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They were as passionate as fire, shining with eyes and fearlessness. The soldiers regarded them as idols and gods, cursing them viciously while charging with them.

What Andre and Alpad can do, and Winters can do, and no one can question his courage.

But he is different from the other two in his heart.

Therefore, in the face of blood and death, he became silent and withdrawn. The more he experienced, the more he was like this, just as the self-protection subconsciousness completely closed some of his emotions.

Not far away from Winters, the tall and thin gentleman [Jacob Green], who was determined to write an epic, looked at the battlefield with trembling all over his body, secretly observing the expression of Winters Montane, secretly guessing the latter's inner world.

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Because the level of militia training is extremely limited, the formation of each company and battalion of the Tiefeng County Army is very well equipped with the "square formation" commonly used by the army, but is closer to the "horizontal formation" of the classical era.

That is, the company of 120 people is arranged in the form of [15 columns] [8 rows], with four companies in each battalion being arranged side by side,

A total of 480 people was deployed into a [60X8] formation, and both sides of the battalion-level horizontal formation were protected by horse-rejecting horses and fences.

During the war, everyone stood in the same direction and followed the military flag.

The depth of the 8th platoon was obviously a bit thin for the militia, but Winters needed to occupy as much width as possible.

Because the total width of the battlefield is close to one kilometer, it is even more deadly than being broken through the front and being detoured.

Moreover, the temporarily recruited militias cannot implement the rotation tactics of the Ancient Empire Legion. Only two situations will occur after the battle: "surge" and "scattered in a hurry", and the depth is less important.

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Under the attack inside and outside, the [Fourth Company of Xiaoshi Town], which was the first to take the enemy, was almost at a loss.

No one of the militias who had been trekking here all the way had planned to escape from the beginning - why wait until now to escape?

Hate, authority, desire... They stepped into the battlefield because of various motives. No one is "ordinary". If everyone's joys and sorrows can be sorted into words, it will be a heavy epic.

But in the giant vortex on the battlefield, they are extremely small and powerless.

First there was a little collapse, then the company, followed by the battalion.

The Terdon cavalry used scimitars and spears to drive the defeated troops to flee to the adjacent battalions, but they soon encountered the first obstacle - the fences and wooden stakes between battalions.

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Left wing, the second front.

Seeing hell come to the world, monkey and Doug's palms were cold and their limbs were limp.

A trench was dug in front of both fronts.

The defeated soldiers first fled east and west, blocked by fences and wooden stakes. So they fled back and stamped their feet on the edge of the second trench.

Suddenly, the defeated soldiers jumped into the trench.

The grim barbarian raised his scimitar and slashed it down. The young man standing in front of the trench and cried for help had a skull that was sagging and lost his strength in an instant.

The monkey watched the body of a child younger than him fall into the trench, and his heartbeat stopped.

The soldier [Lu Xirong] had no expression on his face and seemed to be completely untouched. He pulled out his longbow and shot an arrow into the cheek of the grim barbarian: "Turn away and resist the horse!"

The barbarian fell off his horse and was not dead yet. The old soldier drew his bow and arrow, and for some reason he turned around and shot at another barbarian.

The monkey swallowed and dared not look again.

When digging the trench, the company commander specially ordered two meters to be left every twenty meters without digging as a passage, so that three people and two horses could be allowed to run in parallel.

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"Don't poke people!" The company commander grabbed a rifle like a tug of war and wrestled with the barbarians, yelling: "Kill the horses! Poke their horses!"

Another scimitar extends from above the fence and swings it towards the company commander.

The monkey's company commander seemed to have forgotten that he could dodge. He just held the gun tightly, watching the blade land on his stiff body, chopping off his left shoulder in half.

The knife was stuck in the bone, and the monkey's company commander staggered to the ground, and the panicked militia dragged him back.

The monkey's company commander was still shouting shrillly: "Post their horses!"

Between the two fences, Natelton had replaced another horse. He also ordered at the top of his lungs: "[Hed] Pull the fence! Pull the fence!"

However, except for a few confidants around him, almost no tribe responded to him.

