On the north road of Tyniec County, about thirty four-wheeled carriages rolled through the mud, and the hooves of dozens of horses roared.
Hunt, the commander of the Welsh Legion, was wearing iron-black plate chain mail, carrying a stainless steel knight's sword at his waist, and under him was a fat black war horse with a strong body and slim lines. The armor was shaking up and down as the horse panted and galloped. ;
Behind Art, the trainee knight Ron, the commander of the Guards Corps, also wore a long coat of mail and half plate armor and led seven mounted guards (some of whom were transferred to the task force) closely following Art's horse;
Behind the military law guard were the 1st company Weitz's 3rd standard and Bangada's 4th standard, the 2nd company Tredok's 2nd standard, Andrew's 3rd standard and Pattese's 4th standard, which were divided into more than 30 carriages. Colin's 1st company and 2nd standard team, Claus's heavy infantry team and Jason's crossbow team were all left at Wincheston Manor to defend against possible changes. Spencer's baggage train was rushing to load military supplies and would later catch up with the regiment.
Tyniec County has been without war for many years. The county garrison (county soldiers) is less than 200, and the total number of standing soldiers in the entire county is less than 400 (excluding the peasant soldiers who are subject to recruitment). But now Art can mobilize 400 to 500 people at once. I wonder what Viscount Pierre, who is watching the excitement in the county, will think.
But Art didn't have the energy to think about this. He only knew that Odo and Angus must be facing huge battlefield pressure at this moment. With three hundred Western troops and more than a hundred heavy escorts, Odo and Angus might not be able to sustain it for how long under the attack from these people.
At the last short distance, Art felt that the carriage was moving at an increasing speed. There was nothing that could be done about it. From the time he received the urgent military order to gear up and set off in the middle of the night until the sun was setting, the army had only taken two short breaks. It didn't matter if people were riding in carriages, but the horses pulling the carriages were almost exhausted, and there were already several carriages left behind along the way.
Hence, he no longer cares about the horses. Art turned his head and yelled at Ron: "Get the order and speed up!"
Hon raised the reins of the running horse to one side and went around to the back to give the order to speed up...
When At led hundreds of legion infantrymen in chariots to the battlefield, the battle was already over.
A battlefield of one or two hundred people fought fiercely with five or six hundred people fighting fiercely. Art looked at the wailing wounded soldiers and the corpses that had dried blood on the ground, and his pain and regret were beyond words.
The two first standard regiments of the Welsh Legion are the elite of the Art infantry, and they are also the standard regiments with the largest proportion of veterans. They are the most combat-effective swords of the Welsh Legion.
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Matt was silent for a long time. He deplored the elites who died in the battle, but he could not blame Odo for his command error. "Get up, treat the wounded quickly, and recover every one you can."
Otto choked up after hearing the words, and stood up to organize the rescue.
Seeing Odo leave, Ron, who was in charge of interrogating the prisoners of war, walked up to Art and said softly: "Sir, Master Odo cannot be entirely blamed for the heavy battle losses. The people who stayed behind are almost all officers above the squadron captain of the Western Army and their own soldiers. They are the elite of the elite of the Western Army."
At was shocked when he heard this, "What? Let all the officers go to the rear? How is this possible?"
If we look at the number of corpses of the Western Army on the ground, basically about two-thirds of the officers of the Western Army fell here.
"Yes, sir, half of these forty corpses belong to Western Army officers. Viscount Sauron, the commander of the Western Army, personally led them to cover the rear." Ron had to reply with certainty.
"Where is Sauron? Have you found his body?" Art's regret turned into joy. He exchanged ordinary soldiers for an equal number of officers, and such battle losses would be valuable.
"Solon and five or six Western Army officers escaped, and the sergeant major led the cavalry to pursue them."
Before Ron could finish his words, Angus, who had returned from his horse, rushed to Art.
"Sir!" Angus pulled the reins and stopped in front of Art.
"Sergeant major, how is the battle going?"
“Most of the Western Army has already joined the baggage train from the north. There was originally a team preparing to go south to rescue the enemy troops in the rear. However, after Sauron fled back, they fled north again. Now they have formed an emergency defense formation three miles north of here. Including the army escorting the baggage, their number of soldiers is about 320, and another There are also about 140 laborers who were recruited with the army. "
Matt pondered for a moment, raised his head and told Ron: "Send the order, Odo will lead two battle-damaged flag teams to defend and treat the wounded on the spot, and coordinate the follow-up baggage teams to prepare for camp. The rest of the Wells Army will immediately follow me to attack the Western Army."
On the newly filled North-South Highway in the north, the soldiers of the Western Army who merged with the baggage train were like hungry animals, grabbing anything they could put into their mouths and biting and chewing desperately, regardless of whether their stomachs, which had been empty for several days, could survive. Adapted to the raw meat in their hands, regardless of whether the rough shelled wheat grains would cut their throats, these soldiers had lost their minds. The laborers escorting the baggage could only stare blankly at these Western soldiers looting the baggage like hungry ghosts.
