Academy Genius Commander

120 – Battle of Crecy Plains (5)

“Crossbowmen and wizards shoot at the enemy knights at once!”

“Fire at least one more shot at their horses! “Let’s turn it into a hedgehog!”

“Deus, protect us!”

The numerous arrows and magic fired while shouting like that flew diagonally toward the sky and landed where the enemy knights were.

80-90% Of the more than 10,000 arrows were blocked by the barding worn by horses and the iron armor worn by knights and bounced off.

Some of the arrows pierced the bodies of horses and people, and some of the horses fell or fell because they could not bear the pain.

When one horse rolled on the ground, in the aftermath, the feet of a couple of knights were tied for a moment or they fell together, increasing the damage.

“It was good. “Let’s kill them all like this!”

“Let’s have a little more strength! “The ground dogs behind you will take care of the rest anyway!”

“Shoot at least one more shot! Kill more!”

As attacks using magic and arrows continued, the number of knights, which had been over 10,000, gradually decreased.

This thought occurred to me as I watched the size, majesty, and even speed of the large vessel slowly decreasing.

If we just keep reducing their momentum like this, the infantry alone will be enough to block their assault several times.

“They are bastards who excommunicated our innocent Francois Republic and called us heretics!”

“No prisoners except for the sweet babies! “Kill them all!”

“Monjois Saint-Denis! Long live the great Francois Republic!”

The distance between us and the enemy’s 10,000 knights had suddenly decreased to about 100 meters. When a collision is predicted to occur in about 50 seconds

“Everyone fire in salvo!” “Aim directly and shoot in a straight line!”

“Completely destroy the vanguard and we run away!”

“Shoot the arrow and run! “Jump so hard you can’t see your feet!”

After hearing those words, I ran at full speed to where the 12th Brigade was about 20 meters away and returned.

At the same time, numerous arrows flew from crossbows and hit the knights running from the vanguard of the enemies.

Their warhorses were hit by arrows and magic and rolled on the ground, and those who fell from there had their necks or spines broken and died instantly.

He shouted to his comrades in a loud voice for help.

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“You crazy bastards, stop! Stop! Are you planning to step on our allies too?”

“Bow! Bow down if you want to live!”

“Change your course! No, I’m telling you to avoid it!”

However, it seems that the knights, including the enemy commander, the Duke of Blois, are not just idiots.

It seems like he knows that if he changes his route or slows down to save a few allies, more allies will be sacrificed.

People who seemed to be quite high-ranking people spoke while pointing their lances at the Reich Imperial Army.

“Saint Denis will watch your death! Die for the cause!”

“Long live François! Long live the great Francois Republic! Long live the warriors who sacrifice themselves for Francois!”

“I, the Count of Savoy, will not forget your fierce sacrifice!”

It seems like they are trying to completely crush the fallen knights who are crying out for help.

A terrible scene unfolded, but that doesn’t mean we can just sit back and watch.

“All of the 12th Brigade! Plant the spear pole in the ground and put all your strength into the hand holding the pole to prepare for the enemy’s charge! Then, after receiving the charge, we change our formation diagonally to the right and stab their flanks.”

In Hattin Forest, when deploying infantry on the left, right, and center, there was enough space to fire arrows directly into the knights’ sides.

This current battlefield is crowded with other brigades and divisions, excluding our brigade, so there is no space to deploy soldiers capable of long-distance attacks right next to the infantry.

Therefore, as a last resort, it would be best for other units, including us, to meet the enemy’s charge in the center, and for us, who are stationed on the left wing of the infantry formation, to attack the flank by turning our formation diagonally when we have time.

As if to prove that my thoughts were correct, I received instructions to raise the flag with the sound of a trumpet to meet the charge, and for the left wing to which I belonged to attack the enemy’s right.

Then, in the center to our left, we heard the enemy’s shouts and a sound that sounded like two armies clashing.

Enemy knights were running toward us, sporting silver-shining armor and lances.

