Chapter 8： war

"Ah!" With a big yawn, the Serris city guard stationed on the border looked sleepily towards the direction of the rising sun.

The sun was dazzling, making him involuntarily narrowed his eyes and looked away. But soon, he realized something and looked at the east horizon again.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" While blocking the sun with his hands and looking away, he kept kicking his companion with his feet: "Mayne's soldiers! Many Mayne's soldiers!"

"Why are you kicking me? Mayne's soldiers? How can they come to the border to practice at this time..." Another sleeping soldier struggled to stand up, his armor collided with a loud noise.

"What are you talking about Mayne's soldiers? Huh? Damn! Send the alarm! Mayne is attacking!" Rubbing his eyes and looking in the direction of his companion, the soldier who had just been called was completely sleepy and shouted loudly.

"Light the beacon! Hurry! Mayne has invaded!" For the first time, he lay on the edge of the watchtower and shouted to the companions under the tower: "Hurry up and start the fire! Hurry up!"

"Arrow rain!" Before everyone could react, a piece of bows and arrows flew from Mayne. These bows and arrows fell from the sky and landed on this high observation tower.

"Ah!" caught off guard, a soldier was full of arrow shafts, struggling to overturn the high platform, where he fell, Serris's soldiers poured a bucket of black kerosene on top of the dry wood.

"Shield! Shield!" Kicked off the arrow shaft inserted on the ground, the officer in charge of this observation deck drew out the long sword, raised the huge shield, and loudly reminded his men.

Mayne's cavalry had already swarmed at this time, like ants in large numbers. Having served here for three years, it is the first time that Serris's officer has seen so many Mayne soldiers.

It's over...this is the idea in his mind. By his side, the huge beacon has been ignited, the enemy's second round of arrows has also fallen, and all the soldiers have raised their shields.

"Boom!" The Mayne soldier carrying the huge wood began to hit the door of the beacon tower, and the soldiers on the beacon tower clenched their weapons in horror.

The enemy attacked suddenly, and they had no chance to retreat. When Mayne's soldiers rushed in, they could only meet death.

"Can't let them put out the beacon! Long live Ailan Hill! Long live Seris!" Looking at the crumbling door, the officer raised the sword in his hand.

"Kill!" A few lone soldiers around him raised their shields and blocked them on the stone ladder of the upper beacon tower, with their sharp swords pointed at the gate.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the door of the beacon tower was finally knocked open by the giant wood, and soldiers from the Mayne Principality swarmed up. They were greeted by strong shields and sharp swords.

Metal and metal collided, and the soldiers from the Principality of Mayne who rushed up the stone stairs screamed and fell over. More Mayne soldiers rushed up with their weapons.

The Serris guards fell one by one, and the rest had to retreat to the top of the steps. Beacon behind them, the beacon has been tumbling and connected to the white clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

In the direction of the fortress of the beacon wall, the Mayne soldiers who had climbed up the ladder surrounded the Serien guards who were only a few people left. Soon, Mayne's soldiers overwhelmed his opponent.

When Ensel climbed onto the high platform, the blood on it hadn't dried up yet. The body of Officer Serris was still lying beside the fire, and the ground was full of unrecovered feather arrows.

After kicking the corpse, Ensel had a look of disgust on his face: "Knock out the fire! Hurry up!"

Behind him, in the direction of the hinterland of Serris, one black smoke column connected to the distance extended to the distance and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

"Speed ​​up the march! Don't let the Ailan Hill family have any time to react!" Ensel looked down at the body of the Serris officer, frowned and ordered.

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With an angry expression, Chris pushed open the door of the chamber with both hands. Because of the excessive force, the two doors hit the walls on both sides and made a loud noise.

He was wearing a black armor, and the armor pieces on his body slammed together with a firm pace, making a nice rattling noise.

"Mayne went to the door to send him to death by himself?" As soon as he entered the door, the annoyed voice echoed on the sorghum, making people's ears humming.

"Ensel is greedy and treachery... Undeclared war against us! His troops crossed the border yesterday, and today they are estimated to be on the edge of the eastern forest." Deans said to Chris anxiously.

"General Wagron has prepared the army, 500 cavalry and 500 new troops can set off at any time." Wagron's adjutant stood beside Chris holding his helmet and reported the situation of combat readiness.

"Go now! We blocked the opponent at the exit of the eastern forest for a decisive battle! There we can take advantage of firepower!" Chris looked at the map and made up his mind to block the opponent.

