The commander of the Royal Army's right wing had strictly banned pursuing retreating enemy units, and had given instructions to pick up the enemy cavalry that would soon be attacking.
Obstacle "Front forward, hurry! Long spear squad is ready!"
Following the command of the commander, the soldiers came forward with large shields. It is a small wall rather than a giant shield carried by four people. The protruding part under the shield is pierced into the ground, and a supporting pillar is assembled. The front had three large barbs to skew the oncoming opponent, a form that was too aggressive to be called a shield.
Behind the line where the shield is tightly laid, there is a unit holding a bow, and from the space between the shields, you can see a unit with a long spear in hand, pulling out the enemy. It's easy to say that an enemy is a cavalry that drives an unidentified beast, but with this kind of preparation, it will not be able to survive. It was only possible to know in advance that the opponent would make an equestrian charge.
Block horseback charges with obstructions and use bows and long spears to deal damage. If the opponent's foot stops, you win. Already from the Central Command, the mainstream troops will be changing course and heading here. It should have been estimated.
"Okay! Our job is to stop the enemy cavalry and keep the front line until a friendly arrives! Hold on no matter what!"
Instructions from the commander flew, and the soldiers followed up as predetermined.
"I'm here! I'm the enemy!"
The commanding officer, who was reported, turned his eyes on a group of horses straight ahead. The strange silhouette is clearly visible even from a distance, telling you that your opponent is not a normal cavalry.
The enemy's cavalry runs like horses, not horses. The body looks almost the same as a horse, but looks very different. The base of the limbs, the sides of the torso, and the upper half of the head to the back were covered with feather-like material. In particular, the feathers flowing from the side of the torso to the back are particularly large, and the fluttering back in the wind gives the impression of a bird flying in the low sky rather than a sprinting beast.
"That ..."
It was only for a moment that I was puzzled by that strange appearance. The commander immediately instructed him to return.
"Bow ready!"
According to his voice, the troops behind the obstruction change their bows and arrows. Tensions ran between the soldiers supporting the shield and the soldiers holding long spears.
"Shoot!"
As the enemy cavalry enters the effective range of the bow, the commander's command fires an arrow. Hundreds of arrows flew all at once with a wind noise. The trajectory of the mountain trajectory reaches the head of the enemy cavalry that plunges straight into it, and suddenly pierces the ground at the moment when it is thought to do so.
"Next, fire a second shot!"
The commander feels at ease that the first shot did not reach the enemy, but orders the second shot without panic.
The speed of the enemy was probably slower than expected. The commander concluded that. It may be that being tossed in the opening battle overestimated the unfamiliar cavalry.
However, the idea was soon canceled. The second shot was then fired, piercing the ground just before the enemy, just like the first shot.
Unlike the first shot, it is clearly the distance that the arrow can reach. As expected, the commander begins to feel this is strange. Perhaps it was because the arrow, which was halfway up the mountain, suddenly stalled and seemed to fall.
The suspicion turned into conviction as the subsequent third shot took an abnormal trajectory and pierced the ground in front of the enemy.
"A magical defense!"
The commander, who senses the magic of the abnormal arrow trajectory, instructs him to stop preparing for the close combat if he stops using the arrow.
"Three in a row on a stationary equestrian! Don't break out of the blockade!"
The enemy cavalry had already arrived. It will crash in less than a minute.
The soldiers supporting the blockade breathe. My distance shrinks as I blink.
Fifty meters. The enemy's cavalry assaults without fear even looking at the preparations of the Royal Army.
Thirty meters. Will the horse's lunge win, or will the blocking and long spear defenses win?
Ten meters. The soldier supporting the blockade solidifies, and the tip of the long spear is tilted slightly upward from horizontal.
Five meters. The moment when the kingdom soldiers stopped breathing just before the moment of the collision.
Incredible things happened.
"Now ...!"
The gaze of the commander who has lost words is turned overhead. There was an enemy horse jumping over the Royal Soldiers against the blue sky.
The enemy's cavalry jumped on its own right before colliding with the Royal Guard's avant-garde.
Of course, if it is a normal equestrian horse, it will jump only a few meters at most. The height would be a good thing if it could be exceeded by one person. But the enemy's unfamiliar equestrian lightly overturned its common sense and literally jumped over.
The equestrian horse jumped right before the avant-garde flew in an unnatural trajectory as if it floated softly, crossing an obstruction, flying at a height that a long spear could not reach, and landed in the middle of the Royal Army as it was. Aside from the avant-garde with shields and long spears, only soldiers with no preparation for horses are behind.
