Chapter 762 Ambush on all sides
"Damn bastard!"
Seeing the guy holding a battle ax charging toward him again, the mercenary company captain hurriedly got up from the ground and couldn't help but curse.
Him was deeply impressed by the face of the guy in front of him. It was this guy who led the cavalry and beat the forward of the mercenary legion into disgrace. At this time, the captain of the mercenary company, who was also the cavalry commander, was not intimidated by the strong man in front of him. On the contrary, he held the extremely sharp scimitar in one hand and opened his arms without any fear.
In the blink of an eye, the cavalryman raised his battle ax and grabbed it in mid-air, using the inertia to slash at the head of the mercenary company captain~
When the tomahawk was only an arm's length away from the mercenary company captain, this guy with excellent combat skills nimbly dodged and skillfully avoided the tomahawk that could claim his life. Immediately, he waved the scimitar in his hand and struck at the cavalry's waist!
Suddenly, the tomahawk in the opponent's hand rotated around his wrist and then stretched out to his waist to block, making a harsh metal collision sound.
h almost knocked the scimitar from the hand of the mercenary company captain.
Seeing that the attack was not going well, the mercenary company captain glanced at the strong man on the horse, then bent down and stabbed the horse's front leg sharply. As the war horse neighed, the cavalryman on the horse fell back and fell heavily to the ground.
The captain of the mercenary company looked at the cavalryman who had fallen off his horse, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and rushed towards him with a single arrow step~
"Lord Angus, be careful!"
The moment Angus, who was half lying on the ground, heard the warning from his cavalry, the captain of the mercenary company had already rushed to him. Before he had time to think, Angus grabbed the dirt from the ground and threw it at the guy. The captain of the mercenary company hurriedly raised his cuffs to block it in front of him, but the opponent's sudden kick caused him to roll and fall to the ground. He would never have imagined that the guy he was fighting would be so despicable.
Before he could get up, Angus once again angrily picked up his battle ax and walked towards him, beep~doo~^
The sound of a horn from the wheat field to the east interrupted Angus's plan, which was a signal to encounter enemy cavalry.
Angus gritted his teeth and glanced at the mercenary company captain lying on the ground, clutching his chest, feeling unwilling to do so. Even so, as the commander of this army, he must be responsible for everyone.
Hence, Angus made a decisive decision and immediately ordered, "The fast cavalry will cover, and the infantry and crossbowmen will retreat first~"
Hence, as soon as he finished speaking, a mercenary rushed towards Angus on horseback. At this critical moment, Angus threw the battle ax in his hand and chopped the mercenary off his horse. Then he pulled out the battle ax stuck in the mercenary's chest, jumped onto his horse, and began to retreat under the cover of his own soldiers.
At the same time, all the soldiers of the Welsh Legion who heard the order began to retreat in an orderly manner in accordance with the prior deployment."
Seeing that the opponent began to retreat, the mercenary company captain followed and stood up, thankful that he had saved his life. When he looked at the orderly retreat of the northern cavalry with a puzzled look on his face, the surprise attack force that had already appeared in his field of vision was quickly rushing towards the enemy's back.
Seeing that the opponent's power was gone, the mercenary company captain shouted excitedly: "Guys, they can't run away, kill them!"
The mercenaries who thought they had the upper hand once again burst into bravery and rushed towards the enemy desperately. The mercenary company captain took the reins handed over by his men, got on his horse, and charged forward with a roar. He secretly swore in his heart that he would kill the big man who almost killed him with his own hands. When the cavalry of the Mercenary Legion chased the troops of the Wells Legion all the way north, most of the troops behind them also arrived.
Gray Wolf, the mercenary leader who was walking in the middle of the team, glanced at the intermittent fighting and escaping of two waves of men not far away, and immediately ordered the men and horses of the Radiation Heavy Brigade to pick up the injured soldiers and speed up to the battlefield that was already in sight.
He knows very well that time is everything. Whoever occupies a favorable position on the battlefield first will tilt the balance of victory to that side.
However, the desire for victory has blinded him time and time again. As everyone knows, thousands of eyes hidden behind the ridgeline not far away are staring motionlessly at the goats that have been sent into the tiger's mouth·
".—Quick, don't let them escape!"
After pursuing for a distance, the Welsh Legion cavalry was "dragned" by the infantry, and everyone stopped and stood still.
He was forced to fight with the tails falling behind him. Seeing that he had bitten the northerner's tail, the mercenary company captain was extremely excited and began to order his cavalry to rush forward, trying to tear the opponent's throat into pieces.
For him, as far as the current situation is concerned, this is as simple as a cat catching a mouse.
