There was a group rushing ahead to go with the river flow.
Many of them travelled on foot, some riding.
Some of those men are raising their voices and hurrying the soldiers on foot. The man at the head of the group also scolds the soldiers who follow from riding to behind.
"Hurry, hurry! At that rate, we're not gonna make it!
The leading man is Antonio, the leader of the mercenary regiment. Followed by facades belonging to his mercenary regiment.
Antonio and his men are mercenaries employed by the Army of the Arlunian Marquis. And he was now under the servitude of Count Avrine, commander of the Army of the Hordes who would be forming on the Trobo River.
"We have to hurry to the downstream crossing point... What a body!
Antonio was angry and anxious at the speed of his own mercenary regiment's march.
At the end of his gaze, turning around, is the face of his men, who strained their face with irresistible fatigue.
Yes, the soldiers were exposed to extreme fatigue due to the enemy's offensive, which continued uninterrupted until the other day.
It was difficult for such soldiers to keep up with an acceleratingly changing war situation.
"Run, run! Stopping enemy troops from crossing the river will make martial arts incomparable! A lot of compensation belongs to you guys! Run!"
Antonio throws the most effective words to arouse his tired men.
Empty bills are also a good place, but the effect was better.
The soldiers breathe back a little and march faster.
"All right! Yes, gentlemen! Run, run! Running is the infantry's best job! Run!"
Antonio flies hard again. Use candy and whips separately and manage to rush ahead.
Repeating that, continuing along the river For the time being, the destination's crossing point has begun to be visible in the distance.
"Captain, I see it! There it is!"
Raise your voice as one of your men points to the crossing point.
Antonio observes carefully the tips his men have pointed out.
"... Apparently, the Friends are at full service. Did you manage to make it?"
As Antonio said, the troops originally handed out at the downstream crossing point were still alive and engaged in an effort to stop enemy crossings.
"All right, one breath later! Hurry up, rendezvous with your allies and bounce back enemy assaults!
"" "" Whoa!
My men respond to his hanging voice.
Thus he managed to rush to reinforcements before crossing the river of the enemy detachment.
Somehow, it was a mercenary regiment led by Antonio, who succeeded in rendezvous, but naturally that does not mean that one case is settled.
Rather, this is where it comes from.
The enemy forces coming from the opposite shore seemed, by Antonio's reckoning, to be a group of more than 5,000 people.
That also matches the information delivered to Count Avrine in the early horses.
Meanwhile, its enemy forces are being held back by more than 1,000 people who were originally waiting at this crossing point, as well as Antonio's mercenary regiment sent as reinforcements, as well as more than 1,000. Altogether, it will be about 2,000 troops.
Initially, Count Avrine tried to send 1500 reinforcements, but the number of reinforcements has diminished because of the increased intensity of the enemy's offensive.
In other words, there is no room for the Horse Army itself, and no further reinforcements are expected. At any rate, with this 2000 soldier, we needed to stop the enemy army.
"Yay, yay!!!!
Antonio shouts up so much that his throat might crumble.
In response to that voice, countless rains of arrows are released over the heads of enemies across the river.
"Nooo, don't be frightened..."
Antonio groans unexpectedly.
As the passive battle until yesterday is a lie, the enemy forces are trying to force the crossing.
On top of the number, I have to say that if more than double the enemy ignores the damage and attacks us hard, it will be hard to push it back.
Besides, the problem was not only the number, but also the ratio of the soldier who constituted it was troublesome.
In Antonio's eyes is the figure of countless cavalry.
Surprisingly, the majority of the 5000 enemy soldiers are cavalry.
Normally, it is the infantry that makes up the troops.
Because a military horse is something that takes a lot of money to cultivate and maintain.
If you are a small unit, there are certainly cavalry units with everything in cavalry. But if that's 5000 troops, it's off track.
… perhaps, for this forcible crossing of the river, he has gathered the cavalry of several troops. What a pain in the ass.
Antonio is in his heart and sighs.
What's troublesome about cavalry is that it's all elite soldiers.
This is well deserved.
No fool wants to leave a gold-eating bug called a military horse to the miscellaneous soldiers there.
Every one of them is a soldier to beat by number.
It is from impossibility that Antonio's heart is not calm.
All the more damned push, they have been trying to cross the enemy river with a unique tactic of soldier called cavalry.
The cavalry crossing the river becomes one in roughly 200-300 rides and progresses densely as they stand together.
There were a few of those chunks, coming across the river. It is a horse raft.
A horse raft is a way to cross the river where the cavalry leans against each other to avoid being flushed by the river stream. The cavalry hunk is called a horse raft because it looks like a raft.
A strong horse crosses the upstream side and a weak horse crosses the downstream side. Also, if anyone is likely to be flushed aside, stretch the bow so that it attaches to its end and proceed.
