─ ─ Plains of Illis
The southern army, led by General Osvanne, arrived in the Plains of England ahead of the Garia Fortress Army. Following Paris' advice, he built his headquarters on a high ground with a view of the battlefield. And 20,000 steel cavalry soldiers led by Lieutenant General Georg in the center. A total of 25,000 troops will be deployed, mainly light infantry led by Major General Hate on the left wing and Major General Minute on the right.
The crest flag of the Cross Sword was raised high and full awaited the arrival of the Garyan Fortress Army.
Meanwhile, a mixed army led by Lieutenant General Lamberto, Paul, who arrived a day late. Determine the center as the enemy main force and confront the First Army led by Lamberto, a total of 25,000 soldiers. On both wings is a total of 20,000 soldiers, each led by Ellman and Major General Hosmund. Somewhat rearward he built his headquarters and was consolidated by five thousand soldiers led by Paul.
Both factions took basic formations called "Horizontal Squads". It's a formation that makes the most of a wide plain and doesn't allow side back attacks. The end of the battle was opened by the assault of the Iron and Steel Cavalry as the horns and drums rang.
It is the dawn of a battle that was later called the Battle of the Illis.
"My lord, it's too far ahead! Step back a little bit, please!
Lieutenant Colonel Cyrus rushes to hang Georg protruding. But Georg never stops the horse. Kick more bellies and accelerate horses. Georg inspires toward Cyrus, who desperately goes hand in hand.
"Don't call me stupid! What do we do with weak hips to our weak Royal Army opponents? Everything that blocks in front of my steel cavalry is a skewer!
Georg stabs and pierces the royal soldiers that strike him one after the other with a fierce grin. To the Lieutenant General's own penetration, the cavalry also raises its pneumonia.
A few hours after the battle began.
The centre of the Plains of Illis had been a fierce battle.
The Steel Cavalry Corps, led by Georg, is a heavy-duty cavalry all dressed in full body armor. Characteristic is not usually the spear of the equipment, but the fact that it possesses a weapon specialized in a spike called Lance. The armor can also be easily pierced if you poke it to match the horse's walking power.
The Iron and Steel Cavalry leveraged their high defense and offense to advance the battlefield in their favor.
"Warm! Oh, my God, it's so warm! The Gallia Fortress Army and the others seem to be gathering weak soldiers."
I call on Georg, who throws away a kingdom soldier who stabbed him with evil, with a voice played by Cyrus.
"My lord, the enemy is retreating!
The direction Cyrus points. Formations are breaking down and some kingdom soldiers are beginning to retreat. The other soldiers were starting to retreat, as if to go with it.
"Kuck...... Deputy Cyrus. How do you see the movement of this Royal Army? Give me your opinion."
To Georg's twisted gaze, Cyrus stretches his spine naturally. If you give a bad opinion, you won't forgive me with your deputy. Those are the eyes.
"Ha, perhaps the enemy is going to pull back and rebuild the formation!
"So how should we move?
"Ha, I know this is a good opportunity. I thought we should keep breaking up the center and assault the enemy formation."
Georg is satisfied that he gets as many answers as he wants. Cyrus is right, the Royal Army will try to rebuild the formation. However, it makes sense that once a collapsed formation cannot be returned so easily (easily).
If you take this opportunity to take over the enemy commander-in-chief at once, all kung fu goes to you. In that case, the position of general is not the earliest dream either.
Shaking off the bloodstain on Lance, Georg says instantly.
"Cyrus! Keep breaking through the center of the enemy! We're going to raid the main unit!
"Ha!"
"Listen! Glorious steel cavalry soldiers! Go on with me! If you take over the Commander-in-Chief of the enemy, the reward will remain in your mind!
"" "Whoa whoa whoa!!!
Georg's inspiration makes the steel cavalry roar in unison. With Cyrus' signal, he was violently attacked by the Royal Army. In contrast, the First Army, led by Lamberto, desperately tries to resist, but the momentum of the Iron and Steel Cavalry does not stop.
Gradually the center was partitioned and was about to approach the main formation.
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As the center was gradually divided by the Iron and Steel Cavalry, Ninehardt was calmly staring at the battlefield. Withdraw the collapsed troops backwards, while releasing an arrow without interruption. But strong armor gets in the way and doesn't do much good. He also had armor on his horse, so he didn't even have the means to kill him and shake off his cavalry.