When the battle enters a state of extreme bloodiness and disorder, the humans in it often do the same thing over and over again, just like being possessed.

The person who shoots the arrows will keep firing arrows, shooting arrows, shooting arrows...

The person who chops will keep chopping, chopping, chopping...

People who poke will keep poking, pricking, pricking...

Because doing something repeatedly can bring people a sense of security.

When people face the ultimate threat, only instinct is left, even the weakest sense of security is as unavoidable as addiction.

This is what is called "killing with red eyes".

People will not be "red-eyed" because of killing. They are so scared that they lose their ability to think, leaving only the reflexive movements of repeated killing movements.

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The first front line of the left wing was only one step away from a complete collapse, but the momentum of the Terdon cavalry was also delayed.

From beginning to end, Winters gave no orders to both wings.

This is not a company-level battle that can be controlled by the arm and fingers by using [sound amplification]. The army of tens of thousands of people has been fully launched, and the communication difficulty increases sharply as the battlefield range expands.

Any command that exceeds two sentences cannot be transmitted by manpower if there is no preset signal in advance.

Even if they can communicate efficiently, untrained militias are not able to perform complex tactical maneuvers.

Winters did not order the troops of the two wings because the tasks on the two wings had been issued in advance:

"hold fast"

Give up mobility, abandon offensive ability, surround yourself with trenches and horses, set up an iron barrel-like formation, and fight the cruelest war of attrition.

The fire-growing agent may choose to encircle instead of attacking and divide his troops to cut off Winters' food route; or they may choose to face the battle with Winters head-on.

No matter how the fire-grower chooses, Winters has a corresponding plan.

But a real decisive battle is what Winters wants - I'm afraid the firefighter wants it.

In imperial language, the term [battle] is derived from [massacre], and this alone is enough to illustrate the nature of the main battle.

It is the cruelest solution and the most straightforward solution.

This [Telfeng County-Teltown Battle], which is not sure whether it should be considered a war or a battle, has brought too much torture.

Deep down in both sides, they longed for pain and ended everything with real swords and guns.

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Left wing, the first front.

Although the Terdun tribe suffered heavy losses in the Battle of the Great Wilderness, the true family of the Fire-Burgers, the fierceness of the Khan Tent, is still far from any barbarian who has seen before.

The heavy armored cavalry pulled out seven fences in a row and rushed back and forth in the narrow war zone between the two trenches. The militias in Tiefeng County were almost defeated when they lost the cover of fortifications.

The front line on the left wing was only the west-most battalion and the east-most half battalion were barely held on the fortifications.

When the armored soldiers rushed forward, the armorless riders responsible for cover were also pouring into the trench.

Before we knew it, the area between the two trenches became more and more crowded.

The guard leader wearing a quiver on his waist and a golden helmet strangled his war horse, pulled off his sweaty helmet, and panted and looked around the battle situation:

It was very smooth to fight east and west, but the next trench in the south could not be taken down for a long time.

And these trenches are like fine-mouthed bottles—easy to enter and cannot get out;

The war drums were still roaring, and the leader of the guard became more and more uneasy, galloping and scolding: "[Hede] Don't go in again! Go south! Go to the second trench! Go west! Go to the back of the two legs! Don't go in again!"

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Left wing, the second front.

The battle in the camp where the monkey is located has also entered a white-hot stage.

Natelton whipped and pulled hard again, and took away the still alive soldiers one after another.

The monkey thought the war had won, but soon the barbarian returned with a lasso.

The Teltons were effectively commanded, and they fixed the ropes to the saddle, picked the fence and the horse with their spears, and dragged a row in one breath.

Correspondingly, the company commander of the monkey had withdrawn from the battle due to serious injuries, and the company where the monkey was located was in a mess.

Seeing that the fence was about to be pulled out, the soldier Lucirong shouted in despair: "Fight with them!"

After saying that, he raised his flail and rushed out of the fence. Some militias inspired by Lucirong's bravery also rushed out.

The monkey's blood was rising, and he wanted to charge bravely, but his legs were out of control.

It was at this time that the monkey realized that he was not the kind of person he imagined.

Then, he saw his friend climbing the fence.
To be continued...