Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 847 - 89 Sunny_3
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They hadn’t been working long when the Monkey became too lazy to move any further. Doug, as usual, was silent, just burying his head in the work.
The “prime-age soldiers” around them couldn’t be bothered with the young lad full of grumbles. In the prime-age soldiers’ company, the two impoverished boys were completely outsiders.
No matter the purpose of those stoking the fires, Winters’ response strategy could be summed up in one sentence: if you won’t attack, I’ll just continue to fortify my position.
The Iron Peak County’s digging of trenches quickly triggered a chain reaction.
Hundreds of Terdun Cavalry bolted out like arrows from the string, charging directly at the Iron Peak County’s central army.
The Terdun men who had not been deployed hurriedly mounted their horses, and in an instant, the once lax Terdun army amassed its power, creaking ominously, ready to unleash a deadly blow at any moment.
“Yellow flag,” Winters calmly ordered.
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A yellow triangular flag quickly rose up the flagpole, signaling a warning to the entire army.
The massive infantry formation, like a waking giant, sprang to life in an instant.
“Yellow flag!” the orderlies in each camp shouted at the top of their lungs, “Yellow flag!”
The militia looked at one another in confusion, but Winters’ company and platoon leaders knew what they had to do.
“Pick up your weapons!” the commander of the first line of defense waved his cane, “Quickly!”
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In the midst of roars and scolding, the young soldiers of the first line hastily stood up, ready to meet the enemy.
“Here they come! The barbarians are coming!” Monkey threw down his pickaxe and screamed as he scrambled out of the trench.
A shadow loomed over him, and with a “thwack,” Monkey was savagely whipped back into the ditch by a cane.
The platoon leader wielding the cane bellowed: “Keep digging the trench! Without orders, don’t move a muscle! Don’t make a sound!”
Monkey writhed in pain on the ground, his blood, tears, and snot spread everywhere, his wailing incessant.
“Shut up!” the platoon leader raged, drawing his saber: “Want to die? Shut your mouth!”
Monkey, unable to hear what the platoon leader was saying, kept crying and shouting.
Seeing the platoon leader’s eyes indicating he meant business, Doug, in desperation, grabbed a handful of dirt and stuffed it into his friend’s mouth, causing Monkey to cough violently.
Similar incidents were happening all over the battlefield.
It was only thanks to the execution by commanders at all levels that the Iron Peak County Military did not fall into disarray and chaos.
Therefore, while the young soldiers of the first line entered combat mode, the prime-age soldiers of the second line still sat firmly on the ground resting, not even stopping their trench digging work.
Moreover, every commander was repeatedly emphasizing a single word – silence.
No battle cries, no cheering, no shouting – this was how the large army conducted battle.
“Pikes!” rang out commands throughout the central army: “Level them!”
Thousands of soldiers neatly leveled their extra-long pikes, their tips directly pointing at the enemy, looking from afar like waves of wheat.
The Terdun Cavalry split at the tip of the central army’s wedge formation, like water flow parted by a sharp blade.
They swept past the formation, showcasing their horseback archery skills, racing along the edge of the trench towards the Iron Peak County Military’s left and right flanks.
“Fire!”
The musketeers of the Iron Peak County Military returned fire, with Terdun Cavalry getting shot off their horses one after another.
“Green flag! To the flanks!” seeing the enemy veering to the sides, Winters ordered, “Let the light infantry sortie!”
Winters’ forces not only lacked cannons, but they were also short on muskets.
Instead of a sporadic distribution, he preferred to use musketeers in concentration, hence only the central army had a complete company of musketeers.
The melee units on the flanks relied on the cover provided by light infantry wielding bows, javelins, and slingshots.
Facing the onslaught of the Terdun Cavalry, the ranks of the young soldiers on the flanks wavered slightly. Were it not for the trench in front of them serving as a barrier, many militiamen might have already thrown down their weapons and fled.
It was entirely due to the control of platoon leaders and sergeants that the first line did not collapse on the spot.
A green square flag was raised on the flagpole, the sound of a small drum filled the air.
Hundreds of light infantry dashed out from the channels of the trench in front of the first line, striving to throw their javelins and rocks at the Terdun Cavalry.
Another portion of adults able to wield longbows stayed behind the trench, shooting arrows.
The light infantry were specifically selected from sixteen or seventeen-year-old adolescents; although their strength was not yet fully developed, it was the bravest and most impetuous age.
Some audacious light infantry even tried to drag away the corpses of the Terdun men, perhaps forgetting in their haste that they only needed the heads.
Entangled by the light infantry, the Terdun Cavalry could not calmly shoot down the militiamen behind the trenches. With very few soldiers, they dared not charge directly into the formation and could only probe cautiously.
Looking at the unstirring second line of the Iron Peak County Military, the old Translator on the hilltop wore an expressionless face.
Gravel can be easily blown away by the wind, but once packed into a pocket, not even cannonballs could do them harm.
The old Translator gazed into the distance; the sun had risen above the treetops—truly a fine sunny day.