"My Lord Lamberto, that's the famous Iron and Steel Cavalry."
"Apparently so. Don't talk about that legion exactly when it comes to pork rushing. You can call it a brilliant job with your enemies."
Lamberto nods as impressed. Certainly impeccable in morale and sophistication. Neither did Ninehardt honestly expect that a strong First Army would be pushed so easily.
"But I can't even just admire it. So, what do we do about it? Do you want to put in reserve?
Slightly rearward. Lambert sounds his nose as he shifts his gaze to the main formation where the military flag is raised high.
"Hmm. You know, it's your bad habit to ask that kind of mouth. I would have planted something earlier. You think I don't know that?
"I apologize for that. Bye."
When Ninehardt cuts his words, he softly raises his left hand. As if waiting for that signal, a group of archers appear with plenty of oil stained in their arrow butts. When the soldiers of the fireman set fire to the arrow butt, the momentum well burns.
Confirming that the fire had gone far enough, Ninehardt waved down at once.
"Let go!
One iron and steel cavalry after another strikes as the fire arrows draw a parabola with the signal. The aim is not to burn and kill cavalry with fire arrows. It's about putting the horse in a state of panic. There is no animal in this world that is not afraid of fire.
Ninehardt's measures work beautifully, and the horse starts to rumble as he hisses.
The iron and steel cavalry descend into a sudden outburst. Aiming there, a unit of heavily armed infantry cut through all the counterattacks. They also rush to respond, but they can't get up as they think inside with heavy armor to add up. In the end, there is no way to exchange it, and it is taken over one after the other.
Ninehardt shrugged as he saw it.
"Now, for one thing, we're going to be able to hold off the enemy invasion."
"Right. But don't be alarmed. I'm turning to counterattack now, but my enemies won't be holding hands like this."
The two nod at each other in silence, staring at the war situation.
The battle then starts to look like one after another, and falls into this state of clothing. The battle between the two wings did not become as intense as the central battle, and with each passing of time it became a state of well-being. Eventually the sun leans heavily west, and the plains of Illis are dyed red like a sea of blood.
When the horn whistled at the signal, both sides pulled up their soldiers. The first day of battle closed.
The Royal Army's death toll stood at 3,000, compared to 2,000 in the Imperial Army.
Although the battles between the two wings were almost mutually reinforcing, the battles in the centre were to divide the difference considerably.
― ― Royal Army Headquarters
Otto, along with several of his men, was being pursued by the task of compiling reports that came up from each battlefield. Among other things, reports telling the bravery of the Iron and Steel Cavalry are out of the group, and once again, he says he feels the strength of the Imperial Army with his skin.
"Don't let the sperm out late at night."
Saying so, Paul appeared flustered. My men rush to salute me.
"My lord, why don't you take a little more time off in the tent?
As Otto spoke to caress, Paul sat down to the chair ready to wave gently.
"Never mind. As Otto knows, he sleeps shallow during battle. I really need blood. I'm old enough to look the same there - and what's the ultimate damage?
I remember Paul, who pointed a sharp gaze like a blade, once feared "god". I got older and rounded up a lot, but it still doesn't change my essence. While feeling some nostalgia, Otto reported the information he had compiled at the moment.
"─ Right. Even a fierce General Lamberto is a handful of opponents. Iron and steel cavalry. Rumorless strength?"
"It seems so. The First Army put the horse in a state of panic with fire and arrows and managed to prevent penetration. Become."
Cut the words, Otto looks up at the sky. The moon, which until earlier illuminated the plains of Illis with silver light, is beginning to be covered by thick clouds. Paul looked up at the sky in the same way.
"... the weather is breaking down"
"Yeah. If it rains like this, let's make the fire arrows less effective too. I thought it would be rather unfavourable to the First Army."
"Well, it's about him. Still will do something about it. By the way, when is the detachment going to arrive?
"If it's on schedule, it should be time to arrive..."
When an ambush succeeds, it is supposed to raise wolf smoke. Respond to that, and this one's on the offensive all at once.
Paul whines just one word, "Well," he takes the cigar out of his pocket and lights it. Purple smoke slowly ascends toward heaven.
We had a few hours left until dawn.