Six large red flags were waved at the same time at Broken Blade Mountain. When the scattered signalmen from each division saw the red flags being waved, they immediately sent out flag signals...
Immediately, except Odo, Pele, Sarres, Ptolemy, Pompey, and Isaac drew their swords and pointed them at the city of Menia.
"Charge!" they shouted.
"Charge!" the soldiers roared.
"Alert!" Oddo shouted a different order.
Amid the roars, each division raised hundreds of pigeon flags. The single silver pigeon on the top of the flagpole was taken from Woolley's family crest - this meant that they were Woolley's direct descendants and would absolutely obey only Woolley's leadership.
It is worth mentioning that Wu Lai did not approve of the divisions doing this, so the appearance of these pigeon flags was considered a collective disobedience by the divisions...
The roar made the defenders in the moat area feel nervous and stressed, especially when they saw the Assyrian army approaching in neat steps and formations.
"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!" Amid the commands that came one after another, the sounds of bows and crossbows being drawn, the sounds of crossbows being pulled, the sounds of responses, and the sounds of footsteps merged into one in the three ring fortifications around the city.
Hatra put down the telescope, turned around and waved his hand: "Drum!"
"Yes!" A deputy general answered loudly, turned around and waved the flag. A melodious horn sounded immediately, followed by the sound of the big drum on the city wall.
“All in! All in! All in!”…
“All in! All in! All in!”…
When the soldiers on the moat heard the drumbeats, they all became more spirited, clenched their weapons tighter, and a hint of fanaticism flashed across their eyes.
"Long live God's favor!" a deputy general shouted, raising his sword.
"Long live God's favor! Long live God's favor!" The soldiers in the fortifications responded loudly.
"Good!" Hatra on the city gate tower clenched his fist excitedly, "Morale is good!"
At the same time, Pu Tong, who was riding a horse in the queue, curled his lips, slowly raised his sword above his head, turned it twice, and then pointed diagonally to the left.
The adjutant, who was more than ten steps away, saw this and shouted loudly, "Plan 3! Plan 3!"
"Yes! The third plan!"
"Prepare the third plan!"
"Prepare for a third plan! Be alert!"
As the regiments under Pu Dong's command were passing on orders, the shouts from the defenders' positions became more uniform and louder, and the soldiers entered a state of frenzy.
"Your Highness! The morale of our army is high, all thanks to your good teaching." The deputy general next to Hatra said with a smile.
Hartla smiled triumphantly and waved his hand: "Go, tell the drummers to beat the drums more evenly."
"Yes, Your Highness." The deputy general nodded, turned around and ran out.
Soon, the sound of drums and slogans merged together. Four drum beats and one slogan. If only hundreds or thousands of people were shouting, it might not make much of a difference. But when tens of thousands of people were shouting to the beat of the drums at the same time, the momentum was truly terrifying...
"All in, all in!" "Long live the God!"
"All in, all in!" "Long live the God!"
Bailey, Sales, Pompey, and Isaac all frowned. Previously, the divisions had slowly approached the defenders in neat formations, which was a kind of morale suppression. Unexpectedly, before they approached the enemy within 1,500 steps, the enemy's morale had already been mobilized. The thunderous shouts could be heard from two or three miles away and penetrated their own army formation. It seemed like a counterattack...
It’s a pity that we are not allowed to bring artillery today, otherwise we could fire a few shots at him... These generals actually had this idea at the same time.
But even though the enemy's shouts were deafening, the six divisions continued to advance slowly, with neat steps and no disorder in their formation.
After a while, Pu Tong's Sixth Division was the first to approach the thousand-step range.
"Stop!" Pu Tong raised his sword and shouted when he was 500 steps away from the enemy. More than ten large flags were waved beside him and the Sixth Division stopped abruptly.
A distance of five hundred steps was enough to avoid the defenders' most powerful crossbows.
"Form up!" After the shouts of commanders at all levels came one after another, each regiment made adjustments and raised their regimental flags one after another.
The regiment flag is raised, indicating that everything is ready.
