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Chapter 138 Celtic Knights
On the other side at the same time.

The edge of the plain between the imperial capital and the Maria Great Mountains.

A group of cavalry is waiting there.

They are all tall and straight, with firm eyes, and the horses under them are also tall and strong.

The red special military uniforms added a touch of heroism to them.

Their number is very large, probably thousands of people, standing in a line formation on this plain.

They didn't say a word, and even the war horses under them were extremely quiet, motionless and silent.

If it weren't for the fallen leaves blown and fallen by the wind in front of them, there would even be an illusion of time being suspended.

A man with a flag gun in his hand rode a horse back and forth in front of these cavalry. He had fiery red mid-length hair, clear facial features, and deep and resolute eyes.

The red flag on the flag gun fluttered with the breeze, and on it was a ferocious wolf's head outlined with golden lines.

That's the emblem of the Royal Celtic Knights.

The most elite cavalry in Britannia is also the last barrier of the imperial capital.

Only obey the emperor, not even Victor has the right to order.

And the man carrying the flag is Wolfe, the head of the Royal Celtic Knights.

The meaning is "wolf".

"Everyone!"

The knight's voice was thick and magnetic, with strong penetrating power, and could even be conveyed thousands of meters away.

"You should be aware that there is a numerical gap between us and the enemy.

I also don't know when support will come.

Perhaps we have become victims of politics.

It can be said that this battle is a battle that must be lost!

However, whether it is war or retreat, I think you already have the answer in your heart. "

He flicked the flag in his hand, pointing the tip of the pole behind them, and the flag flew in the wind.

"Behind us is the imperial capital!
I have nowhere to go!

This battle has nothing to do with victory or defeat, but with faith and dignity!

We need to tell these West Frenchmen a truth.

no matter who!

Dare to invade our land.

We dare to follow them,
Bloody battle to the end! "

Wolfe's roar echoed in this area, his eyes were red, and his blood was churning.

The knights in front of him still held their heads high, and there was no fear or panic in their eyes, and no one retreated.

Soon, at the end of the plain, a group of troops lined up neatly and armed with live ammunition was rushing towards them at a constant speed.

They didn't move, just waiting for the best time to charge.

And Wolf's words continued.

"Do you know why the flag of the Royal Celtic Knights is a red wolf?

There are no fiery red wolves in this world, that is the color of blood.

A red wolf is a bloody wolf!

This is also the creed of the Knights!
In the world of wolves,

There is no prey that cannot be caught,
Only the determination not to catch up!
There is no food that cannot be contested,
Only the courage not to dare to challenge!
On the plains of the Great Pampas, as long as they are united, even lions and bears will have to give up three points under the attack of wolves! "

Watching the army of West France approaching gradually, Wolf slowly grinned the corner of his mouth, revealing his ferocious and sharp teeth.

"Son of Britannia!

Let your blood boil!
At this moment, the plain has arrived, and it is time for the wolves to attack! ! "

As soon as the words fell, these knights almost seemed to be cloned, and simultaneously raised the lances in their hands, clamped them under their armpits, and aimed at the army in the distance.

Wolf pointed the tip of the flag at the distant army and roared.

"charge!!!!"

The moment the words fell, thousands of horses galloped and the earth trembled.

The knights lined up to face the distant army, charging without hesitation, faster and faster.

The troops of West France obviously also noticed the cavalry rushing towards them not far away.

The leading general looked at the adjutant on the side, and the adjutant immediately blew the horn in his hand.

The battle drums behind the army also began to sound, and these soldiers lined up, like Siamese twins, walking forward with the drumbeat, although they looked a little stiff.

But this is the most practical military formation of this era.

Because the hit rate of flintlock guns is very low, there is a very large gap between the final landing point and the aiming point. When shooting, the flintlock guns will also emit very large smoke to block the line of sight, so they must be lined up Increase the shooting area to achieve the maximum killing effect.

And because it does not affect the second round of shooting by the troops behind, the army must prohibit it.

They stood in place in a phalanx, and the first row pointed their guns at the cavalry charging towards them from a distance.

They didn't shoot immediately, the range of flintlock guns is limited, if they shoot early, the damage is limited, and if they shoot late, they will be charged by the cavalry.

These soldiers held their breath, feeling the tremor of the earth, and their hearts were also trembling.

Following the sergeant's order.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Dozens of flintlock guns were fired together, and the thick smoke obscured their sight, and the strong smell of gunpowder poured into their nostrils, and they were used to this smell.

Countless projectiles formed a barrage and hit some cavalry at the front.

The cavalry fell to the ground together with the fallen horses, but at the same time, the cavalry behind them stepped over the corpses of their companions and followed closely.

While the infantry were preparing for a second salvo, the cavalry came up to them.

"boom!!!"

The first cavalry spear that crashed into the formation pierced the chests of the two of them instantly, and the horses under their feet slammed into some people's bodies with a powerful impact force, and there was the toothache sound of bone shattering.

Countless cavalry rushed to the front line of the infantry like a tsunami, rolling over their bodies, their pride, and their souls with a destructive momentum.

The line cavalry actually died out for a while before muskets were fully popularized.

