"Prepare to charge! Sword unsheathed! Take small steps forward!"
On the ground where the snow had melted, cavalrymen in short cloaks and cuirass began to advance. At first they advanced in small steps, like rolling waves.
The horses neighed, their smooth fur reflected undulating oil in the afternoon sun, and the steel breastplate was like a polished mirror, refracting bursts of white light in the field of vision.
"Raise your gun and aim."
On the other side of the horizon, soldiers dressed in various colors were uniform. Under the command of the commander, they also raised their muskets and nervously aimed at the cavalry in the distance.
The officer did not order fire, because the shooting accuracy at this distance is very low, and it is not very useful, and once the effect is extremely poor, it will cause a severe blow to the morale of one's own side.
These newly trained soldiers are not veterans who have gone through the battlefield. Many of them are even playing for the first time. Their psychological quality is not high. If they are hit at the beginning, they may lead to collapse and escape. This is what officers try to avoid. of.
However, it is not the way to go on like this. The few officers who wore fairy wood badges lowered their hearts and stared at the gradually approaching cavalry on the opposite side.
"Hurry up!"
When they were about 150 yards apart, the commander on the opposite side gave another order. The cavalry began to speed up, the sound of the hooves gradually increased, and the ground began to tremble. The turbulent momentum made many soldiers nervous and their wrists trembled.
But time flies, and when it was only more than 70 yards, the commander who accompanied the army on the opposite side gave the order again. .
"charge!"
Exciting horns sounded rapidly in the army, and those cavalrymen also pushed their speed to the extreme. The four legs of the warhorses under them shrank back and forth at high speed, and the cavalrymen on their bodies also raised a number of shining sabres and stabbing swords in a cold light. The turbulent magic power erupted at this moment, and layers of pale golden shimmers covered the body and horses, brilliant and violent.
"Fire! Fire!"
In the face of this sudden burst of air waves and army formations, the tense nerves of our officers finally reached the critical point, and they gave orders in a hurry.
The continuous sound of gunfire ignited on the front line, and the thick blue smoke even briefly blocked the line of sight. The dense bullets instantly shattered the cavalry in the front row, sending out blood.
These high-speed cavalrymen overturned and rolled over to the ground in an instant, and then were drowned by the teammates who were like a tide behind them, like a small splash in the sea.
Then, before the soldiers on the front could reload and fire the second shot, the cavalry had already killed them.
The sharp saber turned into a life-threatening blade in the high-speed charge, and simply swiped it to cut open the soldiers on the opposite side, and even the sturdy bayonet and guns were broken in front of the saber under the blessing of extraordinary ability, Broken into sections.
The cavalry who entered the infantry front continued to move forward, waving their saber again and again, bringing countless blood, and no matter how strong the soldiers who resisted, they were drowned in this surging charge like a wall.
After the battle, several crows fell from the sky, looked at the ground covered with blood and corpses, made a few chirps, and landed on the shoulders of an inspecting imperial commander.
He rode a brown-red warhorse, followed by several black-clothed sergeants, overlooking the scattered flags, muskets, and corpses on the ground, his eyes slowly swept over, and then stood still, shrouded in Under the afterglow of the sunset.
"It's organized, but not enough." He briefly commented on the enemies.
"It's no longer the kind of world that can be changed with blood, and the empire will no longer be what it used to be." He took off his hat, bowed his head and saluted, put it on again, and rode his horse away from the area. earth.
After the initial rapid expansion, the 'Fairy Tree' organization also faced severe challenges.
After receiving the mobilization order from the regent, about 20 legions directly under the royal family began to gather. They had about 200,000 people, and they were all well-trained, not comparable to those weak and scattered local guards.
And the platoon shooting tactics in the early stage of 'Fairy Wood' were quickly learned and cracked by the opponent. This was not a unique skill that could be maintained for a long time. There were also various geniuses and excellent generals among those imperial officers.
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The Imperial cavalry also played an important role in the battle, and the uprising 'Fairy Wood' organization was hit hard.
These cavalry corps scattered harassing attacks, attacking supplies and weak troops, and gathered in groups to charge, directly breaking through the front of the infantry, massacred a large area, and put the 'Fairy Wood' organization, which lacked horses and cavalry, into various difficulties.
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The Earl of Winlane, or as it should now be called, the County of Winlane.
This is the core and command center of the 'Fairy Wood' organization. A large number of workshops and weapon manufacturing factories also gather here. Even if the temperature is cold in early spring, the place is still boiling and warm, and the roar of various machines can be heard endlessly.
White steam and black smoke floated over the factory building, and the machines turned over and over again, while the workers next to the machines quickly processed and assembled the parts one by one, and then put them on the conveyor belt.
They may not have much salary and very good treatment, but no one is complaining at this moment, because everyone understands what their mission and task are at this moment.
Many young people from other places and far away also gathered here. In the humble house, they looked at the rough blackboard that would blacken the walls, eagerly learning all kinds of practical knowledge.
A non-commissioned officer from the front line kept on holding chalk and sketching on the wall, quickly writing out how to respond to the enemy, how to use tactics, and various points to pay attention to during the march, teaching these precious things that were exchanged for life. Knowledge.
They may not survive the next battle, but these experiences will be passed down from generation to generation and accepted by future generations.
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"The above is what I have experienced, and how I think about coping." When the class was over, the dry-mouthed sergeant finally stopped talking.
There is a slender scar on his neck and shoulders, and a few fingers are missing from one hand. When he speaks, he can clearly feel that his knowledge is not high, many words are not accurate, and there are strong words. local accent.
"Although I teach you, you must surpass my knowledge and experience and come up with better tactics and coping strategies."
"I grew up with little education and suffered a lot in my life, but I don't want this to go on forever."
"The future is up to you." He took off his hat and bowed to his students in a different way.
In the silent classroom, violent applause suddenly erupted, and many people even shed tears quietly as they watched the officer who took turns to teach limping out of the house.
The battle is still not over, and both sides will continue to learn and grow in this competitive process, until the more progressive and excellent side completely overwhelms the other side.