Chapter 627 Southern battlefield
".. - God, send them to hell. My poor child, who will save him, save him."
Santia City, outside a smoke-filled stone and wood house next to the northern city wall, a middle-aged woman in shabby clothes knelt down in pain, cursing the Lombard mercenaries who had made a tentative attack on Santia City a moment ago.
The citizens who were passing by and fleeing in a hurry did not stay long beside this woman who had lost her child. They were in a hurry, walking back and forth in the city, hoping to find a safe shelter to survive in this war that had nothing to do with them.
The face of the child lying in the woman's arms had been scorched by the fire that had just been extinguished, and one arm was broken off by a flying boulder, leaving only a few muscles connected.
In the early hours of the morning, the defenders of the Wells Army in Santia City took advantage of the cover of thick fog and sent out cavalry to attack in three groups. While the Lombard mercenaries were sleeping, they set fire to more than ten carts of food and grass, and took advantage of the chaos to burn down several enemy camps. This move once again angered this group of mercenaries who had been highly nervous for the past few days. As soon as the Santia cavalry returned to the city, the mercenaries from outside followed them and started shouting insults outside the city.
The Lombard cavalry, who had planned to take a good night's rest, had to attack the city in advance, but the conquests continued for many days, and the two sides clashed many times, each time ending in the retreat of the Lombard mercenaries. Therefore, at the beginning, the Lombard mercenaries only symbolically threw boulders and dozens of cans of kerosene into the city, smashed several crenellations, and set fire to some residences. The two sides did not engage in close combat.
However, as soon as it got light, the mercenaries outside the city gathered one after another less than 500 steps outside the city of Santia. Dozens of trebuchets were deployed one after another, and the operators were ready. The mercenaries armed with swords, axes and hammers kept banging on their shields, trying to pick off the defenders in the city.
Looking at the dense mercenaries outside the city, Odo, the deputy commander of the Wells Corps standing on the city wall, frowned and stared at the enemy's position not far away with his wide eyes.
"It's time to fight these bastards face to face!"
"That's right," Phoenix on the side responded, "You don't know, Brother Otto, I really want to rush forward and chop off the heads of those bastards right now!" Phoenix's eyes were bright, and his desire to fight on the battlefield was no less than that of any company captain in the Wells Legion.
However, Odo's decision made his wish come true.
"No, Phoenix, you and your company stay in Santia City, and I will transfer two more flag teams from other companies to you to defend the city together."
"What!"
Phoenix couldn't believe his ears. With his ability and military exploits, he is fully qualified to lead troops into battle to kill the enemy.
"Why, Brother Otto? Just because I am the brother-in-law of the legion commander, I am only qualified to defend the city!" Phoenix was extremely emotional.
You must know that this battle is no small matter. If you can kill the enemy on the battlefield and make meritorious service, you can go further. Although he has the support of his father and brother in the palace, Phoenix wants to prove through his own efforts that he did not climb up by stepping on other people's shoulders.
Phoenix's reaction was not surprising to Odo. He turned his head and said seriously: "Among all the company captains, you have the most experience in defending the city. I will lead people out of the city to fight the Lombards, but I hope that when this damn war ends, the city of Santia is still in our hands. Do you understand what I mean, Brother Phoenix?"
Odo patted Phoenix on the shoulder with a serious expression.
"If the city of Santia falls into the hands of the enemy, we will be attacked on three sides!"
Fenix suddenly realized that, even though he was still unwilling to stay in the city, he finally agreed to Odo's request.
"Okay, Brother Otto, I listen to you."
"Okay, go down and get ready. Remember, once we leave the city, close the city gate immediately."
"I understand!"
"One more thing, when the situation is critical, you can use the "iron egg" in your hand to greet those bastards. Remember, the city must be in our hands! "
"Don't worry, I'm waiting for your good news in the city!
In a barracks in the city of Santia, Hans, the captain of the new company who was a prisoner, was wiping his swords with his good brother Berry.
The past few days of battles have left several gaps in Bury's long sword, which was of relatively good quality, and it made him feel distressed for a while. Although this sword was of average quality, it was captured by Buri from the enemy. To him, this sword was of great significance.
Looking at Bury who kept rocking the grindstone back and forth on the gap, Hans put down the long sword in his hand and joked: "Hey,
Brother, don't look like you've run away from your wife. Isn't it just a sword? As for the frowning one? We're going to go out to the city to fight those bastards. Then I will help you get a good knight's sword. "
"Berry glanced at Hans, still rubbing the blade.
"I said, Hans, you said last time that as soon as you become the flag captain, you will give me a good long sword immediately. Where is my sword?"
Bury spread his hands, and the sound of the sword and grindstone hitting the ground startled Hans.
Perhaps feeling unjust, Hans scratched his head and said regretfully: "As you know, my money and rewards have all been used to build a house, and I don't have many Fennies in my pocket now. But don't worry, after this battle, I will definitely give you a stainless steel knight's sword made by the Lombards!"