“Tread and kill the damn scum of the Reich Empire who treat the Pope like their own dog!”

“Kill every single one like this! Step on it to make meat paste, stab it with a lance and make it into skewers!”

“Long live the Francois Republic! Long live the great republic!”

Looking at them approaching us with lances in hand, no matter how many times I have blocked them and achieved victory.

My nervous heart was pounding as if it was going to burst, perhaps due to my deep-hidden survival instinct.

But isn’t a true man the one who smiles and endures instead of worrying when danger comes?

“I’ll send you to the side of those bastards who fell behind us in Hattin Forest! “All you dismissed bastards, huddle together, hold hands, and play in hell!”

Next, just before the collision, the non-commissioned officers and officers shouted loudly.

“Everyone, prepare for impact!”

“Don’t close your eyes, look straight ahead!”

“If you pierce a horse with a spear, you must pull it out immediately!”

A few seconds later, the enemy knights collided with the infantry under my command with a loud bang. Perhaps it was because the soldiers in the first line of our brigade had fought knights many times before.

By ducking as much as possible before colliding with the enemy knight and reducing the attack range, I was able to safely drive the pike into the horse’s neck or chest without being stabbed by the lance.

The horses of Francois’ knights either ran wild, spilling hot blood, or died instantly.

In addition, a considerable number of the knights riding on it were killed when they were directly stabbed by long spears or fell due to rampaging horses.

In fact, it can be said that our brigade fought very well in this conflict.

However, even if a gold coin falls on the ground, it becomes yours only if you pick it up and put it in your wallet.

Because it is only meaningful to end the lives of the knights who were left half-defenseless because their charge was blocked.

“Deus protected us! “Kill those heretic knights!”

“You don’t need the spear to deal with the knights, so put it down for now. “Hold your mace and dagger!”

“The bastard with a fist breaks the earthen pot in front, and the guy with the mace hits it hard! And then the bastard with the dagger stabs your throat!”

We quickly dug into the gap before they stopped and recovered from the confusion caused by the failed charge.

Then, in a team of three, a soldier holding a sword struck the enemy knight’s head, causing him to lose consciousness.

A tactic in which a soldier holding a mace digs in quickly and hits the helmet, and when the knight stumbles after being hit several times on the head, he takes advantage of that moment to stab the gap in the armor.

If there were no formalities and group training, this connection would have been possible only at the level of a senior soldier, corporal or higher…

“You crazy people, why are you cutting people’s heads?”

“My, my arm!! “My arm!”

“Knife, draw your sword and fight! “The sword is the longest, so I have to use it.”

Excluding spear training, this level of movement was not that difficult for the army of the empire, who had thoroughly learned how to fight in conjunction and the correct movements for it.

“One vacation pass for each of you! “One vacation pass!”

“The priest said that for every heretic you kill, there will be a great reward in heaven! So we have to kill these bastards!”

“Kill one more guy before I come to my senses!” “I will definitely come again.”

Like this, we pounded as hard as we could on the side of the enemy’s left wing and killed the knights one by one. When we looked around, we saw other units fighting like this as well.

When the hand-to-hand combat continued for about 5 minutes, the Duke of Valois probably thought that he could not destroy our infantry with this charge.

“Prepare for the second assault! Prepare for the second assault! “Knights, retreat!”

“I’m going to plan for the next time! “Let’s prepare for the next battle!”

“I will dedicate victory in the next assault to the great Saint Denis!”

Then the knights of the Francois Republic turned their horses and tried to run away as much as possible.

Not missing this moment, our crossbowmen and wizards attacked them and did their best to kill at least one more person.

In addition, Captain Patton probably decided that at this point the enemy knights would no longer be able to care about them.

6,000 Knights of the Imperial Army under his command turned to the left and marched out to flank François and his infantry.

“f*ck, now all our infantry has to do is hold out against the charging knights and pray that we can win.”

It’s easy to say, but actually doing it will be very difficult.