Chapter 115 Dilemma
The attendant put on armor for Derek and brought a warhorse.
All kinds of fire preparations have been made in Yanle City.
Even if the enemy attacks from behind, there are not too many negative emotions in the army.
Victory is addictive and can also shape the spirit.
The arrogance of a victorious army is incomprehensible to ordinary armies.
Besides, Yanle City has been broken, otherwise it would be the end if it was attacked from both sides.
Now it is just facing the enemy in advance and having a field battle.
"The barbarians want me dead, and there are people in the kingdom who want me dead, but they probably underestimated me and the warriors of Augusta." Derek was still able to laugh at this time, and he was still talking to the officers on his left and right: "Follow me to defeat the enemy today and let them know that Augusta cannot be fought."
Seeing the coach so calm, the officers were a little impatient, but now they have regained a good mentality.
"Fuck him." Simon roared, I have killed too many barbarians, if you have the ability, take my head.
Which of the officers who followed Derek in the early days had not personally killed the barbarians?
The barbarians were burned by a fire and fled in a panic. Tens of thousands of troops were frightened by two thousand people and dared not leave the camp. Even in the Saint Mile Province, they directly captured the barbarian officers. In which case did the other side win a little bit?
What is there to be afraid of a group of lowly barbarians?
The officers clamored and seemed to want to rush out immediately.
Derek turned on his horse and pulled down his armor. Only then did he regain his seriousness.
"Set fire!"
The torches flew everywhere, and a fire broke out in Yanle City.
Augusta's army stepped on the tail of the flames and evacuated calmly.
When Harlot saw the fire, Augusta's knights were very close to him.
The scouts on the front line had already started fighting. The barbarian scouts who thought they were tough and brave met the most powerful opponent in their lives.
The Augusta scouts, wearing exquisite leather armor and riding excellent war horses, were like the death god in the dark night.
A team of barbarian scouts were patrolling the periphery, and the sound of horse hooves caught their attention.
In the dark night, they saw the cavalry scouts of the Rockman.
"Rock dog! Be careful!"
The barbarian scouts lay on the horses very skillfully. They were all warriors carefully selected from various tribes, and they thought they were not inferior to anyone.
They knew the reputation of the Rockman, and it was just the right time to compete.
There were even two good archers who had bent their bows and arrows, ready to shoot.
However, from a distance, they saw the Rock cavalry on the opposite side pull out a small thing from the side of the warhorse and hold it horizontally towards themselves.
The machine-expanded bullet sounded. This was the latest five-shot crossbow, with a steel structure, wood auxiliary, and high-quality beef tendons as the bowstring. It was very powerful and even had a sight.
Although the five arrows were sometimes stuck and reloading was also troublesome, it was simply a dimensionality reduction strike in this small-scale encounter.
Whoosh!
Ten people fired at the same time, which was no less than a small rain of arrows.
The barbarian archer was shot into a sieve before he could let go.
The few barbarian scouts behind him escaped. They had never encountered Rockman's weapons.
Some of them watched their companions fall off their horses, and they had not yet reacted to what happened.
However, Rockman had already killed them, so they could only face the enemy in chaos.
After a melee, the Augusta scout paid a small price and wiped out this group of barbarians.
After cutting off the head and tying the living horse to a place, the scout captain spit on the barbarian's body.
"A bunch of barbarians," he opened the crossbow quiver again, pressed the crossbow arrows in one by one, checked a few times to see if there was any jam, and hung it carefully: "It's really a good thing, but it's a little troublesome to maintain."
However, on the battlefield, this is a good thing that can defeat the enemy, and trouble is troublesome.
Compared with the crossbow that shoots one arrow at a time, this five-link crossbow is more cumbersome to manufacture, and maintenance and failures are very troublesome.
However, compared with the effect, these shortcomings can be tolerated.
Next, they need to fight the next battle and try to cover the battlefield.
When Harlot saw the scout with seven or eight arrows stuck in his back lying in front of him, the cavalry of the Augusta family had already approached.
Although Harlot is a relative, which barbarian general is not a relative?
In terms of ability, he is definitely not bad.
Seeing the miserable appearance of the scout, he instantly realized the danger.
The scout is the eyes of the commander. If the eyes are covered, the consequences are very serious.
The one who appeared in front of him was definitely not the first scout to die.
The current situation may be very bad, and what is worse is the unknown situation.
"The guards send people to attack and find out the surrounding situation."
Harlot just shouted out and felt the ground shaking.
The barbarian cavalry who were resting knew what happened without urging.
For a while, the war horses roared, and the cavalry mounted their horses one after another, ready to meet the upcoming enemy.
The situation is worse than expected.
Harold's forehead began to sweat. He had never encountered such a dangerous situation before.
"Don't panic, don't be nervous. The number of Rockmen will not be more than ours. Form a team... We can win."
The whistling iron hooves broke his fantasy.
The cavalry, which was hastily organized, collapsed at the first blow.
It is difficult to command effectively in the dark. It all depends on the quality and fighting will of the grassroots officers on both sides.
Obviously, the barbarians were completely defeated.
Harold was like being swept away by a flood, totally unaware of what to do.
None of his orders could be executed in a timely and effective manner.
At this point, it had nothing to do with the individual's command level, and even God could not save the situation.
Fortunately, Rockman had no intention of entangled with him, and he rushed past after defeating the cavalry.
By dawn, he could at least gather 30% to 40% of his troops, and with a few more days, he could even gather 70% to 80% of his troops again.
The actual casualties might be only 10% to 20%.
However, the defeat was like a landslide, and the general situation was so overwhelming that a person could not control himself.
The same was true for Harold.
Fortunately, Derek's target was not a small figure like him.
The barbarian army in front was the real threat.
Harold's defeat was so fast that he could not notify the army in the rear.
However, Duke Wilson learned his lesson and had already made plans for the worst.
When Derek took a short rest, he was greeted by a tight military formation that had already been set up.
In this narrow Yanle Mountain corridor, there is no option for the army to take a detour.
In front of them is the barbarian army.
In the back is the barbarian castle.
Although Yanle City and nearby castles have been destroyed, it only takes a few days for the barbarian reinforcements to arrive.
Even the defeated barbarian cavalry can regroup.
Attacking from both sides, the number gap is still ten times, and they will definitely be defeated.
