Chapter 790 Fort Arrechi
Ten thousand soldiers lined up in a marching array were like a long moving dragon, marching slowly on the business road. The long procession was five or six miles apart, and the end could not be seen at a glance.
The heraldic flags of various colors fluttering in the wind were held high by the flag-carrying soldiers, whistling in the hot afternoon air.
The dazzling and hot sunlight above fell on the bright armor of the soldiers, and the reflected golden light was clearly visible miles away. The sound of the collision of armor chains is clear and sweet, and the heavy marching steps are sonorous and powerful. The fusion of the two is like a magnificent medieval ritual music, slowly unveiling this ultimate showdown involving life and death and the alternation of rise and fall.
For hundreds of years, there has not been any historical record of such a large-scale foreign invasion in this land. What is even more incredible is that the invading enemy turned out to be a small and weak country that had been defeated by the Lombards many times.
In this well-organized army, thousands of cavalry are enough to destroy everything in front of them. The bows and arrows behind a large number of crossbowmen can knock hundreds of horses and soldiers to the ground instantly with just one rapid shot. The tall stature of the heavy armored infantry, coupled with the sophisticated armor and children's weapons, is particularly conspicuous in the marching team. The largest number of light armored infantry became the main force in this northward battle due to their flexibility and excellent combat effectiveness.
The heavy troops guarded by elite armored soldiers in the middle of the team followed closely behind the large army with countless supplies of food, grass, supplies and siege equipment. The vendors, camp prostitutes and jugglers who fell at the end of the queue were walking around, thinking about how to make more money while the soldiers were resting.
Horses were gathered in groups of three or five around the team, constantly conveying any suspicious military information back and forth.
There were several scouts every three miles in front of the army, constantly searching for clues of the enemy——
In the evening, the tens of thousands of horses who had been marching for half a day under the scorching sun finally stopped advancing. When the order to stop the march was just issued, the already exhausted soldiers sat down on the spot and took out the dry food they carried with them to simply fill their stomachs.
Not long after, thousands of tents of various sizes were set up in a wheat field next to the commercial road, extending to the edge of the wheat field.
When the torches around the camp were lit, the little bits of fire were like flowers blooming one after another, making this barren land glow with life again. At this time, the wheat field looked like a market that suddenly sprung up from the ground, and soon became lively.
"..-Guys, hurry up, bring this food and grass to the camp for storage, and remember to cover it with a tarpaulin to prevent it from getting wet by the fog early the next morning." While other soldiers were already sitting in the camp to rest, Spencer, as the head of the Legion's Radiation Department, was too busy to touch the ground.
Outside the camp, hundreds of horse-drawn carriages waiting in line were entering the gate of the temporary camp one after another and driving slowly toward the open space in the middle of the camp where supplies were stored.
Within the team, five specially marked carriages wrapped tightly in tarpaulins were walking step by step in the direction of Spencer, escorted by about thirty elite soldiers.
Spencer glanced at the large iron box under the tarpaulin. The skull mark painted on it was particularly eye-catching. He stepped forward cautiously, pulled the tarpaulin down hard, covering the pattern on the edge of the iron box, and then whispered to the leading soldier: "Put these carriages in the innermost part, and remember, they must never leave!"
The leading soldier nodded slightly, and then walked towards the center of the camp with the carriage behind him "Hahaha!"
Not far away, a burst of laughter came from the camp.
Spencer looked along the bonfire that had just been lit. The company deputy commander Tuba was singing and dancing around the bonfire with his squad captains, drinking and talking.
Spencer ignored it and walked straight towards the camp gate. However, before he could take two steps, danger came quietly~
At the camp gate, when there were still more than thirty carriages filled with grain and grass waiting in line outside, a rumble of horse hooves suddenly came from the north. "-What a sound! "Spencer, the head of the department who was urging his subordinates to speed up their actions outside the camp gate, was attracted by this familiar voice.
The radiation soldiers who were busy at first also put down their work and were interrupted by this sudden interruption.
As the sound got closer and closer to the camp gate, Spencer, who had been watching the end of the business road, suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted, "No! There are cavalry!" As soon as he finished speaking, he had already drawn the long sword from his waist and hurriedly urged his men, "Quick, return to the camp immediately, there is an enemy attack!"
· Then, Spencer slapped the horse's back and drove the horse in front of him into the camp. For a moment, the entrance to the camp was in chaos. In the blink of an eye, dozens of cavalry suddenly rushed out of the darkness like night knights~
"Enemy attack!"
Spencer shouted, raised his long sword and rushed forward with several defenders outside the camp.
