Chapter 763 The Devil Descends the Mountain
In the blink of an eye, the two cavalry teams have passed through the narrow plain area at the foot of the mountain.
The captain of the mercenary company who was riding in front did not even realize that he had fallen into the enemy's trap step by step. He just blindly led his cavalrymen to bite their opponents tightly, vowing to chop off the heads of those Yankees to satisfy their hatred.
".—? Hurry, they are in front, we must not let them escape. Kill one enemy and get a silver coin!" The captain of the mercenary company began to use shiny money to encourage his soldiers.
As expected, money can make the world go round. After hearing the order, several confidant officers following the captain of the mercenary company kicked the horse's belly violently, and rushed out like sharp arrows that were taken off their strings. When the other soldiers saw this, they followed suit——
Angus, who was galloping on horseback, turned back to glance at the mercenaries who were following him not far away, and then looked up at the ridgeline not far away. At this time, his hanging heart finally fell.
After a while, the more than two hundred cavalrymen who were in hot pursuit left the ambush battlefield one after another and came towards the direction of Angus and others.
Seeing that the time was right, Angus decisively ordered, "Quick, everyone go to the hill over there and take these bastards to the foot of the hill over there. It's time to take care of these guys!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Angus turned his horse's head and galloped away towards the hills to the west. After a while, the pursuers behind the group continued to follow without any hesitation.
But not long after, the fleeing cavalry in front suddenly divided into three groups, running in different directions. "—Stop! Everyone, stop!" The mercenary company captain raised his right hand, signaling everyone to stop the pursuit.
Ignoring the enemy cavalry that had gradually retreated into the hills, the mercenary company captain glanced at the surrounding terrain and felt that something was wrong. The surrounding hills stood tall, making more than two hundred cavalrymen feel like they were in a cage surrounded by hills.
When the last enemy cavalry disappeared on the ridgeline, the mercenary company captain reacted and hurriedly shouted, "Quick,
Retreat! Retreat!"
The cavalrymen who didn't know what they were doing looked at each other and were quite puzzled by the commander's order. At this time, some of the cavalrymen in the crowd began to feel a little uneasy, and the horses beneath them seemed to smell the danger lurking around them.
"Quick, get out of here! We've fallen into a trap!" The captain of the mercenary company hurriedly turned the reins and tried to walk back. The war horse beneath him snorted and neighed softly.
Just as the rest of the troops began to walk back, enemy infantry suddenly appeared behind the cavalry, holding spears and shields and emerging from the back of the hill. They quickly blocked the only exit here.
At almost the same time, flags of various colors fluttering in the wind appeared on the top of the mountain. Immediately afterwards, the soldiers of the Wells Legion Reserve Corps who were ambushing here jumped up, like ghosts that came and went without a trace.
Looking at the dense ambush around him, the captain of the mercenary company who was deeply surrounded took a breath of cold air. He knew very well in his heart that only by rushing out towards the retreat route, the hundreds of cavalrymen under his command would have a chance to survive.
The captain of the mercenary company slowly raised the scimitar in his hand and winked at the adjutants on his left and right. Suddenly, several people whipped their horses and rushed towards the only escape exit in front of them. "Kill me!"
It was early spring, and the small and narrow plains on both sides of the commercial road were still withered and yellow, and the hills shrouded in the scorching sun looked desolate everywhere, without a trace of life.
Woo wow~
Suddenly, the silence of the battlefield was broken by a crow flying overhead, which was particularly harsh.
As the leader of this legion of thousands of people, Gray Wolf caressed the frightened horse, then raised his hand and raised his eyebrows, carefully looking at all the suspicious things around him.
However, there was not much time left for him.
After a while, seeing that there was nothing suspicious around him, Gray Wolf turned around and immediately ordered Glen, the deputy commander of the legion beside him, "Seize the time to deploy the battlefield, and be sure to arrange everything before the northerners arrive."
"Yes, Lord Commander of the legion!"
Glenn immediately called together the officers of the legion's company captain level and above, and began to assign tasks according to their respective prior arrangements.
After a while, the mercenaries who had been marching for several hours and had no time to catch their breath, were led by their respective company captains and walked towards their respective battlefields - "Commander!" Looking at the various units of the legion that had already moved, Gray Wolf remembered the chasing cavalry that had long since disappeared without a trace.
"What are your orders, Lord Commander of the Legion?"
"Quick, you immediately lead a few men to catch up with the cavalry in front and order them to withdraw immediately. The army is already in position, and their mission is completed."
"Yes, Master of the Legion!" After that, the messenger led a few men and chased north along the commercial road"
The gray wolf glanced at the north, then turned the reins and ran quickly towards the nearby hillside~
At this time, on the high ridgeline, a pair of sharp eyes as sharp as the year of an eagle were staring at him. "Listen all, take the waving of the flag on the east mountain top as a signal. When the flag is raised, everyone rushes down to surround the group of bastards, and no one is allowed to let go. If they dare to resist, kill them on the spot!"