In the center of the camp, the commander of the Western Army, Viscount Sauron, walked into a makeshift tent with the support of his adjutant Albon. His leg was severely slashed by a sharp blade, and a crack was opened in his leg armor. The white flesh of his calf was turned out, and his boots were filled with blood.
"Sir~Others~" Albon asked weakly.
“There are just a few of us.” Sauron closed his eyes and his facial muscles twitched violently. He didn’t know whether it was the pain in his leg or the pain in his heart.
Albon was silent. He didn't know how to evaluate whether Viscount Sauron's decision to force the officers to rear was correct. If there were no elite officers to rear, the Western Army might still be fighting or even be annihilated by most of the enemy troops that came up; but could an army with most of its elite officers killed in the battle still be able to fight?
Sauron no longer cared to think about this. He opened his eyes and forced out a fairly kind expression. He said to the leading Baron, the commander of Bernard's personal soldiers who was responsible for escorting the labor baggage south, and said in a flattering manner: "Baron Allen, the Western Army has lost too much combat power these days. It will take at least half a day to recover. I can only ask you to temporarily take charge of the defense of the camp with the earl's elite soldiers. Most of the enemy troops may catch up at any time."
The leading baron named Allen's face turned pale with coldness. He hated this hard job. Since passing south of Lucese, the baggage train he led had been harassed every day, and every step he took would step into an unpreventable trap. The Western Army was defeated again and again. Those Western Army officers who claimed to be elite were actually killed by the stupid commander in front of him. This was not the battle situation he expected, let alone the war he had in mind.
"Viscount Sauron, I have delivered the baggage and labor to you in accordance with the count's order. I will be responsible for today's defense, but the count's soldiers will return north early tomorrow morning." Allen's tone was unusually cold.
Sauron originally wanted to persuade the earl's soldiers to stay and fight together. After all, these people were well-armed and extremely powerful. But it seemed like Allen didn't want to stay here any longer.
Att will not let the Western Army breathe. At this moment, the Western Army is exhausted, but the rest of the Welsh Army who arrived in carriages still have plenty of physical strength.
Three miles, and the five Welsh standard troops who got off the car and walked will arrive in an instant.
When Sauron heard that the enemy was incoming, he was still surprised why the enemy who had been chasing for a long night and day did not repair it. More than 300 armored and sharp infantrymen of the Welsh Legion had broken through the peripheral defense line hastily formed by dozens of Earl's soldiers, surrounded the Western Army camp from three sides and attacked fiercely.
The Western soldiers who had just rounded up their bellies could not wave their swords at all. At this time, without the command of their officers, they scattered one after another or knelt down and surrendered.
When the flocks of sheep that have eaten enough green grass are chased by a pack of wolves, in addition to those who are strangled to death, most of them trample each other to death in the chaos.
Looking at the Western troops fleeing in all directions in the camp, Viscount Sauron could only be dragged onto his horse by his adjutant Alban and his soldiers and followed the hundreds of fleeing soldiers to the north...
An inexplicable war came to an end on an evening with the setting sun in mid-April.
The sudden war in the southern border counties of Burgundy lasted less than ten days, but by the time the incident reached the court of Besançon, it had already turned into a shocking wave. The heresy incident of the Dean family had just subsided slightly, and the relationship between the two major forces When the struggle first began to ease, both sides of the war dispatched nearly a thousand troops to fight, and the most important thing was that it actually happened in the territory directly under the Marquis of Ivrea. This made the ruler of the country who was still on the sickbed furious.
Under the malicious exaggeration of Count Baldwin, Ivrea regarded the unauthorized deployment of the Western Army to attack Tyniec County as the biggest challenge to his ruling authority.
"Those people have already impatiently begun to devour my territory and cannibalize my people before I am dead." This is Ivrea's final definition of this matter.
On the day that Baldwin left the Marquis's bedside with dozens of escorts, the First Regiment of the Palace Guards declared war readiness.
Bernard panicked. He originally wanted the Western Army to quietly enter Tynets County and take back the Winchester Manor, and suppress the arrogance of Art and his army. In the end, not only did he fail to regain the "lost ground", but he lost all the elite Western Army, and was severely punished by his opponent.
The most important thing is that Ivrea has put him on the opposite side. Bernard does not think that an old man who is about to die can be much of a threat, but it will be troublesome once Ivrea issues some orders in the name of the ruler of the country before his death.
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At is both a participant and a bystander in this struggle, but his gains are also huge.
There is no need to talk about the profits and losses on the battlefield itself.
The second week after the war ended, with the efforts of Count Baldwin, the southwest farm and Lane Manor in Tynets County successfully became the fiefdom of the frontier baron Art.
As for the Wincheston Manor, it is estimated that no one will claim its territorial ownership.