Looking at Hans's vow, Bury was dubious.
At this moment, the half-open wooden door opened in response.
"Sir Colin, why are you here?"
Bury stood up suddenly, looking excited. As a high-ranking officer of the Wells Regiment with high prestige and considerable combat prowess, Bury had great admiration for the company captain in front of him.
"I just happened to be passing by here and came in to take a look. There is going to be a war with the Lombards soon. How are you preparing? 3
Before Hans could say anything, Bury quickly picked up the long sword on the ground and shouted excitedly: "My sword has been waiting to chop off the heads of those bastards."
Colin took two steps forward and looked at the long sword in Bury's hand. Looking at the five or six large and small gaps that had not yet been smoothed out,
felt a sudden fondness for the brave and fearless guy in front of him.
"Is this your sword?"
"Yes, Sir Colin, no less than ten Lombards have fallen under my sword!" Burry replied proudly.
Colin touched the blade of the sword lightly with his fingers, and the dark blood remaining on it was faintly visible.
"This kind of thing is not worthy of your military exploits." Colin praised.
As soon as Berry, who was already a little conceited, heard this, his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and the unhappiness he felt a moment ago was swept away.
"Well, you go to the weapons depot with me, and I'll ask the guys from the Radiation Corps to equip you with a good sword. There's going to be a battle soon, and you can't use this thing to fight with those bastards. The people of the Wells Legion can't suffer such a disadvantage."
After saying that, Berry followed Colin out of the door, completely ignoring Hans's existence.
"This bastard is so lucky!"
Hans muttered.
Outside the city of Santia, the Lombard mercenaries who had already lined up in formation stared angrily, just waiting for the leader's order.
After several large and small battles, more than 400 mercenaries were killed and more than 700 were lightly or seriously injured. More than half of the casualties were caused by multiple sneak attacks by the Wells Legion. Even with strict precautions, the ghost-like guys were still able to severely injure the mercenaries.
early this morning, a fast horse brought news from the north that disturbed the mercenary leaders - the Burgundy Guards broke through the blockade and formed a confrontation with the cavalry. Your troops must strictly prevent the defenders of Santia City from leaving the city, and must not allow the enemy to join forces from the north to the south.
This is also the reason why the mercenary Chen Bingsang has not launched an attack on Santia City. Once defeated, not only the life and death of these three thousand mercenaries will be uncertain, but the more than a thousand cavalry fighting against the Guards in the north may also become the dead souls under the sword of the Wells Army.
After a heated discussion, the mercenary leaders responsible for the siege of Santia City decided to stand still and fight a war of attrition with the Santia City defenders.
However, the reality is not what they thought.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The defenders of Santia City were dispatched and came out in full force.
The moment they received the battle report, the mercenary leaders panicked. The thing they least wanted to see happened.
The incident happened suddenly and without warning. The leaders in the camp ran out one after another. The sight before them was something they would never forget.
The walls of Santia City's defenders were covered with flags, fluttering in the wind and making a whistling sound. A steady stream of soldiers poured out from the three city gates and lined up outside the city gates. I originally thought that the defenders of the city were just some reckless homeless men carrying long swords, but now what appeared in front of me were mighty warriors with well-equipped equipment and strong physiques. It is not difficult to explain why Santia City could not be attacked for a long time.
Hurry, form a formation to meet the enemy!"
Him The mercenary leader reacted and immediately ordered to change the previous defensive formation into an attack formation. Years of battlefield experience told him that this battle would lead to a narrow escape from death.
The mercenaries who received the order were also panicked when they saw the opponent's posture, and hurriedly changed their formations amidst the scoldings of the commanders.
As an experienced deputy commander of the Wells Corps on the battlefield, how could Odo let go of this golden opportunity.
"Quick! The cavalry rushes straight into the enemy's center, disrupting the opponent's position. The heavy armored infantry cooperates with the spear phalanx to suppress the Lombard cavalry. The crossbowmen follow and are responsible for covering the light armored infantry. The light armored infantry is responsible for the two wings and kill these bastards!"!
Immediately afterwards, the native soldiers behind Odo who were in charge of holding the flag waved the corresponding flags in turn, and all the troops were dispatched one after another, roaring all the way towards the Lombard mercenaries, "Grenadier company!"
Odo drew out the long sword at his waist and roared.
「Here!」
Dozens of grenadiers following Odo answered in unison.
"According to the original plan, attack separately, find the right time, divide and surround the enemy. The key to the victory or defeat of this battle lies with you. After the war is over, I will ask the adults for credit alone. This battle is only about victory, not victory. Defeat, do you understand? "
"Understood!"
Follow me to attack!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Dozens of war horses neighed and galloped out, dragging the chariot and galloping towards the Lombard position.
Phoenix, who was standing on the city wall, watched Odo leave, and then ordered someone to close the city gate.
Looking at the fight between thousands of people in front of him, Phoenix couldn't help but yearn for it.