The back of the southernmost hill on the east hill is the ambush site for the captain of the first company. Company captain Colin bent down, took small steps from north to south, and whispered orders to the soldiers lying on the hillside.
Looking at the groups of mercenaries at the foot of the mountain walking towards here, the soldiers of the first company widened their eyes one by one, and they had already locked their targets. For these soldiers, they have always been looking forward to fighting with the mercenaries heading north and using their heads to accumulate their own military exploits.
Perhaps for ordinary soldiers, the clothing and equipment of these mercenaries are different from ordinary mercenaries. But for these battle-hardened legionnaires, this is simply fat on their lips.
When the legion ordered to encircle but not fight, many of them were extremely puzzled. For them, only cutting off the enemy's head can bring military merit and reward. If these guys really give up and lay down their weapons and surrender, these soldiers who rely on crossing the road to lick blood will lose a lot of money.
Hence, almost everyone was thinking silently, hoping that this group of mercenaries would take the initiative to attack, so that the soldiers would have a chance to kill the enemy. After all, there are more than 10,000 people fighting against more than 3,000 people. You can imagine how difficult it would be to harvest a head from the enemy in an ambush.
Based on the ratio of the number of people on both sides to four to one, only one mercenary can be allocated to every four people. The reward obtained from this is too low in cost performance and is obviously not cost-effective.
On another hill not far away, Hans's company was also prepared.
On the back of other hills all the way to the north, the Weitz Company, the Andermatt Fort Company and the Tyniec County Soldiers Company were gearing up, waiting for an order from the Chinese Army.
At this time, Art, as the commander of the legion, was sitting on the hill near the northernmost hill to take command.
Watching the mercenaries at the foot of the mountain begin to rush towards the top of each mountain, Art concentrated his attention and looked south from time to time in the direction of the camp guard regiment responsible for blocking the enemy's south escape route.
Because Yate told Commander Comer of the Palace Guards before he left that once the troops were deployed in place, the flag would be raised as soon as the mercenary regiment entered the ambush position.
Seeing that the mercenaries at the foot of the mountain were approaching the ambush positions of each company step by step, but there was still no movement on the top of the mountain to the south, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Art's palms.
"Damn it! What on earth is this guy Comor doing?" Art clenched his fist tightly and smashed it to the ground.
"Master, look!" Suddenly, Ron pointed at the flag on the top of the mountain in the south and said excitedly.
Hate immediately raised his head and looked to the opposite side, only to see the iris-flowered eagle heraldic flag fluttering in the wind.
It turns out that the dazzling light blurred Art's vision a moment ago, and a dark cloud covered the sky just now, allowing the flag to reveal its true form.
After receiving the signal, Art immediately ordered, "Ron, tell the flag bearers to raise the flag and prepare to attack!"
"Yes, sir!"
After a while, on the hill in the northeast, The blood-eyed howling wolf heraldic flag was waving under the waving of the flag-carrying soldiers. The ambush soldiers who received the attack signal screamed for killing, and rushed towards the foot of the mountain with swords and shields. "Kill!"
The first to rush down were the elite soldiers of Colin's company. More than a hundred people roared and rushed down the steep hillside.
Immediately afterwards, Weitz Company and Hans Company followed.
In the blink of an eye, the rest of the ambush troops were dispatched one after another, slashing at the mercenaries at the foot of the mountain along the hillside, facing a sudden large number of ambush troops. The minds of the mercenaries who thought they could take a short rest after reaching the top of the mountain suddenly went blank. Seeing the group of Yankees rushing towards them like tigers down the mountain, these tough guys were still frightened by the formation in front of them, and even rolled on the ground and ran down the mountain. While giving the order, he grabbed the trumpeter who was whizzing by and shouted at him: "Quick, blow the trumpet, prepare to defend against the enemy!" Unexpectedly, the trumpeter quickly broke away, and the horn hanging around his waist suddenly fell to the ground, and then he desperately followed his companions and fled away.
"Everyone, stop right there~!"
When the captain of the mercenary company was about to give another order, the soldiers behind him pushed him to the ground and ran down the mountain on his back. Immediately afterwards, the second and third soldiers stepped over him one after another and walked away. No one cared who the motionless guy at their feet was. For them, escaping is the top priority now.
As the commander of this mercenary army heading north to defend against the enemy, Gray Wolf could not believe that such a thing would happen to him as he looked at the large number of troops charging towards him.
Soon, he made a decisive decision and planned to retreat with his soldiers. As far as the current situation is concerned, they have no chance of winning at all, and rashly resisting the command will only increase casualties.
"Glenn! Quick, take everyone and retreat south!"
When he screamed desperately for the deputy commander of the legion, Glenn, the deputy commander of the legion, who was also experienced in many battles, was stunned on the spot, his eyes were in a trance, and he kept shaking his head and mumbling, "God, are these people the devils you released from hell?"