She Is Not a Witch

"Ready to charge! Sword unsheathed! Small steps forward!"

On the ground where the spring snow melted, cavalrymen in short capes and breastplates began to advance. At first, they advanced in small steps, like undulating waves.

The horse neighed, its smooth fur reflected undulating oily light in the afternoon sun, and the breastplate made of fine steel was like a polished mirror, reflecting bursts of white light in the field of vision.

"Raise your gun and aim."

On the other side of the horizon, soldiers in various clothes were uniform. Under the command of the commander, they also raised their muskets and nervously aimed at the cavalry in the distance.

The officer did not order to fire, because the shooting accuracy at this distance is very low, and it is really useless, and if the effect is extremely poor, it will cause a severe blow to the morale of one's own side.

These newly trained soldiers are not veterans who have experienced the battlefield. Many of them are even fighting for the first time. Their psychological quality is not high. If they are hit at the beginning, they may lead to collapse and escape. of.

However, going on like this is not an option. The few officers wearing the Dryerwood badge were depressed, staring closely at the approaching cavalry on the opposite side.

"Fast forward!"

When the distance was about 150 yards, the commander on the opposite side ordered again, and the cavalry began to speed up, the sound of horseshoes gradually increased, and the ground began to tremble. The turbulent momentum made many soldiers nervous and their wrists trembled.

But time was fleeting, and when it was only 70 yards away, the commander accompanying the army on the opposite side gave another order.

"charge!"

The passionate horn blew in the army, and the cavalry also urged the speed to the extreme. The four legs of the horses under them shrank back and forth at high speed, and the cavalry on them raised their shining sabers and bayonets, giving off a cold light. The turbulent magic power erupted at this moment, layer after layer of light golden shimmer covered the body and the horse, brilliant and violent.

"Fire! Fire!"

Faced with the sudden explosion of air waves and military formations, the tense nerves of our own officers finally reached the critical point, and they gave orders in a hurry. .

Continuous gunshots were fired on the front line, and the thick green smoke even briefly blocked the line of sight. The dense bullets instantly crushed the cavalry in the front row, and sprayed out **** sprays.

These fast-moving cavalry capsized and fell to the ground in an instant, and then were submerged by the tide-like teammates behind them, like a small splash in the sea.

Then, before the soldiers on the front line reloaded and fired a second shot, the cavalry had already been killed.

The sharp saber turned into a life-threatening blade in the high-speed charge, and with a simple swing, it cut open the soldiers on the opposite side, and even the sturdy bayonets and guns broke open in front of the saber blessed by the extraordinary ability, Break into sections.

The cavalry who entered the infantry line continued to move forward, waving the saber in their hands again and again, bringing up countless blood, and those soldiers who resisted were drowned in this turbulent charge like riding a wall, no matter how strong they were.

After the battle, a few crows fell from the sky, looked at the ground full of blood and corpses, uttered a few chirps, and landed on the shoulder of an inspecting imperial commander.

He was riding a brown-red war horse, followed by several black-clothed sergeants, overlooking the messy flags, muskets, and corpses on the ground, his eyes swept slowly, and then stood still, his figure shrouded in In the afterglow of the setting sun.

"It's very organized, but not enough." He simply commented on these enemies.

"Now is not the kind of world that can be changed with a single passion, and the empire will no longer be what it used to be." He took off his hat, bowed his head and saluted, then put it on again, and rode away from the area. earth.

After experiencing rapid expansion in the early stage, the 'Dryer Wood' organization also faced severe challenges.

After receiving the mobilization order from the Prince Regent, about 20 legions directly under the royal family began to gather. There were about 200,000 of them, and they were all well-trained. They were not comparable to those weak and scattered local guards.

And the early formation shooting tactics of the "Dryer Wood" were quickly learned and deciphered by the opponent. This is not a unique skill that can be maintained for a long time. Among the imperial officers, there are also various geniuses and excellent generals.

The cavalry of the Empire also played an important role in the battle, which dealt a blow to the uprising 'Dryer Wood' organization.

These cavalry regiments harassed and attacked the supplies and weak troops, gathered together to charge, directly broke through the infantry's front, and massacred a large area, which caused the 'Dryer Wood' organization, which lacked horses and cavalry, to fall into various difficulties.

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The Earl of Welany, or should it be called Welany County now.

This is the core and command center of the 'Dryer Wood' organization. A large number of workshops and weapons manufacturing factories are also gathered here. Even though the temperature is cold just after the early spring, the place is still boiling and warm, and the roar of various machines can be heard endlessly.

White steam and black smoke floated on the factory building, racks of equipment were turned over and over again, while workers beside the machines were quickly processing and assembling parts one by one, and then put them on the conveyor belt.

They may not have much salary and very good treatment, but no one complains at this moment, because everyone understands what their mission and task are at this moment.

Many young people from other places and distant places also gather here. They are looking at the rough blackboard that will paint the walls black in the simple house, eagerly learning all kinds of practical knowledge.

A non-commissioned officer who was rotated from the front line kept holding chalk and sketching on the wall, quickly writing down how to deal with the enemy, how to use tactics, and various points to pay attention to during the march, teaching these precious things that were exchanged for life. Knowledge.

They may not survive the next battle, but these experiences will be passed down from generation to generation and accepted by future generations.

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"The above~www.readwn.com~ is what I have experienced, and how I think about it." When the class was over, the dry-mouthed noncommissioned officer finally stopped talking.

There is a long and thin scar on his neck and shoulders, and a few fingers are missing from one hand. When he speaks, he can clearly feel that his knowledge is not high, many of his words are not accurate, and he has a strong sense of humor. local accent.

"Although I teach you, you must go beyond my knowledge and experience to come up with better tactics and coping strategies."

"I grew up with little education and suffered a lot in life, but I don't want this to continue forever."

"The future depends on you." He took off his hat and bowed to his students in a different gesture.

In the silent classroom, violent applause broke out suddenly, and many people even shed tears quietly, watching the officer who was on rotation to teach limping out of the house.

The battle is still not over, and both sides will continue to learn and grow in the process of competition until the more advanced and outstanding side completely overwhelms the other.