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Albrecht returns to his camp. The corpse of King Bedukind, who had been dragged roughly by a rope, was left on the ground.
It seems that a piece of gold-plated scaled armor has been torn off from the floor and a lot of scales have fallen out.
The corpse is bare and covered in dust, just a mop. The knights and soldiers look at the corpse with a strange look on their faces. Looks like the enemy king to me. Is he dead?
Since there are so many tribes of Bedukind anyway, we didn't even know if the king Albrecht killed was an influential king or just one. I didn't think the enemy would go wrong with this.
Albrecht turns his head to see the commanders and knights who followed him. No one was killed or injured.
Randolph, Hermann, Hrolph and Gunnar are only breathing a little. I was having a cool smile as if I was playing around.
Urgen, Richard, Wilhelm, and Erbin are the faces that have been described above. They rush towards 50,000 enemies, fighting frantically, and the adrenaline rushes out like crazy, but they don't sink easily.
Albrecht smiles as he looks at them. A drop of blood splattered across his face, and he told Jurgen that there was blood everywhere.
“Is everything all right? It's stupid to be afraid of numbers. The enemy is 50,000 like sand, and we are 10,000 like rocks. Rocks don't break in the sand. ”
Yurgen had nothing to say. What did I just do? What did the king just say?
“And, Euergen, you will only help me take off my armor, and in the meantime, learn horseback riding and swordsmanship from Randolph. ”
Yurgen turns his head and looks at Randolph. Randolph only looks at the slimy Jurgen.
Not all of Albrecht's best men get along. We just confronted each other. So did Jurgen and Randolph. In the case of Hrrolf and Gunnar, he did not mix words with others at all.
It wasn't that they were against each other, but they were all just a few horseshoes and looked at each other like cows.
They all focused on Albrecht. Without Albrecht, they were also sand.
The troops were built from the ground before entering the canyon and scouted by sending rangers and warriors from the North to the mountains.
As expected, there are enemy scouts everywhere in the mountains, but the seeds of the dandelion are just washed away.
Albrecht leads his commanders and knights through the canyon to observe the terrain and enemies.
The enemy wishes only that Albrecht would not come to his side unwittingly, among his 50,000 allies.
The enemy's king or commanders try to slip behind those soldiers and get out of Albrecht's sight.
Albrecht considers how to deal with 50,000 rather than stirring it up again.
Even though they were misogynists, they were 50,000 years old, so even if they went crazy and attacked, their damage could be enormous. If the damage was significant, there was a major setback to the Conquest War.
Albrecht looks at his enemies, and as he returns, he sees the river next to him. And then I had an idea.
‘Maybe we should use that river as an anvil? ’
Except for the wildlings, most tactics on the North continent were hammers and anvils. Normally gather troops on the right and wrap them around enemies from the side. This was almost a common tactic.
Only, there were differences in the application depending on the terrain and the situation. Apart from the war in Anglia, Albrecht's standard tactics were also hammers and anvils.
As you ride your horse, Albrecht's shimmering blonde hair flickers in the wind. And in the blue eyes, there was a large river that was now flowing calmly.
Albrecht spent time devising his plan. A few days later, it became July. No matter how cold the North was during the year, it was hot enough to wear thick quilted clothes or armor.
Albrecht summoned the commanders after the runner-up. The commanders advance past the soldiers and head for the command barracks. The soldiers take off their quilts and rest in their helmets.
As the commanders gathered, Albrecht pointed to the map on the table and explained the plan. Because of the time constraints, the map was, of course, a mess.
But it was also a concept because we learned the terrain by leading the commanders and watching them with our own eyes.
“Place the right-hand side of the mountain forward and the center behind it. Place the left wing further back. The troops will put 4,000 on the right, 3,000 on the center, and 2,000 on the left. Knights will be led by me, and Ervin, you will be led by the Lysen Knights. ”
It was an oblique line that went down to the left and to the right.
What is this? Most of the commanders, including Randolph, were a little confused, but I heard it first. There was no change in Hermann, Hrrolf, or Gunnar's expression.
“The archer will be placed in the center, the central commander will be Wilhelm, and the warriors in the northern hemisphere will be placed on the left. Left wing commander, Hermann. ”
Albrecht looks at Hermann, Hrrolf and Gunnar as he speaks. With all due respect, Herman and Hrrolf did not have a very good first meeting. But there was no one else to turn to.
The reason why the northern warriors were placed to the left was that the left wing would hit the enemy the slowest, but the wire was the thinnest. A handful of high-powered men had to be deployed.
Herman, Hrrolf and Gunnar are just listening to Albrecht and not looking at each other at all. I don't know if he's doing well.
Wilhelm is proficient in special warfare. He's never been one step ahead of a revolution.
