"Phi..."
A sharp whistle sounded throughout the camp, and everyone, whether soldiers or officers, jumped up from the ground without hesitation and quickly ran to the designated battle position. In everyone's mind, there was a sentence "It's finally here!"
Although the Senke Federation troops arrived half a day later than expected, it made no difference to all the soldiers of the Kastek Empire. The shadow of death still lingered in their hearts. Although the defense of our side was greatly enhanced after the arrangement of the sinister military officer (I was promoted from a soldier to the position of military officer by Carsente to assist him in commanding the battle) yesterday, no one dared to say how much effect these strange things would have before they were baptized by the fire of war.
The four battalions of soldiers from the 2nd Division of the 223rd Corps and the six battalions of soldiers from the 4th Division of the 103rd Corps who rushed out of the military camp passed through the gap in the middle of the horses, passed through the trench covered with bamboo rafts in front of the gap, and began to line up a few meters in front of the trench.
Behind them, the light cavalry of the 3rd Division of the 103rd Corps stood on their horses and set up their bows and arrows, starting to play the role of archers.
The entire Kastark Empire's army in front of the Wasteland Stone Canyon was fully mobilized. Except for the heavy cavalry who began to wear full body armor in the canyon, everyone was ready for battle.
"Why don't you let the soldiers deploy inside the defense line? They may be hit hard outside. If we can rely on the help of the horses you mentioned, we can at least use the defense line in front of us to keep more than 20,000 enemy soldiers in front of the defense line forever." The commander of the Fourth Division, Axe, saw that most of his soldiers were transferred to the front line. He was very anxious when he thought about the huge casualties they might suffer from the attacks of the powerful soldiers of the Senke Federation. This was the army he had built up, and he didn't want his cavalry to die in an infantry battle. That was definitely a shame for a cavalryman. Although he didn't dare to talk back to Carsent, he was easier to talk to when he complained or made suggestions.
"Let me explain! Due to the limitations of time and tools, we are unable to assume a second line of defense. So when we are facing an army that is larger than ours, we must use every opportunity to inflict as much damage as possible on the enemy.
Since we don't have any depth now, I let the soldiers rely on the traps in front of the position to deal with the enemy's advance attack group. The advantage of this is that we don't have to worry about our main defense line being discovered by the enemy before the enemy's main force attacks.
I think the division commander must have seen that our soldiers have blocked all the enemy's sights. When their main force begins large-scale operations after the previous assault troops have suffered our blows, our line of defense will definitely deal a serious blow to the enemy. "
Seeing that Carson had no intention of explaining, I could only take over the topic and explain to Division Commander Axe. After all, the battle plan was basically drawn up by me. I am the lowest of the low here. Not to mention a division commander, even a battalion commander is not someone I can afford to offend. If that guy thinks I am pushing his soldiers to the brink of death, then my future life will be really miserable. From the trivial military matters I heard on Earth, I definitely know how bad the consequences of offending superiors will be.
"Stop talking, the enemy is rushing over. Hey! It's the Black Wolf Legion that wiped out those two local legions. I really want to compete with them! Unfortunately, 80,000 light cavalry, only those damn barbarians would form such a single legion organization~~~~~~ Damn, he will overwhelm me in a head-on confrontation~~~~~~" Kevin, who was also a light cavalry, showed his competitive spirit in the face of the same type of troops that had suffered a major defeat in this war, but when he mentioned the number of the opponent, his face immediately turned into a pickled cucumber.
Kevin didn't need to tell me that I could already feel the shaking of the earth caused by the crazy charge of a large number of cavalrymen in front of me. The rumbling sound and the charging momentum of nearly 10,000 cavalrymen made me, a newcomer on the battlefield, sweat secretly. I didn't know what the result would be. The arrangement in front was completely based on the classic battle examples I had read in books and TV before, many of which were just unverified YY works in fantasy novels...
What impressed me was that when my hands and feet were cold and my face was pale, the people around me, not to mention Carsente and his two division commanders, even the guards around them, and even some civilian staff and logistics staff, did not show any fear, and were even able to chat and laugh. Wow, this is a situation where the few are fighting against the many, don’t they worry at all? Or have they really mastered the art of immobility or the art of smiling on the battlefield
I walked away with a sense of inferiority, and also to prevent them from knowing the secret of my telescope. 10 meters away from the commander's gathering place, I raised the telescope to observe the cavalrymen rushing over.
When they rushed out of their main formation, those guys wearing black leather armor and helmets made of animal bones still maintained a neat formation. When they were less than 1 kilometer away from our defense line, they began to disperse quickly, lowered their bodies, and increased the speed of their horses to the extreme, like a group of black whirlwinds rushing towards our position...
"500 meters ahead, scatter and prepare~~~~~shoot!" A loud slogan almost scared me to drop the telescope in my hand. After a moment of concentration, I realized that the enemy had entered the range and our archers had begun to attack. Since the distance was still relatively far, and the archers were not professional (some light cavalry were generally equipped with bows and arrows, but attacking distant targets was not their strong point), their best choice at this distance was to scatter.
"400 meters ahead, scatter ready~~~~~~~fire!"
"300 meters ahead, scatter ready~~~~~~~fire!"
"..."
Several consecutive volleys, with nearly 30,000 feather arrows fired, although the effect was not very good, it also kept nearly 2,000 Black Wolf cavalrymen on the charge forever.
Just as I was lamenting the cruelty and bloodiness of the war, I immediately discovered that the situation on the battle had changed. The Black Wolf Cavalry approaching our defense line, after withstanding two more rounds of arrow rain, began to fight back with the bows and arrows in their hands. Although their accuracy was not very good, they began to pose a great threat to my light infantry deployed in front of the defense line. As the enemy fought back, soldiers kept falling to the ground, and were then dragged into the fortifications by the people behind them.
"Damn it, bamboo raft, stand up the bamboo raft I prepared for you..." (To be continued)