vstars Chapter 148: The Tragedy of the Aboriginals
Chapter 148: The Tragedy of the Aboriginals
The next morning, on the central plain of Midlan, the two armies were facing each other. Looking around, the entire hill was covered with Midlan soldiers, while on the plain not far from the hill, the indigenous legion formed a defensive formation in units of hundreds under the orders of the tribal chiefs.
Looking at the well-trained natives in the distance, the Western Legion Commander looked at his side. Except for the Black Watch Mercenary Group, which was relatively neat, the other mercenaries were gathered in their respective mercenary groups. Among these mercenary groups, the Legion Commander also saw old people, women, and children.
"Sure enough, these mercenaries are unreliable. Wasn't it agreed that they were all soldiers? Now they feel like a bunch of guerrillas." The legion commander complained secretly, but now no matter how much money he offered, he couldn't return it. He could only hope that these mercenaries would do the job for the money.
At this time, Charlie and his men rode by on horseback. Looking at the mercenary group he relied on the most, the legion leader asked anxiously:
"How is it? How confident are you that you can win?"
"As long as we can hold this hill and weaken the enemy with our formation and artillery, those natives will naturally retreat after suffering heavy casualties." Charlie heard the legion commander's concerns and assured him confidently.
"Woooooo-"
"The natives are attacking us! The natives are attacking us!"
Following a mercenary's cry and the hoarse sound of a horn from the opposite side, the natives on the opposite side raised their shields, maintained the shield formation and advanced towards the direction of the Midlan army.
"Mercenary captains, take your men back to their respective combat positions! Captain Charlie, please order the artillery to fire." The legion commander briefly reminded the mercenary captains and then gave orders to Charlie, which surprised Charlie.
"Commander, the native troops are so far away now. The artillery can't hit them even if we fire."
"Really? I've never used a cannon, but I just know that this thing can make a hole in the city wall after being fired." The legion commander explained awkwardly, and then after watching Charlie leave, he continued to observe the natives in the distance with a telescope, hoping to find flaws in the native army and bring the balance of victory closer to Midland.
When Charlie returned to the Blackwatch base, he found that the mercenaries had already run to their respective combat positions and were ready. As soldiers selected from the army, returning to their positions on time before the war began was a discipline that the soldiers had to abide by. This not only reflects the degree of unity of an armed force, but also saves time to execute the commander's next order. War is a race against time, and an army that misses the opportunity will never become a true elite.
"Soldiers, although the natives on the opposite side are several times more numerous than us, in my opinion, they are not worth mentioning at all. Don't look at them imitating the army's marching now. Once our cannons sound, the natives on the opposite side will immediately reveal their true colors and flee. That's when we will chase our prey!" After inspiring morale, Charlie asked the artillery commander next to him:
"How's the cannon getting ready?"
"The cannons are ready. When the natives get within a certain distance, I will have the long-barreled cannons fire for a while. When the natives are not far from the hill, I will have the organ cannons fire. As for the natives climbing the hill, let the Greek artillery vehicles deal with them."
After listening to the artillery commander's plan, Charles was very satisfied and then said:
"Okay! Just make your plan. Just be more accurate when the time comes. Whether we can win the entire battle depends on you."
As the native army got closer and closer to the mercenaries, the mercenaries' hearts were in their throats. Even though mercenaries' work was a bloody one, they were still unsure when facing these natives who had no idea how they could defeat the Midland army and had a large number of troops.
Finally, when the front line of the native army entered the range of the long-barreled artillery, the artillery commander shouted:
"Long-barreled gun, fire!"
Accompanied by the shouts of various artillery regiments and the sound of burning fuses, after more than twenty loud bangs, shells were fired from the cannons into the sky, and then shot towards the indigenous legion on the opposite side at an extremely fast speed. Except for one or two that hit the front of the indigenous legion, the other shells directly hit more than a dozen centuries in the middle of the legion.
