Outside the battlefield where arrows were flying, Randy relaxed a little on the gentle slope. Although the traps and pits were still there, at least he knew the location and would not step on them to trigger them again.
"Blow the horn and let the first echelon of infantry charge, and the second echelon will immediately make up for it."
The Swabian attack really began.
The first echelon was composed of nearly two hundred medium-armored infantry. They were wearing half plate armor or pierced mail. They carried shields in their left hands and swords, axes, hammers and spears in their right hands. They charged towards the gap with a magnificent momentum.
The second echelon has a total of 520 people. They are all light infantry wearing cotton armor or leather armor and holding short spears. These people are also the main force of the Swabian army.
Normally speaking, the battle had reached this point and the Swabians should use all their strength. However, Randy never let his soldiers rush towards the gap. In addition to the fact that he was not stupid enough to let 1,400 people pile up in a narrow gap and squeeze each other to death, the more reason was that according to the military situation, the enemy also had an elite infantry regiment of 400 people that never appeared on the battlefield.
Randy has sent people to look around, but there is no trace within a mile. Randy can only guess that the elite infantry are hiding in the dense forests on both sides of the gap and watching eagerly.
Hence, Randy, who acted cautiously, kept half of his troops as emergency backup as much as possible while ensuring the continuity and impact of the attack...
The enemy was still very powerful. Facing six to seven hundred enemy soldiers, Art maintained his final calmness and composure. He stared motionlessly at the Swabians charging diagonally above him, and pulled the reins of his war horse to stabilize his horse's mood.
"Trap in front of the formation, prepare!" Art suddenly said to the row of Deadpools behind him.
Seven or eight dead attendants stood up from a long row. They bent down and picked up the hemp rope placed on the turf in front of them, wound it several times and held it in their hands...
At a place between ten and twenty steps forward of the hooves of Art's horse, this was a place where the Swabians had not set foot so far. This was Art's last resort to remain calm and calm.
Under the turf ten steps away, the thin wooden planks still smelled of fresh wood. Below the wood was a flat tunnel about eight feet deep. There were no spikes, stingers or animal traps in the tunnel. It was smooth and smooth, except for the strong smell of kerosene.
"Crossbow team, prepare rockets!" Art ordered.
The messenger raised the flag of the crossbow unit, and then raised a red flag symbolizing flame.
In the back formation, the crossbow captain Jason and several crossbowmen picked out some special arrows.
The arrow head part is not sharp but an oval hollow frame. The hollow frame is filled with fluffy edelweiss that is very flammable. The edelweiss is soaked in fat-soluble oil and then dried in the sun. The burning substance in the arrow hollow frame has many tiny holes and is divided into several layers. After it is ignited, the airflow will easily blow out the outer flame, but there are always sparks in the inner layer. When the arrow decelerates and the airflow slows down, air is filled into the inner layer. After the arrow stops, it can immediately replenish the air and ignite spontaneously.
Jason placed the special arrowhead on the fire in front of him and ignited it so that the arrowhead would burn. Then he strung his bow and waited for the flag to fall.
The Swabian forward medium infantry had reached sixty steps in front of the formation. The traps and pits in front of them slowed down their charge. Under the cover of the rain of arrows from the Swabian crossbowmen, they took a road without traps and moved quickly with their shields up.
The two hundred enemies in the lead were pressing forward step by step, and were about to reach twenty steps in front of the formation.
Att could clearly hear the heavy breathing of the soldiers in the formation behind him, and Odo beside him also raised his right fist to his ear.
“Pull!” Otto suddenly swung his clenched fist down when he saw that the Swabian forwards charging towards the enemy had already entered the twenty-step line.
The eight front row deadliest soldiers with their hands wrapped in hemp ropes pulled hard on the hemp ropes. The hemp ropes were straightened and stretched, and the turf was lifted up by the ropes, extending to ten steps in front of the formation.
About one hundred and fifty medium-armored infantry have already charged forward twenty steps. As long as they come into contact with the enemy, with their strong armor and sharp blades, they are confident that they can quickly tear apart the Burgundian army and crush them to death.
The shocking charge of the Swabian vanguard soldiers stopped twenty steps in front of the Burgundian army's formation.
When the Swabian raised his sword, the ground about 200 feet wide from twenty to ten steps in front of the formation suddenly collapsed, leaving only a road less than ten feet wide in the middle.
More than 150 people fell to the bottom of the pit instantly, and those who rushed up from behind failed to stop and fell into the pit one after another.
No one was impaled by a picket, only a few unlucky guys fell and sprained their legs or were hit on the head by someone falling from behind.
After a moment of daze, the Swabian soldiers began to climb, but the walls of the tunnel were dug so neatly and smoothly that there was no place for the Swabians to put their hands on.
The Swabian officers who were the first to react began to instruct the soldiers to climb up on their own bodies. One of the soldiers' soles suddenly slipped. He reached out and touched the soil under his buttocks. It was very sticky and dark in color. He took a closer look, and then put his mucus-covered palms to the tip of his nose and sniffed.
"Fire oil? Fire oil!!!" The other side exclaimed.
Before he finished speaking, several black spots appeared in the sky above the tunnel. Along with a piercing roar, the black spots turned into arrows that were nailed into the tunnel.
The Swabian soldier has not yet put down the palm under his nose. He is still staring blankly at the strange fluffy-headed arrow on the ground. The arrow is still emitting green smoke. The smoke is getting bigger and thicker. The flames suddenly rise in the Swabian soldier's wide eyes...
Matt's tight heart relaxed. He picked up the reins to the right and turned around with the horse, "Odo, this fire will still burn for a while. From now on, you will be in charge of the frontal battlefield. It's time for me to go to the two wings." In the fierce fire, the burning bodies of the Swabian people and howling all day long, it turns out that killing can be so cruel, the scorching smell permeates this cruel land...
The Swabian army commander Count Randy's eyes were filled with a raging fire, and the right hand holding the reins was green, "Let the soldiers withdraw!" Randy squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
Three wolf smokes rose from an open space behind the gap. The Swabians were already pinned by the life-devouring flames, and no one paid attention to the three wolf smokes emanating from the enemy's rear formation.
But Lusignan, captain of the cavalry of the Yona Border Guard Corps, who was stationed on a desolate hillside two miles southwest of the battlefield in the dense forest, saw those pillars of smoke. "Jafar, when the smoke starts, report to the sergeant-major immediately!"
A moment later, Lusignan immediately rode to the southwest of the hillside. Hidden in the gentle slopes of the low hills, the 1st Infantry Regiment of the Jonah Border Guard Corps, the heavy armored infantry team, and the cavalry team of more than 500 people rushed towards the Swabian army camp outside Walloon Castle, which was empty of defenses...