However, the opponent had no intention of fighting with them. He immediately took out the clay pot filled with kerosene hanging from the saddle bag and threw it at the carriage at the entrance of the camp as hard as he could.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Spencer, who had just rushed out, stopped for an instant when he looked at the clay pot flying over his head. When he turned around, there were already several carriages covered in black mucus.
whisw~
whisw~sw~
Several flaming arrows were quickly inserted into the carriage, and with a roar, the three carriages covered in kerosene suddenly burst into flames.
"Quickly, spread out! Spread out!" Spencer waved his arms and ordered all the radiation soldiers to disperse to avoid the clay pots that were still flying towards this side.
With full anger, he rushed towards the cavalry a hundred steps away -
".—Lord Tuba, it's bad, the Radial Heavy Division is under attack!"
While Tuba was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, a soldier suddenly came to report!
"What?" After being shocked, Tuba glanced in the direction of the camp entrance. The sky-high flames and billowing smoke had already enveloped the place.
"Hurry! Bring the guys and reinforce the guys from the Radiation Department!" After saying that, Tuba grabbed the long sword behind him and rushed there~
The news of the attack outside the camp gate quickly spread throughout the entire military camp. At this time, as the commander-in-chief, Art was studying the next battle plan with a group of senior officers in the newly built Chinese army command camp. However, he never thought that the other party would launch a night attack before him.
When Art arrived there with his bodyguards, the sudden appearance of the night attack cavalry had long disappeared, not even a body was left behind.
Looking at the dozens of carriages that were burned to charcoal at the entrance of the camp, Art was filled with anger.
"Spencer!" Art shouted, making the high-ranking officers surrounding him tremble.
"Sir~" Spencer pushed away the crowd and walked toward Art uneasily.
Seeing the dark-faced Spencer appear in front of him intact, Art breathed a sigh of relief. Because according to the temperament of the head of the Radiation Department whom he valued, Spencer would start fighting with the opponent. He didn't want this guy who had finally survived to suffer serious injuries because of something like this.
"Sir, it's all my fault for being careless. Spencer is willing to be punished!" Spencer held the sword in both hands and fell to his knees with a thump. Such a result was completely beyond Art's expectation. He did not expect that the other party would dare to attack at night with great fanfare on the first day he entered Milan. The night-fighting sneak attacks that the Wells Legion was originally good at were disrupted at the critical moment. They can only blame themselves for underestimating the enemy.
Art took two steps forward, helped Spencer up, and said, "I can't blame you for this, I was careless."
Spencer couldn't believe his ears, and saw him slowly raising his head, his eyes full of surprise. After losing ten carts of food and fodder and leaving not even a hair on the other side, it was really new that the earl could spare himself for making such a mistake.
Angus on the side quickly winked at Spencer who was in a daze. Only then did the heavy-losing officer react and said quickly: Thank you for your mercy, sir! "
At waved his hand and said: "Okay, immediately transport the remaining grain and grass into the camp, and the Yan family will take care of it!"
"Yes!"
Luxignan!"
"Sir!"
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"Early tomorrow morning, you will personally lead fifty cavalry out of the camp. You must find out the whereabouts of those bastards and leave no one behind!"
"Yes, sir!"
That night, the number of sentry cavalry patrolling around the camp more than doubled.
Subsequently, Art sent out a task force to search for several hidden sentries placed outside the camp. In less than an hour, the task force found the bodies of the two secret sentries in a weed to the north of the camp.
Humbling in the camp, after hearing that Art's radiant force was attacked, Balian rushed here immediately, and then followed Art to the Chinese army's command camp to make final confirmation on the next march route.
".Okay, in order to arrive in Milan as early as possible, I will lead the army to set off early tomorrow morning to avoid accidents. "
"In addition," Art looked at Bellian and said meaningfully: "We must ensure that the Western Front is unimpeded and must not get entangled with the other party. Even if we arrive at the gates of Milan half a day later, we may have unexpected consequences."
Belion nodded and left here not long after. Angus and Odo, who were waiting outside the tent, watched Balian leave and then entered the Chinese army camp.
At this time, Art was looking at the map on the table, his eyes fixed on the military fortress that he was about to arrive at tomorrow afternoon - Arechis.
"Sir~" Angus took the lead and walked to Art's side.
"Sergeant major, what do you think of what happened tonight?" Art's eyes still fell on the map.
"The only one who can know the direction of our march at the first time is the military fortress in the northeast of Tira City - Arechis." Angus stretched out his index finger and pressed it on the map.
Matt nodded, "I think the same thing as you~"
Immediately, Art invited the two of them to sit down and gave his own opinion——