Chapter 1219: Chapter 31 Great Alliance Moves Forward (16)_4
“Follow ! Charge at the northwest corner of the puppet army’s formation!” The lieutenant turned his head and shouted at the ssenger behind him, “Tell Lieutenant Keweizar of the fourth echelon to strike the northeast corner!”
On the battlefield of River Valley Village at this mont, the officers on both sides of the conflict were keenly aware of each other’s tactics.
However, Lieutenant Peiduofei was convinced that he had seen this peculiar formation with hollow inside, thin skin, and cannons deployed at the four corners in a book before.
Yet, having never seen it in books did not hinder the lieutenant’s spontaneous judgnt. He keenly perceived that the enemy’s square formation had too large an area, the spearn’s ranks were far inferior to a regular square formation, the firepower at the four corners of the enemy’s formation was the strongest yet also the weakest position.
Leading his troops to turn towards the northwest corner of the artillery position, Peiduofei imdiately spotted Major Wale among the spearn in brown coats wearing an officer’s uniform.
Noticing the color of that officer’s uniform differed from the Paratu military uniform’s color sche, Peiduofei instantly understood everything, and his eyes turned blood-red.
“Provincial Guy!” Peiduofei roared like thunder, charging recklessly towards the figure in the officer’s uniform amid the spear forest, “Prepare to die!”
The cannon took up too much space, causing gaps in the spearn’s deploynt. Peiduofei swung his saber left and right, knocking aside the sparse spearheads in front of him, leaping forward on his warhorse.
The warhorse leapt over the heads of the artilleryn crouching in fear on the ground, viciously crashing into the square formation, trampling down the shinbones and chests of a few Grand Council soldiers who couldn’t evade in ti upon landing.
Major Wale never imagined that anyone would dare to charge the square formation head-on—and the opponent really broke through.
The major awkwardly dived to the side, narrowly dodging the saber in the opponent’s hand, crawling towards the inside of the square formation using both hands and feet.
Because of that quick back and forth, Peiduofei no longer had the opportunity to slay the enemy commander.
The halberdiers and sword and shield bearers stationed inside the formation quickly closed in, surrounding the “rebels” who broke into the formation.
Escaping to the other end of the formation, Major Wale turned to look at the lieutenant who almost cleaved his head with a saber. Unconsciously, the back of his uniform was drenched in cold sweat. He climbed onto the cannon, half furious and half terrified, yelling at the young junior, “You bastard! Aren’t you afraid of death?!”
However, Peiduofei could no longer hear what the major was shouting. He cursed loudly, swinging his saber frantically. The cavalry under Peiduofei’s command took advantage of the chaos caused by the lieutenant, charging one after another into the formation.
At the sa ti, the fourth charge echelon of Thunder Group County cavalry had already ascended the high ground.
“Lieutenant Peiduofei has broken the formation!” Lieutenant Keweizar, seeing his senior surrounded and fighting desperately, was suddenly anxious and rushed towards the northeast corner of the enemy’s formation, “Kill! Kill!”
The inspired Thunder Group cavalry roared, following Lieutenant Keweizar into the sparse spear forest of the northeast corner of the formation.
Close combat comnced, cavalry cutting down infantry, infantry stabbing cavalry; no one cared whether the opponent was a Paratu person anymore; everyone rely wanted to kill their foes using any ans necessary.
Gun rods turned into hamrs, a downward strike of the saber could sever half of a shoulder. Cavalryn dragged down from their horses were swiftly killed, while infantry who fell were trampled rcilessly by hooves and their own comrades.
So had their intestines trampled out, yet nobody cared about what they were stepping on.
The grueso slaughter turned Major Wale’s face ashen and lips purplish-red—he too had never witnessed such a scene before.
The current situation was like two cotton threads desperately trying to pull each other apart; no one knew which side would snap first, nor which side would collapse.
Beside the major, a young drumr of the Grand Council army gripped the drumsticks tightly with stiff limbs, his lips unconsciously bitten until they bled, yet he just stood there dumbfounded by the carnage before him.
“What are you standing there for?” Major Wale shouted, “Beat the drum!”
The young drumr snapped out of his daze and imdiately began to drum. He had forgotten all the rhythms and lodies, only focusing on pounding the war drum loudly.
“Go! Go find Lieutenant Wei’erqi! Tell him to bring his halberdiers to support us!” Wale jerked another ssenger who had fallen to the ground, shoving him forcefully, “Go now!”
The ssenger saluted hurriedly and awkwardly squeezed through the human wall, running towards the other end of the artillery position’s Big Square Formation.
“Sergeant Sutter! Sergeant Kenoyi!” Major Wale no longer cared whether the nad sergeants were still alive; whover’s na he could recall, he called out, “Quickly encircle and kill the rebel leader!”
Having regained his composure, Wale imdiately noticed the rebel cavalry’s initial aggressive montum but lacked endurance.
“Killed one, two, three… died.” Wale muttered under his breath while observing and counting, “Killed one, two… died.”
As an artillery officer, Wale was accustod to quantifying everything he saw. The Grand Council forces defending the artillery position numbered nearly a thousand soldiers; based on the current exchange ratio, the scales of victory were bound to tilt in his favor.
As long as they could hold on.
As long as they could hold on…
Wale suddenly realized sothing felt off. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but the feeling was like needles on his back.
However, he didn’t need to wrack his brain over it, for he soon understood what was “off”.
Suddenly, the deafening sound of hooves reverberated across the battlefield once more—the fifth wave of the Paratu Cavalry’s charge approached.
“How could there only be four charges?” Major Wale thought with self-mockery, “Even the number of these cavalry doesn’t match.”
But the major remained unflustered. If he could withstand the first four charges, he was confident he could withstand the fifth one.
However, the scene he turned to next left Artillery Lieutenant Colonel Kris Vare pale-faced:
A heavy cavalry unit ascended the East Bank from the side of the blazing broken bridge, crossing the chaotic battlefield and charging straight toward the artillery position.
Their silver armor glinting brilliantly, and red plus fluttering in the wind.
The fifth charge didn’t co from the north but from the west. Those heavy cavalry were not skilled in long-distance maneuvers, so they took the shortest charge route.
Moreover, each of them wielded an unprecedentedly long lance.
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