Soon after the soldiers excitedly set up their crossbows, two divisions of the East Continental Allied Forces came up. When they were about 300 meters away from the military camp, the commander of the opposing army waved his flag, and tens of thousands of heavy infantrymen howled and rushed up the hillside. Following closely behind were the light infantrymen wearing only leather jackets. . . . . .
"Hold steady, no shooting until you hear the order... 10, 9, 8, 7, 6... 2, 1, shoot!" I slowly calmed the soldiers and raised the flag above my head. Dozens of messengers on a line of defense followed my hand without blinking. . . . . .
When I said the word "shoot" and quickly waved the flag in my hand, tens of thousands of armor-piercing crossbow arrows flew in front of the soldiers of the Mocast Empire, forming a death net. The front row of heavy infantry almost all fell to the ground, and the second and even third rows of soldiers behind them also fell to the ground one after another...
"Don't panic, load the number one arrow slot, hold steady... The enemy is still 100 meters away, don't rush... Everyone get ready... Shoot!" I slowly told the soldiers in a calm tone to follow the order. Although the soldiers have practiced this procedure thousands of times, in this real war atmosphere, no one can guarantee that the soldiers will not be nervous and panic. Only when the commander commands them in a calm and steady tone can the soldiers not be in a hurry. (According to reliable information, during World War I, the use of muskets still required gunpowder and bullets to be stuffed from the front, but due to panic, many soldiers either stuffed too many gunpowder into the barrel or stuffed too many bullets into it, resulting in the former exploding and the latter misfiring. What's worse, some people dug out dozens of bullets from the barrels of muskets after the war^O^)
Another straight-line penetrating attack caused rows of casualties among the heavy infantry, but the distance between the two sides was shortened from 150 meters before we started the attack to less than 50 meters.
As our soldiers reloaded their crossbows, the soldiers of the Mocast Empire looked at us getting closer and closer, and rushed forward with more excitement. But is my military camp so easy to break through? Is there not even a trap outside my camp? The answer is of course no. . . . . .
The first Mocaster heavy infantryman who crossed the 50-meter line suddenly fell to the ground with a howl, and then blood suddenly oozed from his forehead... Then, the second... The third... More soldiers jumped up like crazy, or died like the first unlucky guy...
When the enemy commander discovered the problem, he was sad to find that there were only a few heavy infantrymen standing in front of the light infantrymen. . . . . And in front of him and those light infantrymen was a densely packed line of 5-centimeter-long sharp steel spikes. . . . .
Advance or retreat? Advance, then how can they pass this roadblock that is more than 10 meters wide? Retreat, how can they run away from the hundreds of meters behind
But now he no longer needed to make a choice. The rain of arrows made it impossible for the infantry, who were only equipped with small leather shields and light wallets, to resist the swarming arrows. The god of death was reaping lives quickly. . . . .
"Stupid! In a division's heavy infantry, only the first row of heavy infantry have shields. And they don't use them to provide proper sheet cover, but just hold them casually in their hands. Don't they know how to write the word death?" Looking at the enemies dying in large numbers in the rain of arrows, an officer under my command couldn't help but mutter.
"In fact, the enemy is not necessarily stupid, they just don't know our strength... Who dares to believe that our crossbows have the ability to penetrate the heavy infantry armor at a distance of 150 meters? Who dares to believe that our crossbows will be so accurate after being equipped with this kind of aiming rod? After the front-line shield infantry were knocked out by our first round, the two divisions were actually sentenced to death. But according to your method, if we continue to fight them, we can at least kill a few of their divisions..." A staff officer immediately became complacent after hearing what the officer said.
"Idiots, if they send troops over again, they might just cook us directly... Stop talking nonsense, do your own job, and be ready to obey the orders of the adults at any time." Matthew turned around and scolded his subordinates, then told them to continue working.
"It's a pity that one of us was completely wiped out here, and another one was completely wiped out over there..." I slowly squeezed out a sentence in a gloomy voice.
When I saw a group of soldiers on horseback rushing out to clean up the battlefield and shoot the remaining enemy troops, I also saw the miserable state of the Fire Lion Legion. The Fire Lion Legion, which had been rushed into a mess by the defeated army, immediately became extremely crowded at the entrance of its military camp after more than 10,000 defeated soldiers poured in. Without taking ruthless measures, they had no chance to gather the army or deploy troops. Even the Fire Lion Legion's war horses were taken away by the defeated army in the chaos. With the double blow of the Mokaster Empire Army and the magicians of the Yan Kingdom, the chaotic Fire Lion Legion soon collapsed. Every thrust of the Mokaster Empire's heavy cavalry could harvest hundreds or thousands of lives, while every attack of the 2,000 magician troops could leave a large area of the Fire Lion Legion's camp empty. . . . . .
If the battle here was merely the period when the enemy charged, then they were just doing warm-up exercises after the enemy charged. . . . .
"Retreat, prepare to retreat immediately, all soldiers make preparations for a complete evacuation immediately. We must rush out before the enemy targets us, otherwise we will all be doomed..." After quickly kicking those officers away and asking them to organize the evacuation, I immediately led the team of sniper archers and ran towards the entrance of the military camp.
Watching the soldiers busying around in and around the barracks, I was thinking about one final question. . . . . .