As Charlie observed through the telescope, although there were not many changes in the entire indigenous army on the opposite side, the indigenous army that had just been attacked had been thrown into disarray. Many indigenous corpses and blood were left on the ground that had been bombarded, making it impossible for the indigenous century-man team behind to continue to move forward.
"Okay! Keep firing! Don't worry about the shells. Lord John spent a lot of money to make more than a hundred boxes of shells for us this time. They are all produced in the workshop in our forest territory. The quality is definitely guaranteed."
"Boom boom boom!"
As the artillery continued to roar, a large number of shells poured into the indigenous corps. The artillery commander deliberately ordered the artillery to aim at the center of the indigenous corps. In this way, although the indigenous corps in the center would collapse, fear would spread from the center to the surrounding areas and spread to the entire indigenous corps.
At this time, the native army was still marching forward under the artillery fire, but it was no longer in the same formation as at the beginning. Although the legion commander could not afford artillery, the dozen or so catapults that were put together temporarily also began to fire a large number of stones at the native army. The natives not only had to face the deadly artillery attack, but also had to watch out for the stones thrown from the sky. If they were not careful, they would be hit by the stones. Although the helmets blessed by the Son of God were strong, only some soldiers could wear such helmets. Those natives who joined halfway did not receive such treatment. If they could not get up in time after being knocked down by stones, they would be trampled to death by the centurions behind them.
Gradually, some natives began to choose to retreat in fear, but because they inherited the military discipline of the ancient empire, the entire legion set up an inspection team whose specific purpose was to kill those soldiers who escaped.
There is a policy from the top and a countermeasure from the bottom. When a native soldier in the army was injured and fell to the ground, the native soldiers next to him immediately carried him to the back without caring about his injuries. I think you have no objection to me sending the commander to the back to recuperate.
This move spread quickly throughout the army, and a large number of soldiers surrounded various officers and rushed to the rear.
"Quick! Quick! Someone's injured here!"
"There are some over there, hurry up and ship them back!"
"Take me one!"
This delivery really helped the Midlan people a lot. The native army was still several hundred steps away from the Midlan main camp. The officers in the front line were either dead or injured, and most of the uninjured were also transported back. The centuries without the management of officers and lacking soldiers soon could not maintain their formation and could only charge towards the Midlan people.
"Hurry up, we'll be there soon, hold on, people!" The only officers left in the front line of the natives could only manage several centuries by themselves, and they shouted loudly to let the natives charge towards the Midlan people under the artillery fire.
Seeing the natives getting closer and closer, the legion commander thought the time was almost up and shouted:
"Now! Push the grass ball out!"
Dozens of large spheres wrapped in hay were immediately pushed out from the position, each sphere was about two or three meters high.
"ignition!"
As the legion commander gave the next order, the grass balls were ignited by the soldiers with torches. The flames immediately spread to the entire sphere, turning the grass ball into a fireball.
"push!"
The soldiers used thick wooden sticks to hold the fireball. After using all their strength to poke the sticks at the fireball, the fireball was immediately pushed down the hill under the force from behind and rolled down the hillside at a very fast speed towards the ground below the hill.
The natives had never seen this before, and only realized they had to run away after the fireball rolled towards them. The front formation immediately collapsed under the attack of the fireball, and a large number of natives ran towards the 100-man team at the back. The huge flow of people broke up the formation at the back. When the natives at the back were confused, the sudden fireball hit them immediately, and the scorching flames burned their armor and skin. The sudden and intense pain immediately made them lose their minds and lie on the ground, corroded by the flames on their bodies.
There were also some smart people who avoided the fireball in time, but the flames from the fireball hit the wooden armor of the natives and immediately spread to the armor. The natives took off their armor while screaming and ran to the back.
The chiefs in charge of commanding the battlefield saw their tribesmen being routed and defeated by the weapons of the Midlan people. Although they were unwilling to accept this, they could only order their men to blow the horns of retreat.
With the low sound of trumpets resounding on the battlefield, the natives left behind countless corpses and could only hastily retreat with the survivors and the wounded. The native army that defeated the Midlan army finally suffered a great loss at the hands of the Midlan people.