When Count Randy, commander of the Swabian army, rushed back to Wallonburg with a hundred Swabian cavalry and saw the Burgundian cavalry looking at each other half a mile away, he knew that the Wallonburg garrison camp had fallen.
The adjutant of the Swabian army kicked his horse forward and asked, "My lord, what should I do? Do you want to wait until all the troops behind you have arrived to recapture the garrison camp?"
Randy knew that the chance of attacking Wallenberg was very slim in this situation. He had to think for a while and said, "Send someone to the army behind. The team sent an order, except for the Hoffmann Corps (Landy's elite private soldiers, 300 people) and the cavalry, all the other troops should immediately return to the three castles of Genet, Mediere and Capulediere. You go and distribute the troops and deploy more elites to Geneborg. Geneborg has just occupied the fort and has not had time to repair it. I am worried that the enemy will take the opportunity to attack Genet."
“Yes, Your Majesty, Count!” the adjutant responded.
"The Wallenberg garrison camp?" the adjutant still asked. After all, the Walloonborg garrison camp is where Randy's central army is located. If it is abandoned like this, I am afraid it will be criticized by the Swabian court.
Randy's heart trembled, but his face remained calm, "I definitely can't take back the garrison camp, but I have to take people there."
Wallon Castle can only garrison less than 300 people, and the enemy's infantry regiment plus the original defenders of Walloon Castle far exceed 300, so Randy expected that they were still forming a formation outside the city to meet the enemy, and he wanted to see how the enemy was preparing to fight.
Landy led his count's guard and Swabian cavalry towards the opposing Burgundian cavalry...
Opposite the Swabian charging cavalry, Lusignan, Reyek, and Jafar stood on horseback. The horses under them snorted and kicked their front hooves. The half-body plate armor and plate chain armor on their bodies emitted a dark gray metallic light under the refraction of the sun. Lusignan held a mace in his hand, Jafar carried a riding bow, and Reyek, a knight, raised a lance vertically.
The two dozen cavalrymen behind the three were almost equally equipped. Each of them had at least one set of chainmail and long and short weapons. Elite cavalry officers such as Red also wore a half-body plate armor made by a weapons workshop.
"Sir Reyek, you lead the first and second squads to face the enemy head-on, dragging their forward."
"Jafar, you lead the third squad to attack on the right wing."
"I will lead the fourth squad to attack from the left wing."
"Most of them are heavy cavalry and we will certainly suffer losses in a head-on encounter, but their horses cannot outrun us, so we circle around them to slow down the enemy's cavalry to buy the sergeant major time to prepare for the battle."
After Lusignan deployed, he kicked the horse's belly hard and led the six or seven light armored cavalry of Red's Fourth Banner to run towards the left wing of the charging Swabian heavy cavalry.
Needless to say, the strength of the battle between light cavalry and heavy cavalry, but light cavalry has the flexibility to move on the battlefield that heavy cavalry does not have. The cavalry led by Lusignan seized the only advantage to fight with the Swabian heavy cavalry. They shot a few arrows or threw a few spears from a dozen steps away, and then pulled their horses and ran away when the Swabians turned their reins.
The purpose of the Swabians was Wallenberg, and they did not want to get entangled with this enemy cavalry that was obviously blocking their progress, so after driving away the sideways enemy, they began to return to the main group.
However, from time to time, people were picked out to harass, and occasionally one or two heavy cavalry were injured. The speed of the Swabians charging into the battle was still greatly affected. By the time Count Randy led a hundred cavalry to the Swabian garrison camp outside Wallonburg, the huge camp was already filled with fireworks. Dozens of military tents, more than a dozen large and small siege equipment, and more than 20 piles of hay for feeding horses and livestock in the corner of the military camp turned into flames.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity, these are all good things, it makes me feel bad when they burn!" At the east gate of the wall of Wallonburg, Weitz kept sighing. The thick smoke and fire from the east had enveloped the entire camp, and the high-quality military tents and a large amount of military supplies were burned to the ground.
Klaus, the captain of the heavy armored infantry team standing next to Weitz, was secretly relieved. These Swabians like to burn villages the most, and now it is their turn to be burned. It feels really good, "The things that are burned are all Swabian things. They don't feel much distress. Why do you feel bad?"
Weitz turned around and glanced at this well-dressed man. The strong man in armor said angrily: "Of course you bastard doesn't feel bad. You heavy armored infantry eat the best food, wear the thickest armor, use the most sophisticated weapons, and live in the warmest tents. Look at our infantry flag team. In order to squeeze out some tents for the prisoners, a squadron of more than a dozen people are crowded into a tent. It is getting colder and colder, and there is not enough blankets."
Klaus smashed his mouth and glanced at the thick smoke to the east. "As you said, I really shouldn't burn them all, but there is no time to transport them away. Look how fast the Swabians are returning reinforcements."
< br/> "The Swabians have gone to the north wall. You guard the east wall. I will mobilize the defenders' crossbowmen to guard the north wall." Weitz patted Klaus on the shoulder and walked down the wall to mobilize the defenders' crossbowmen to defend the north wall.
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"What do those Burgundian bastards want to do?"
More than two hundred paces east of Wallenberg City, the Swabian cavalry stopped moving forward. They were frightened by the military formation surrounded by carriages under the east wall. They had never seen such a strange-looking carriage.
"Your Majesty, Earl, I will lead some people to attack and see what conspiracy the enemy is up to." The knight next to Randy said that he was about to lead people to touch the strange car formation.
"Stop! Haven't you been fooled enough by the enemy?" Randy stopped the knight beside him from the impulse, because he had already seen the triangles on the side panels of the carriages, and his instinct told him that there must be murder weapons behind those holes.
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"That Burgundian bastard is too despicable. We have already fought against them as scheduled. They stepped into traps and holes on the battlefield, and even took the opportunity to sneak attack on our rear camp. Now they are hiding under the city and deliberately provoking. What kind of noble is this? Where is the honor of the knight?" The knight was already furious.
Randy raised his head and glanced at the garrison camp that had turned to ashes, "There is only life and death on the battlefield, there is no conspiracy. If you lose, it is a conspiracy, and if you win, it is a conspiracy. But such people will always be punished by God!"
Knight After taking a look at the car formation, he knew that even the heavy cavalry would have difficulty breaking through, and even if they broke through, it would be meaningless. "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"
Randy sighed, "I have to deal with the censure of the palace again."