At that time, in order to deal with the line cavalry, the infantry was equipped with a large number of spears with a length of about 6 meters. There are several layers of spear arrays as dense as thorns.

And those standing behind are all crossbowmen, and they waited until the cavalry approached within 10 meters before launching. Even plate armor heavy cavalry could do nothing to this kind of spear array.

The price of a heavy cavalry is obviously much higher than that of a spearman. After this kind of spear and crossbow array became popular, the line cavalry in Europe has actually disappeared.

However, after muskets replaced spears and crossbows, European line cavalry was reborn from the ashes.

Because the bayonet of the musket is not long enough to deal with the spears of the line cavalry, the armor of the line cavalry is also not needed at this time, and it is enough to rush over in three rows of more than a hundred cavalry.

The bayonet array of musketeers is helpless when encountering line cavalry.

Therefore, in a field battle in an open area, if a group of Musketeers has no horse-repelling fortifications and the cooperation of their own line cavalry, it is almost impossible to resist the charge of the opponent's line cavalry.

As the most elite cavalry in Britannia, their military quality is naturally beyond doubt.

This wave of charge can be described as overwhelming.

After rushing into the enemy's line, they directly discarded the lances in their hands, drew the sabers hanging around their waists, and changed from lancers to hussars.

After the impact just now, the hearts of these infantrymen were disintegrated.

The hussars were killing like wolves into a flock of sheep.

As for those who fell off their horses, they picked up large-caliber short guns, quickly occupied key positions, and formed an array to become dragoons for infantry combat.

This is the Royal Celtic Cavalry, which can be adapted to any cavalry style of play.

Under the attack of the powerful wolves, the phalanx of these infantry was defeated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The knights are not rushing aimlessly. They are not too far away from their companions. They seem to be killing, but they are quickly forming an army formation, cutting the infantry formation, and going straight to the core of the phalanx. Those commanders The impact of the possible location of the officer.

The other part of the knights quickly left the phalanx, opened the distance, and prepared for the next wave of attack, and dispersed these soldiers at any time to encircle the cavalry responsible for the beheading task.

This unit may not have been on many battlefields, but every time, it can inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

Standing on the hillside in the distance, Major General Sanchez, the main commander of the West French army, was looking in shock at the Celtic cavalry who charged toward him stepping on the corpse of their companion.

It was a young man who looked to be in his 20s, but he was actually in his 30s, but for his position, it was almost very rare for him to become a major general at this age.

"What an amazing group of troops." Sanchez said with emotion.

"Before I went to Britannia, I had heard of the sharpness of the Celtic cavalry.

It was a worthwhile trip to see it with my own eyes today.

No wonder, can have such a vast territory in this land. "

The adjutant on one side said, "Do you want to retreat?"

"The marshal's order is for us to take a break in Romir Town and wait for the follow-up large troops to station in Romir Town and completely occupy the Maria Grand Canyon before launching a general attack on the imperial capital.

Although it seems reasonable for us to capture the town of Romir, there is no guarantee that this is not an enemy trap. "

The method for them to break through that line of defense and capture the town of Romir is not complicated.

They found a local from Romir Town and bought him with money to lead them to a road that only the locals of Romir Town knew.

Detour from the snow field to the back of the guard in Romil Town, and let the man drug the Britannian soldiers' dinner in the dark.

At three o'clock in the morning when the enemy was the most exhausted, they launched a general attack. Under attack from both sides, they smashed the defense line of the Maria Mountains, which is known as the wall reaching the sky.

This plan is exactly what Sanchez thought.

The defense line of the Maria Mountains has not been breached for hundreds of years, so Sanchez, who has achieved this achievement, is naturally high-spirited at the moment.

"A trap with the imperial capital as bait?" Sanchez asked contemptuously, "Are we crazy or that Victor Regent?

Does he think that the reason why the imperial capital is the imperial capital is only because of the nobles there?
Without the imperial capital, the economy of the entire Britannia would be devastated. "

Sanchez clearly does not believe in this possibility.

"The royal capital of Britannia is very luscious. Many of the women there are of mixed race, and all of them are much better-looking than our West French women, especially the princesses of the Britannian royal family. The obsessed His Majesty Ernst is even willing to start this war that uses the power of the whole country. .

When I invade the imperial capital, I can let you rob at will for three days and three nights in the imperial capital!
The gold, antiques and women in it are all yours! "

Hearing Sanchez's narration, the eyes of several soldiers beside him also showed greedy expressions.

He looked at the army in the distance, his eyes sparkled with brilliance.

"The army of West France has never had a reason to retreat!
Since it is cavalry, it is natural to use my cavalry from West France to deal with it!
The order was passed on, and the cavalry on the left and right wings were transferred to form a line of cavalry and infantry to coordinate with the cavalry to confront the cavalry.

The infantry inside formed a circular formation, bayonet against the enemy, and deal with the hussars fighting inside! "

"Yes!"

Sanchez stood on the hillside, overlooking the Celtic cavalry interspersed in the army formation.

"Since they are the elite, then I will dispatch five times, or even ten times as many troops!

Can they fight one against ten, one against one hundred! ? "

(End of this chapter)