That's how we move forward together, helping each other.
"Archers, aim for the lead chunk! Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
In response to Antonio's renewed decree, the archers release arrows in unison. It followed its aim and was sucked into the enemy's leading horse raft. But......
"Gummy, is the effect still not good"
Several cavalry members were defeated, but as Antonio put it, the effect was now one.
Many people may be surprised by this result.
In a formation as dense as a horse raft, it looks like food for a bow and arrow outfit.
But it is the knightly armor that should not be forgotten here. The knights on horseback are wearing a full body armor called armor.
Such soldiers are lumps of each other. That was the earliest I could say, a giant shield.
"Shit, shit, shit! Archers! Let go of the arrows! Let go, let go, let go!
Abandoning his calm, Antonio exasperates.
If it is ineffective, then it is a battle in numbers. I don't care if it's dusty. I don't even understand the idea.
However, as a result of his lack of calm, he naturally lost track of his concerns.
"What's up! Why are we loosening the attack?
"Yes, Captain, there are no more arrows left..."
Yes, the number of arrows remnants is not infinite. Soon the arrowball will run out. That's what makes sense.
Most certainly, no matter how long he kept releasing the arrows without keeping them warm, it was too early for the arrows to run out...
"Why, why do you run out of arrows so quickly!?
"That's what the archers had brought as many arrowballs as they could carry on their own...... Seems like the Heavy Soldiers didn't bring the replenishment arrowballs..."
"Stupid......"
Antonio with a flashing face.
The Arlunian Army was in a state of extreme fatigue in a series of battles.
When both body and spirit are wearing out, people sometimes make mistakes that they don't normally think about.
Again, it can be said that the operation of the Royal Magna Army was successfully fitted.
"Right, Captain! So, enemy lead unit, J.J., we're landing!
Antonio returns to me for a screaming report from his men.
I rush my gaze back to the battlefield. Indeed, some 300 horsemen had finally reached the southern bank of the Trobo River.
"Destroy the landed enemy soldiers! Don't make me build a bridgehead! Finish it before the sequel comes!
Antonio raises his anger. But that voice doesn't sound to soldiers upset by enemy soldiers landing.
"Shit!... go on with me! Destroy the landed enemy soldiers!
Antonio finds it impossible to move the earliest soldiers simply by giving orders.
In a few moments, he decides to fight on the front lines himself to inspire the soldiers.
Let the ride run and jump to the front line.
And as he approached the landed enemy soldier, he got off the horse in a flicker. And with the spears in his hands, he mingles with the infantry and fleshes to the enemy soldiers.
The opposing Magna knights skilfully roll out their spears from the horses and skewer Antonio's men on their hips.
As one, I don't show a bare gesture of trying to get off a horse.
"Huh! What a degree of practice! This is the strength of the Magna Knight that sounds like a sound!
Its amazing sophistication makes Antonio's heart and soul cold.
The greatest significance of military horses on the battlefield is nothing more than a means of movement. Yes, it is a means to increase mobility.
It was common to lower horses and fight when we were in a stage where we could cross spears.
No, indeed, there exists a military law called horse spear.
But only a handful of soldiers really should have been able to do it in action.
Then what is the sight in front of you?
The Magna knights are all exercising it as normal.
"Fuck! Him, don't be frightened! Fight without fear! There's only 300 horsemen in front of you!
Was the voice addressed to the soldiers, or to themselves?
Anyway, Antonio sticks up his voice and stops at the front line.
Then a single knight Magna fleshed out.
"Wow... ah?
It was when Antonio tried to take a step forward with his momentum.
The point of view abruptly drops sharply, with a loose voice between them. If you noticed, you were on your knees on the ground.
"Hey, what...?
Antonio looks at his own body in suspicion.
"Ha, what is this..."
Antonio whines with an accidental bitter laugh.
There were several arrows piercing its body.
Antonio slowly returns his gaze from his own body, forward.
The figure of a fleshy Magna knight himself. And behind it, several Magna knights stood bows as they ran their horses.
"Ride...? Shit, you monsters..."
At the end of the day, Antonio's eyes saw a knight trying to stick a spear out at himself.
"Wow, oh! So, the captain's hit! To, run!
The mercenaries, who were already overwhelmed at the time of allowing them to land, were completely disenfranchised by the takeover of their mercenary regiment leader.
Mercenaries who fall into total collapse within sight and flee with their backs to their enemies.
Such are they, the Magna knights, speared from behind and sprayed on their horseshoes.
The victory or loss on this occasion was entirely decided.
One Magna knight raises his ambition or proudly waves an army flag in his hand.
On its flag is a black Hummer that deceives hyenas.
Yes, it was that flag that was the flag of the Second Army of the Kingdom of Magna, with its callous cavalry with the strongest.