Because during the pursuit, the fleeing infantrymen kept discarding their armor and weapons, and were so frightened by the pursuers behind them that they had no will to resist. Even with cavalry cover, with a two-to-one ratio of troops, the mercenaries far outnumbered the other side.
Not only that, some people in the opponent's cavalry team have already taken advantage of the chaos and left the team, completely ignoring the lives of their companions. It won't be long before the outpost troops sent by the northerners will be killed by these brave and skilled cavalry.
Just as the mercenaries rushed forward excitedly, brandishing their swords, a dense rain of arrows suddenly struck~
"Raise your shield!" Among the crowd, a mercenary who had just saved his life from the enemy's arrows a moment ago suddenly shouted.
Immediately afterwards, the other mercenaries raised their shields in front of their chests. For a moment, the arrows stuck on the shields made bursts of sound, so that no one dared to show their heads rashly. On the other side, while the pursuing cavalry was suppressed by the archers, Angus quickly ordered the light armored infantry to hand over the spears to the cavalry,
and then quickly retreated. He led his men to stand in front of the formation with spears, forming an insurmountable "spear formation" to cover the retreat of the light armored infantry.
Angus glanced at the light armored infantry who had walked away, turned to Jafar behind him and said: "Jafar, you first take some of the troops five hundred steps to the rear and use the same formation as a cover. When I lead the men to retreat, block this place." A group of mercenaries are trying to buy time for the light armored infantry to retreat.”
Angus naturally understood Jafar's good intentions, but he still refused. Seeing the critical situation, Angus said loudly: "Listen to me, go quickly! Meet us from behind~"
The helpless Jafar had no choice but to obey Angus's order, and led half of the cavalry to run behind him with spears. "Quick, don't let them escape!" The captain of the mercenary company pushed away the shield in front of him, looked at the enemy who started to retreat again, and frantically urged his cavalry to start attacking.
"Kill!"
After shouting kill, more than a hundred cavalry rushed forward one after another "..-Master, they are coming!"
Behind the ridgeline on the east side of the ambush battlefield, the guard Ron lowered his body and ran towards Art who was lying on the dry grass, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Matt's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, just in time to meet Ron's eyes standing in front of him. Rubbing his tired eyes, Art stood up slowly and asked, "Where are they?"
"Come back to me, sir, they are less than a mile away from here!"
At looked up at the scorching sun that was still high in the sky, and said without thinking: "It's faster than I expected~ Give me the order,
Everyone Be prepared, and when they enter the encirclement, take the waving flag on the top of the mountain as a signal, and everyone rush down immediately!"
"Yes, sir!"
After Ron left, Art walked up the gentle slope. At this time, looking from his position, on the commercial road less than half a mile away, two cavalry groups of more than a hundred people, one in front and one behind, separated again after a brief confrontation.
The party with the larger number always clung to the fleeing opponent in front, but was never able to break through the defense line of the cavalry in front. Whenever they thought their plan was about to succeed, there would always be an infantry group in heavy armor stepping forward to rescue the fleeing cavalry. The two cooperated with each other, causing the chasing cavalry to lose many men each time.
Less than half a mile behind the fighting cavalry, the mercenary legion of more than 3,000 people approached the battlefield they had prepared step by step with neat steps.
· Viewed from a high place, the mercenary team marched in a uniform and menacing manner, looking just like a regular palace army.
Matt lowered his body, half-knelt on the ground, then raised his hand and placed it on his eyebrow, and began to observe the mercenary team carefully.
"My lord, looking at the orderly formation of this mercenary group, it is enough to judge that they are by no means just ordinary people." Looking at the mighty army at the foot of the mountain, Father Robert, who was half-crouching next to Art, couldn't help but sigh. In his eyes, this was simply another version of the Welsh Legion. The two have striking similarities in temperament and military discipline.
Matt turned back to look at Robert, and replied with a serious expression, "I agree with you. This overseas mercenary is indeed very different from the ones we fought in Santia City. Generally speaking, the combat effectiveness of an army can often be seen from the discipline of the team~"
Matt turned around again after saying this.
At this time, the two chasing cavalry teams had appeared at the foot of the mountain and were rushing north at high speed. The dust kicked up behind them flew everywhere and never dispersed for a long time.
Seeing that Angus and Jafar, who were headed by him, were safe and sound, Art raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
When the two cavalrymen disappeared at the corner on the other side of the commercial road, Art turned back and looked to the south. At this time, the mercenary army of thousands of people was stepping into this battlefield that was already surrounded by enemies.
Matt looked around and nodded slightly to the captains of several legion main battle companies. In the blink of an eye, several people turned around and left in tacit agreement, rushing towards the direction of their respective companies.