead of going anywhere else? Is it not because the Rodriguez cavalry is the most powerful army in the empire, and its strength is the best in the empire. Your Majesty sent the crown prince to us, on the one hand, for the sake of Protecting the crown prince, on the one hand, leaves a backhand."
"Back?" Ruhl smiled.
"Second hand!" The young officer's eyes flashed and he said slowly: "I have calculated carefully these days, and I always feel that His Majesty's recent series of actions are deeply admirable! He seems to have planned a break with the warlords in advance. I knew that once the war started, the imperial capital would be surrounded. So I let the crown prince leave the imperial capital in advance, and he was sent to the strongest Rodian cavalry regiment in the empire to protect it. At the same time, he was also a back-up... If something happened to the imperial capital, then, So… "
Hearing this subordinate's tone a little hesitant, Ruhl sneered: "After talking so much, why don't you dare to continue talking here?"
The young officer's expression changed, and his heart finally turned sullen, he gritted his teeth and said: "If the emperor has an accident, if there is any danger to His Majesty... Then the crown prince can succeed at any time as long as he is still there, and lead all parties loyal to the empire in the name of the new emperor. The strength continued to resist the rebellion. At that time, the new emperor succeeded. If there is no army in his hand, how can he convince so many strengths? How can he suppress the scene? As for the choice, there is Biro Is the Delia cavalry a better choice? As long as His Royal Highness controls the Roderian cavalry, firmly controls the army, and stands on prestige, then…”
"I was originally loyal to the empire, and it's not a bad thing for the crown prince to have the heart of the army." Ruhl understated his tone, but instead made the officer look dissatisfied and frowned: "Sir, that's not what I said. I have the heart of the empire. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it! It's just that His Highness has acted so clearly because he is on guard against you! Otherwise, why would His Highness pretend to be so arrogant recently? I waited to fight for the Empire, but His Highness has nothing to do with you. Doubtful heart, it will make one's heart cold!"
"Okay!" Luer suddenly turned stern, and after drinking, seeing the young officer hanging his head, Luer's face was as deep as water, and he said lightly: "How can you understand the art of the emperor? Even if it is no longer A loyal subject, as a king, can't just pin his hopes on the loyalty of others. Well, the human heart is the most unreliable thing in this world. Unless it is really in one's own hands, otherwise, it is only based on How many emperors dare to rest assured with the illusory hearts?"
"...Yes, my subordinates have been taught." The young officer bowed his head.
Ruhl stared at this subordinate for a moment, his tone slightly gentler: "You are a recent graduate of the Imperial Military Academy, and you are also outstanding in your studies. Before leaving, that mad dog Green recommended you to me. There is nothing wrong with your recommendation. You are a thoughtful fellow, and you are also a good learner in military strategy. You are a talented talent. I originally wanted to cultivate you well, but... I have a few words of warning today, and you should keep them in mind. Live, it is best to engrave it in your heart, and it will be engraved for me, and it will be deeply engraved, never forget it! Always remind yourself!"
"...Sir, please speak."
Although Ruhl's tone was still calm, his eyes gradually became severe!
"Being a human being, it's better to have a simple mind! Especially us soldiers! Remember that you are a soldier, not a politician! Some things are considered by politicians, but as a soldier, you should not analyze and study all day long. These things! You are indeed very smart, but you must also understand that when it comes to politics, sometimes, the smarter the person, the quicker the death! Since you are a soldier, you should guard your duty as a soldier! All day long What is the difference between those who are not in the military and those who are not in politics and those warlord parties!”
At the end of the day, some voices have become fierce.
The young officer ate Luer's last reprimand, but his expression did not show much fear, he just bowed his head in a respectful salute, smiled calmly, but his eyes remained calm, and said slowly: "Yes, this subordinate will definitely keep these words of your lord in mind. In my heart, I will never forget it.”
Ruhl looked at the young man, and finally the sharpness in his eyes subsided little by little, and then smiled: "Let's go, follow me to welcome His Royal Highness back. Today's battle is over, the rebels will not Let’s go out again, everyone take a rest, let’s fight again in the future.”
Having said that, the fat man rode his horse first, but after taking two steps, he suddenly turned back and smiled at the young officer: "Reinhardt, I remember that your name seems to be the surname of the southerners of the empire, um, also It's called the Heart of a Lion, right?"
Hearing this, the young officer was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, my lord, I am from the South."
"Well, I heard that the year before last, Cavie Hill was taken by your dean to teach a class at the Military Academy, but he stopped teaching it after only half a year. Is there such a thing as this?"
When Reinhardt heard this, a slight smile appeared on his face, but he met Ruhr's eyes without dodging, and his tone was also very calm: "Yes, my lord. Mr. Cavihill's class, I also I went to listen to it. Mr. Cavie Hill is very knowledgeable, and many other students and I are deeply respected. Later, when I asked Mr. Cavie Hill privately for some questions, he never put on airs and was peaceful and close. .I am grateful for the teacher's teaching and treat him with respect."
Luer heard it, and there was a hint of "as expected" in his eyes. He didn't speak at the moment, just laughed twice, and walked away slowly.
(Hmph... Kavisher, actually stretched out his hand to the Imperial Military Academy. This old man, his hands are too long... )
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In the rebel camp, today suffered a defeat, Hughes was originally annoyed, but when he returned to the tent, the anger on his face had subsided completely. This ability, even Salvador saw in his eyes, was both admirable and vigilant in his heart.
When other governors came to comfort me, Hughes smiled boldly: "You don't need to comfort me. I was a little angry at first, but now, I feel that it is not a loss. It took a few thousand people to find Rodri The strength of the Asian cavalry is worth the price!"
Then Hughes said: "I have an idea. Tomorrow, let the rear battalion be different, and deliberately show weakness. It's better to get out of the way and let the Rodriguez cavalry enter the city."
Let the Rodriguez cavalry enter the city? It was already difficult enough to attack the city, and if such a heroic army entered the city of Osgilia, wouldn't it be even more...
On the other hand, Salvador listened, his eyes lit up, he looked at Hughes and laughed a few times: "Brilliant!"