Although the opponent has an advantage in strength, Chris is still confident that he can defeat the opponent. What he thinks now is how to quickly expand the results after defeating this enemy army.

"Let Wagron not have to fight! Order him to take 300 cavalry and 300 new troops, carry 10 artillery, take the path to bypass the main force of Meyn, and attack Meyn Castle directly!" After thinking about it for about a second, Chris decided Here comes a two-pronged approach.

He has no time to waste. It is a more reasonable way of fighting to be able to defeat the opponent while seizing the opponent's rear foundation, expanding his territory, and solving future problems.

But in this way, Chris faced Ensel's troops head-on, and there were only 400 poor people. Even if you count the soldiers who retreated in the direction of Mayne, Chris will not have more than 500 troops.

The enemy is four times that of Chris! This kind of battle does not seem to be suspenseful: battles that win more with less are not uncommon, but after all, they rarely happen.

"My lord! Dividing troops in this situation...isn't it a bit risky?" Wagron's adjutant asked worriedly.

"Ten cannons to defeat 2,000 people is a risk?" Chris looked at the adjutant, with a cruel smile on his face: "I'm afraid they surrendered too early, not enough for me to vent their hatred!"

"That's the arrangement! I personally led 500 soldiers to a decisive battle with Ensel in the Eastern Forest! You and Wagron went straight to Mayne...forever!"

"Yes! Your lord!" The adjutant made a fist with his right hand, pressed his head against his chest and said in response: "Long live Ailan Hill!"

"Diens! You sit in Serris City yourself!" Chris looked at the a little nervous Dians and Strider, and began to assign tasks.

After explaining Dians, he looked at Strider again and said: "You personally **** 1,000 gold coins to the Arante Empire! We are ready to pay Mayne's tax and tribute after our victory!"

Now is not the time to turn his face with the Arrant Empire. The occupation of Meyn must give the Arrant Empire an explanation. This is Chris' wishful thinking.

As long as the Arante Empire does not pursue the occupation of Meyn, Chris can develop and grow his own power with peace of mind, and make his own territory more powerful.

A day later, Chris led 400 soldiers and gathered more than 80 soldiers who had retreated outside the eastern forest, blocking the main road to the city of Seris in the eastern deep forest.

In the afternoon of the same day, Ensel led 200 cavalry and 1,800 infantry pieces together, appeared in the distance of the Chris camp.

Because it was too late and neither side had the intention of starting a war on that day, Chris sent a letter to Ensel, condemning Ensel's despicable act of undeclared war.

As a result, Ensel also replied a letter, arbitrarily asking Chris to surrender immediately and dedicate all his wealth and territory.

Of course, the two sides will not give up and truce, but they will rest and prepare for a decisive battle. Early the next morning, Chris organized the soldiers to drive out of his camp and set up a battle against Ensel.

Ensel also planned to complete his work in one battle, leading 1,000 main infantry and 200 cavalry, and set up a position 3 kilometers away from Chris's army.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The dull sound of war drums hit everyone's chest, making the air thick and breathing hard.

The battle flag was hunting and fluttering in the wind, and the straight spear went into the forest and stood in front of Chris.

The dark vine pattern on his body was entwined on the armor, exquisitely and delicately shining with a slight cold light. The horse under his hip snorted uncomfortably, and the horse's hoof with a large bowl mouth kept kicking on the ground.

This is the first time Chris has experienced a real battle. No matter how rich the knowledge in his mind, he will inevitably be a little nervous. Fortunately, in terms of numbers, this was only a battalion-level battle, and it did not exceed Chris's imagination.

"Our frontal infantry force is too small, there are less than 100 people! We can't let the enemy launch an attack! Otherwise we don't have the capital to deal with it!" Chris thought about the next tactics in his heart, with his fingers lightly on the hilt of the sword The beating. This is the habit of his last life. Every time he thinks, he likes to tap his fingers on hard objects.

The two hundred cavalry in his hand were used for subsequent counterattacks and for cleaning the battlefield. At this time, he could not easily join the battle.

Therefore, he does not have capital and the enemy to consume each other, and can only rely on firepower to defeat the opponent by surprise, and quickly evolve the decisive battle into a unilateral attack and kill.

"Order! The artillery fills the grenade! Five ammunition base...Ready to fire! Waiting for my order!" Chris thought of this, and leaned over and ordered a messenger next to him.

The messenger pulled on the reins and immediately went to convey Chris' order. At this moment, on the horizon, Mayne's phalanx began to slowly move forward with the accompaniment of war drums.