Pu Tong squinted his eyes and listened to the shouts of the Tianjuan Army for a while. Suddenly he grinned and said to the adjutant beside him: "Guess, will they be angry soon?"
The adjutant chuckled and nodded repeatedly.
"Let's get started!" Pu Tong said as he raised his sword and turned it twice, then pointed diagonally to the left! "Your Highness, why did they stop?" The deputy general pointed to the Sixth Division 500 steps ahead and asked curiously.
"Who knows? But as long as they dare to charge, humph, they will be looking for death!" Hatra said hatefully. He had already seen the flag of the army in front of him. It was this army that had captured him and sent him to the city of Assyria.
In the fortification circle outside the city wall, almost all the defenders reached the peak of fanaticism. Their eyes flashed with hostility, their hearts were beating faster, and every one of them felt that they were full of strength and courage...
The drumbeats continued—"Tung-tung-tung!"
Shouts echoed in unison—"Long live the favor of God!"
"All in, all in!" "Long live the God!"
Come on! Assyrian cowards! Let me tear you to pieces! They roared in their hearts...
"All, all, all!"
"Long live the favor of God!"
“Hahahahaha! Hahahaha!” The Sixth Division suddenly burst into earth-shaking laughter! That’s right, laughter! The laughter was wild and sarcastic, and there was a hint of disdain in the hysteria…
“All in, all in!” “Long live God’s favor!” “Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!”
Amid the laughter, the soldiers, weapons, and flags in the front rows of the Sixth Division were shaking all over. It looked like they were laughing so hard that they were bent over, as if they had seen or heard the funniest thing in the world.
"All, all, all!"
"Long live the favor of God!"
“Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!”
Hatra frowned because he found that the shouts of his soldiers were still a little weaker.
"Keep on beating the drum!" Hattera shouted, waving his arms.
"Tong tong tong tong!" As soon as the drums sounded, the laughter of the Sixth Division interrupted them and broke out before the shouts of "Long live God's favor" were heard.
"Hahahahaha! Hahahaha!" Then, the defenders' response became a little weaker...
After five more drums, the defenders' shouts stopped for the most part...
"General, no, my voice is almost hoarse." The adjutant came close to Pu Tong and shook his head.
"You useless thing, keep shouting! Keep shouting! Pinpoint the beat of their drums and shout until they get scared!" Pu Tong glared and shouted loudly.
"Yes, General!"
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Bailey and other divisions also stopped at a distance of 500 steps to reorganize. Even if it was just a feint attack today, it did not mean that they could rush forward in a disorderly manner. Moreover, the morale of the enemy was high now, and a head-on charge would not be a good idea.
"Shield soldiers, move forward!"
"Lancers, take over!"
"Ranger shoots and moves on both wings!"
Various commands were given one after another, and the various arms moved and formed up in an orderly manner...
"I don't believe these guys can keep shouting all day long!" As soon as Pompey shouted in hatred, the enemy's shouting weakened a lot.
"Huh?" Pompey was stunned and quickly turned sideways to listen.
"Tung tung tung!" The drumbeats were still exciting.
"Long live God's favor!" But the voice became two points weaker.
"You've shouted yourself hoarse, haven't you?!" Pompey laughed, drew his sword and pointed it forward fiercely, "Big shield soldiers! Charge!"
The shield soldiers of each regiment, which had already lined up at the front of the army, responded in unison. Amid the roaring responses, nearly 3,000 shield soldiers of the Eighth Division simultaneously ducked their bodies, grasped the handles with both hands, lowered their shoulders, and rushed towards the enemy's fortifications with their large shields on their shoulders.
At the same time, apart from the Sixth Division, which was still using its laughter to fight back against the enemy's morale, the Fourth Division, the Fifth Division, and the Annan Division were all doing the same thing...
"Crossbow ready!"
"Archers ready!"
"Crossbowmen prepare to engage the enemy!"
"Shield and sword soldiers, ready!"
The shouts that came one after another immediately replaced the previous responses and praises...
"Charge!" The Assyrian divisions' shield soldiers roared and marched towards the enemy's fortifications...
