Ride and Cut

Different from the impatience of the reckless men in Gaoshanbao, Hendra was not impatient at all.

Seeing that the target hadn't escaped yet, his heart was relieved, and he quietly waited for his subordinates to complete the pre-set preparations before attacking.

He brought all the troops of Brown Bear Roaring's entire army, not because such a small pioneer really needs to mobilize so many troops, but because training opportunities are rare.

There are a lot of inexperienced new fighters in the legion. It is of great benefit to them to pull them out to show that the horses and horses will walk around even if there is a lot of thunder and rain in the end. After the long march these days, everyone has become a lot more capable.

If you are impatient at the end, the purpose of the exercise cannot be achieved at its best, and that would be a pity.

To pass the time, he turned his eyes to the river bank.

Those Pompeii people—forty or fifty very tall heavy armored infantry and twenty or so centaurs formed two thin rows. Facing an enemy whose number was many times that of theirs, they seemed to be quite calm, showing no sign of fear.

They are very well equipped, everyone is wearing iron armor without exception, and with that burly figure, it is obvious that they are not mediocre at first glance.

The reflection of the sun on the armor made Hendra's army commander narrow his eyes slightly, "The equipment is much better than I expected, and the number of people is more than I expected. I underestimated them."

In his opinion, this is basically the upper limit of the force that a pioneer can have.

Of course, compared with the 3,000-strong team of Brown Bear Roaring, it's still not worth mentioning. In a real war, the degree of organization is far more important than being brave or not. Most of the small lords will never understand this truth in their entire lives.

The scout Qingqi saw that they were few and wanted to go up to tease them, deliberately wandering around the edge of the range, but he didn't expect that all the centaurs were ruthless characters, and four of them were knocked down in the blink of an eye.

Now the rest of the people drove their mounts away like a flock of frightened birds.

"Come on again, Holy Light God, look at those reeds." The guard opened his mouth half-opened in amazement, "It's more than enough to hide a thousand-man heavy cavalry."

The clumps of reeds by the river were unbelievably lush. He had never seen this kind of plant that withered once a year grow to a height of three or four blades, spreading hundreds of yards and flourishing like a small tree.

Hendra tapped his ignorant distant relative with a horsewhip, "The muddy beach will trap the horse's hooves, making it impossible to save speed. The most stupid commander would not do this."

For a moment, he hesitated whether to send scouts to investigate. But looking at the longbows held by those centaurs, the not-so-strong thoughts were fleeting, and the scouts would definitely be targeted in the past.

"But why did it grow so tall?" The guard covered his head and couldn't help being curious.

"It should be because the land is very fertile. This alpine castle has found a good place to farm." He was used to seeing the barren wilderness along the way, and suddenly seeing such a rich land made Hendra reluctant to take his eyes off.

He suddenly shrugged his shoulders, "But let's talk—since there are no mountains and castles here, why is it called a mountain castle?"

The charm of power is undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and this not-so-funny joke made everyone around him laugh.

"Actually, if you have a little bit of strategic vision, you should choose the hills on the opposite bank as your base." Hendra took the opportunity to point Jiangshan with a whip.

"These savage Pompeii guys, if they really had brains in their heads, they should have run away long ago." The scout captain took the opportunity to flatter him.

Everyone laughed together again.

"Okay, jokes are enough." The frontline soldiers were already in place, and Hendra decided to use the most classic and simple tactics to end the exercise.

"Preparing to attack, the archers stepped forward to suppress, the infantry marched in formation, and all the cavalry turned around and outflanked."

These are the most frequently practiced subjects, and the whole army is running like a well-oiled machine.

The archers released a shower of arrows, and soon found that it was useless against enemies in heavy armor. They didn't want to waste expensive and fragile armor-piercing heavy arrows. So they pulled out the daggers they carried with them and followed the infantry brigade to get some credit.

Hendra saw that the centaurs were also firing their bows, but the effect was also very little. Most of them were blocked by the shields carried by the infantry in the front row, and only a few results were obtained sporadically.

It wasn't until the infantry rushed forty or fifty yards away that they temporarily switched to projectiles as if awakened from a dream, and this time the effect was immediate. After the arrow flew high, it landed on the archers in the middle of the formation. Their leather armor had limited defensive effect, and there was a scream.

"The enemy's archers made a mistake in their tactical choice, but our archers performed worse. All officers have to eat a whip."

Hendra's tone was calm. From his point of view, his own infantry was drowning the enemy like sea water flooding the reef. "The infantry team performed quite well, and arranged a third-class extra meal after the battle."

When the face-to-face distance between the two sides is only a few feet away, the front-line infantry can intuitively feel how tall the enemy is, and the average is one and a half heads taller than them. They didn't know that they were real highland barbarians under the cover of iron armor, and they thought that the Pompeians were generally like this, so they couldn't help but secretly stunned.

But at the moment they are still relaxed, because the difference in numbers between the two sides is obvious.

The next moment, the relaxed mood came to an abrupt end.

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"Boss, do you want to start?" Gunther asked in a low voice standing beside Li Cha.

"Wait a minute, I haven't taken the bait yet." The lord put his hands on his hips and calmed down, the nearest enemy was still two hundred yards away.

In this battle, the commanders of the two sides have one thing in common, that is, they are confident that their side has an absolute advantage, and once they fight, they will definitely win without losing money. This kind of situation should be extremely rare in the entire history of human warfare.

While Hendra was worried that Gao Shanbao would escape, Li Cha was worried that Brown Bear Roar would be too cautious and discovered his tactical arrangements.

In order to make the opponent more impulsive, the lord deliberately showed the enemy weakness, and only showed up with the first batch of old soldiers of the guards. The other centaurs and barbarians hid in the trenches not far behind, trying to make their own troops look weak.

Even when Hurt opened his bow and arrows, he deliberately released water, and only used half of his force to shoot at the shield, for fear of dampening the opponent's offensive enthusiasm. Otherwise, with centaur archery, shields that cannot completely cover the body are equivalent to no.

This arrangement really worked, and the Stuarts rushed to charge as soon as they got into formation, and waited until the last twenty yards were left——

"Brothers, give it to me!" Li Cha kicked the fastest heavy swordsman flying upside down, his body folded into an abnormal arc.

Behind him, more barbarians and centaurs were as nimble as leopards and as swift as tigers, brandishing their weapons like galloping horses, all of them rushing forward. The orderly shouts converged into a rolling thunder in midair: "Kill!"