"Wow Aa!"
"What, what?"
Suddenly, the enemy's equestrian horse, suddenly falling, crushed him, hurled him, and lost his life like a stormy leaf.
"Such ..., stupid ..."
The commander stands alone in an unexpected situation. I didn't expect the equestrian to jump so high and far into the formation.
It is as if the knife was sent directly into the stomach. All that remained was the fact that the thorough measures prepared to prevent the equestrian assault did nothing.
The surroundings were in chaos. Abandoned avant-garde soldiers have no idea what to do, and suddenly assaulted central troops flee from overwhelming violence and are at their best. The turmoil caused confusion and was no longer manageable.
It no longer resembles an orderly group that can be called an army. It would be a herd of small animals devoured by ferocious beasts. The kingdom's right wing had become a prey enough to devote himself to the enemy, rather than stop the enemy cavalry.
"Yeah! There are more numbers here! Press and wrap!"
The commander dispatched in a hurry, but it was doubtful how far his voice could reach. And the situation gets worse.
"The enemy left wing unit flips over and heads here!"
"what!"
The enemy's left wing, which was receding, was attacking. The enemy's cavalry inside has a further attack on the confused place, and the turmoil is spurred rather than settled. The avant-garde units were threatened by the cavalry in the rear, and were half-sandwiched in front by being exposed to the offensive of the enemy left wing.
"Captain, this is dangerous! Let's go down!"
"Where are you going down! Imperial troops before and behind-yeah!"
A commander who refutes his subordinate's suggestion falls down with an arrow on his neck. The kingdom's right-wing unit, which had lost its commander, was unable to manage the confusion and reduced its number with an empire attack.
The horse squadron of the Imperial empire that swept away the right-wing unit of the Toma kingdom, the squad of the monarch of St. Rogel, cuts off with momentum. Invasion When appropriate infantry was used around, the confusion of the right wing unit was aside, and the team left the spot.
"The imperial squad will do the rest. We will attack the kingdom as it is!"
The captain of the flying squadron gives instructions to subsequent men.
He probably didn't think he would break through the right wing. The uninhabited field just spreads to the side of the flying horse squad. Beyond was the headquarters of the Kingdom's chief commander and his staff.
Disturbance The role of the flying squadron is to thoroughly destroy the enemy command system and to the rear. The monarchy of Saint Rogel also has a purpose to show off its military power. The battle ended in victory only with the work of the flying horse squad. You have to let the upper tier of the empire know.
"The guys in the kingdom looked like pigeons ate a gun!"
One of the cavalry who will be the captain of the side-running captain will talk without hiding a happy smile.
Protective wind "Hahaha, yeah! It would have been shocking to those who did not know the flying horse or the jumping power!
They know that flying horses brought from Saint-Roger are different from normal horses. As the name suggests, if you leap, you'll be able to reach a distance as high as if you're flying in the sky, and you won't be able to hit a light projectile such as an arrow at first with the magical wind called protective wind.
To prevent a flying horse from assaulting, a ten meter tall fence or thirty meter moat and a barrage with a trebuchet rather than a bow and arrow would be required. Of course, it cannot be known by the people of the kingdom. For them, the astounding leap of Toba must have been unimaginable.
"Well, next time it won't go!"
This surprise only works for the first time. I don't know what the protective wind is, but the jumping power of the flying horse would have been firmly lit by the Royal Army. In the next battle, I don't think we can easily jump over the enemy's avant-garde like this.
"What's next?"
The Empire wants to stab the kingdom in this battle. If things go as planned, the kingdom will lose most of its mobilizable forces. Then, as your subordinates say, there is no next.
"... it depends on our work."
The captain of the flying horse squad was so muddled.
"The wasteful talk is over. The enemy's headquarters have come into view! The news that we have breached the right wing of the kingdom has not yet arrived! The enemy's general has been beaten without giving a chance to prepare itself! It's like a royal, if you catch it, it's a medal! "
The kingdom's headquarters is in sight, and the members of the flying horse team respond to the captain's inspiration. The kingdom has begun to move by confirming the appearance of the flying horse squad, but if it is still unclear whether this is an enemy or an ally, the response will lack thoroughness. The captain knew from experience that the delay could be fatal on the battlefield.
"I don't see any losing factors."
He muttered so small that he could not be heard by his subordinates, and with a smile, ordered the entire army to charge.