However, as the archer, he always kept a close eye on the situation behind the soldiers. Archers shoot arrows, not just anywhere. I had to use my ability to see the landscape and provide firepower support where I needed it most.
Moreover, he was always calm and agitated, and seemed adequate to leave the center where it needed to be.
Albrecht turns his eyes to Richard. He had a red forehead all the way down to the edge of his eyebrows, and he was looking nervous.
“If I lead the knights and charge at the enemy, you will be in charge of the right. Randolph will come with me. ”
Albrecht was the only one who could charge at the enemy and tear the camp apart, but this battle had to be driven to the river.
50,000 is not something you can run around and drive alone. The battlefield was too wide.
“From now on, it's important that you listen carefully. Me and Randolph will charge to the right and create some kind of barrier. Richard, you must lead the infantry and push the enemy towards the river with your strength. The center and the left are holding. Hervin, you'll need to stay behind and support the center or the left. I leave the judgment to you. ”
Simply put, we swoop our enemies from the right and push them into the river. The concept was simple, but it was complex and mutual cooperation was important to implement it. It was a kind of combination tactic with a left and right hook.
The left and middle sides held together like an iron wall, but with enough room, they had to be pushed as quickly as possible to connect to the center and left sides. Otherwise, the middle and left sides of the relatively small force could be severely damaged.
It was easy to defeat a fierce enemy. However, when the enemies scatter, how long will they be wiped out?
The Conquest War was still ongoing, and a man named Balthazar formed an alliance in the Middle East. Since I can't stay here long, I have to inflict an irreversible, devastating blow on the current enemy.
There is a saying of tactics in strategy. You should not just win. Albrecht also had to consider how to win. Even Albrecht wasn't easy to inflict a devastating blow on 50,000 enemies.
Albrecht gave the commanders repeated operations. The essence is simple, so the concept itself was easy for them to understand.
In an age without radio, however, it was difficult to control the vast battlefield. Their missions were clearly embedded in their heads and their left and right interests were assisted by each other. It was more complicated than I thought.
Albrecht explained a lot and saw Hermann, Hrrolf and Gunnar.
“You guys still don't have feelings for each other, do you? ”
Gunnar just strokes his beard, and Albrecht doesn't look or speak. Hrrolf stares at Albrecht indifferently, too.
Albrecht thought that the silence of the Northmen was sometimes morbid. Shouldn't the king be answering questions? I turned my eyes to Herman.
Herman was also just looking at the map of the operation. Formally, he's the commander of the left wing. Will Hrrolf and Gunnar listen to him? I couldn't make a new greeting arrangement now.
“I'm not going to force you to shake my hand or anything. Just keep the operation in your head. Don't overdo it. Don't go forward. Form a wall. ”
The three still didn't look at each other or say a word. Maybe there's a similar angle to it. I thought it was kind of homophobic.
“You are unfamiliar with it, and the soldiers are unfamiliar with it. Starting tomorrow, I will train for the formation. Go.”
Albrecht gives the order to disband, and everyone gets up and leaves the barracks. As people walked out the door of the barracks, the light of the afternoon rushed in and out.
As you exit, the thin crack in the entrance makes the light go into the barracks. He reveals his existence, dusty in the light.
Albrecht, who is left alone, loosened his stance and leaned back against the chair for a moment. I put my elbows on my armrests and began sweeping my beard gently, twitching my chin. And I thought to myself, watching the dust overflow.
I could ask my commanders for their opinions and test my skills, as I did in the war in Anglia, but now I have too many enemies. That's why he single-handedly devised an operation plan and served orders.
Like in the previous battle, I wasn't able to completely surround my enemies like Bob did. There were too many enemies to do that.
I was worried that the enemy might run into the river and go crazy like some kind of drainage, but I was probably a long way from the enemy who was pushed toward the river and the army of Albrecht on the outside. Even if you want to go crazy and charge, you won't be able to get stuck with your allies.
If the operation succeeded, it was nearly 50,000 slaughtered. But is it a massacre? Isn't this a battle?
Albrecht pulls out a pipe, squeezes the tobacco leaf, sucks it in, and ignites. You swing your arms, put out the wick fire, and start smoking heavily. Smoke floated in the dream room and became clearer when it touched the thin light.
Smoke rose from the depths of my heart, and the Devil whispered.
Isn't war just an excuse to end a war? You just want to kill more people, don't you? ’
It could be. Albrecht did not deny. I didn't even agree. It could be a mix of belief and his own lust for murder. I couldn't tell the difference between two in one knife.
Albrecht simply gazed at his own heart. The excitement ahead of the battle, the anticipation of the imminent slaughter, and the sense of accomplishment when the mission was successful, also rose in thin smoke.
Then I remembered Randolph's loyalty, Herman's birthday present, and Rosamund's smiling face. A cool Illudian wind blows through your mind and scatters the smoke.
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