From that moment on, shouts, orders, the sounds of strings being pulled, arrows flying, crossbows being fired, arrows hitting large shields, and the friction of armor as soldiers moved mixed into a rolling torrent that lasted until the evening...
As the setting sun struggled but helplessly to reveal its last rays of light behind the distant mountains, cheers broke out in the Tianjuan Army's positions, because the Assyrian army had withdrawn, and it had withdrawn quickly and cleanly, without even leaving a single corpse behind...
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"Your Highness, the battle reports have been compiled." A deputy general pushed the door open and reported.
"Just tell me the general idea." Hartla huddled in the soft chair, frowning and closing his eyes, pressing his forehead gently with his right hand. He had been giving orders for most of the day in a highly tense environment, which really made him feel a little exhausted.
"Yes, Your Highness." The deputy general opened the battle report, glanced at it briefly, and said loudly, "First, the enemy's attack today numbered about 150,000. Second, the enemy troops in the southeast and west charged seven or eight times, but were all repelled. Third, our army suffered a total of 205 deaths and 379 injuries. Fourth, the enemy's casualties were more than 2,000, but because our army failed to obtain the bodies..."
"... Tenth, the north is unusually quiet today, and the enemy seems to be intent on giving up the passage. Eleventh, our army has consumed half of its large and small crossbows and feather arrows today. Your Highness, these are the only statistics in today's battle report." The deputy general closed the battle report.
Hatra frowned and said uncertainly: "Such a big battle, such a small loss, and we have spent so much. Is the enemy a feint?"
The deputy general hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Highness, should we send out scouts to take a look in the north?"
"Well, send them. Just tell them to be smart." Hatra nodded and waved his hand, "Send a message to all the generals. After the defense is arranged, come to me immediately. Also, warn them to arrange the defense first before coming."
"Yes, Your Highness." The deputy general nodded, turned around and left quickly.
"Half of it was consumed in one day. Humph, Wuleglindo, it seems that you want to engage in a war of attrition with me." Hartra narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.
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"You played well today." Wu Lai glanced at the generals and said with a smile, "Tell us what you have gained."
"It's nothing actually. We just seized some arrows and crossbows. At that time, I was thinking, no wonder you, Lord, said we don't need to bother with these. It turns out that the Tianjuan Army had already prepared them for us. Anyway, the archers are so happy that they should be dividing them up now." Bailey said happily.
Sarres also smiled and said, "Our formation and momentum are strong, and the enemy dare not approach the fortifications. However, under the hail of arrows, casualties are inevitable. The Fifth Division only lost more than 20 people and injured about 100 people. After a short counterattack, the enemy suffered more casualties than our division. I estimate that the casualties of other divisions should be similar."
Pompey laughed: "Our Eighth Division is stronger than your Fifth Division. The main reason is that the big shield soldiers of the Shield Battalion were so confused that they actually rushed into the enemy's fortifications. It almost became a real attack. I really felt it was a pity at the time. If it wasn't a feint attack, maybe my place would have become a breakthrough point."
Wu Lai smiled and nodded. Broken Blade Mountain was high above the ground, and with the help of a large telescope, he could naturally get a general idea of what had happened on the battlefield.
"In such a situation, you were able to decisively feign defeat and retreat from the enemy's fortifications. Pompey, your battalion is pretty good." After Wu Lai finished praising him, he turned his head and looked at Pu Tong, who had been silent since he came in. "What's wrong with you today, Pu Tong? You don't even say a word? Who made you angry?"
Pu Tong was startled, and quickly pushed Isaac aside and rushed in front of Wu Lai. It would have been fine if he hadn't opened his mouth, but once he opened his mouth, everyone laughed out loud - this guy's voice was so hoarse that every word seemed to come from an indescribable place...
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After reading the letter again, Epicurus rubbed his brows and said to his adjutant, "Go tell that Childe that I will only allow him to come in alone. If he dares to enter the Red Valley Bay Fortress alone, we can still talk."
"Yes, General, I will go out and talk to the Tianjuan delegation immediately." The adjutant agreed.