Leiden and Garlon's hearts sank suddenly, because following the loud noise of the fire, there were screams one after another...
"Asshole!" Garlon slammed his right fist against the parapet. He didn't care about the pain on his fist. He turned around and called a general who was patrolling nearby. "Go! Beat the drum immediately and call them back!"
"Yes! General! I'll go right away!" After the deputy general turned around and ran away, Garlon gritted his teeth and punched the parapet again.
"The enemy is setting an ambush." Leiden said in a daze.
"Do I need to tell you that?" Garen angrily pushed Leiden, "Hurry up and close the door and prepare for battle!"
Leiden just nodded when he heard the sound of shouting and killing...
"Boom!" Another loud noise was heard, and the fire flashed and went out. Figures scattered and fell down, and the sounds of horses neighing and cries of pain and help were mixed together.
"Keep shouting! Don't stop!" Vulture shouted loudly and couldn't help laughing. Even though the Fourth Regiment was shouting murderously, no one left their position. It was dark ahead and there were mines buried by their own people. Vulture would never let his soldiers charge forward rashly and die.
"It's a pity that we can't see clearly because it's dark. Otherwise, we could fire a few mortars and all these guys who attack at night would be dead." Golden Wolf said to Vulture with regret.
"Don't worry, the mission of our Second Division is to hold the Canyon Pass. Of course, we have to do it better. Not only do we have to hold them off, but we also have to injure, weaken, and kill them!" Vulture clenched his right fist fiercely.
Golden Wolf nodded heavily...
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When a few more rays of moonlight shone through the clouds, Saibanda roared, "Kill!"
Then, a rain of arrows, javelins, and rocks flew down from the cliff, crashing into a group of soldiers who were crossing the dirt platform...
What Oddo worried about finally happened.
Standing next to Saibanda was his assistant Millett, who was also responsible for teaching Saibanda gladiatorial skills. He had been with Saibanda for the past ten years, so he could hear the joy contained in Saibanda's roar just now - it was a kind of relief and joy after long-accumulated depression was suddenly released.
Yes, Saibanda, who is only 28 years old this year, has been suppressed for too long.
If it weren't for his father's untimely death, even if Sebanda couldn't catch up with Garlon and Leiden, he wouldn't be far behind, because he showed extraordinary intelligence at a very young age. His military savvy amazed everyone in the family, and even his uncle Adolf Hitt looked at him with new eyes...
But the life that was valued, highly expected and carefully cultivated by the family came to an abrupt end that summer fifteen years ago.
That summer, his mother was killed by his father because of infidelity. Then, his father suddenly fell seriously ill and died after only two days in bed.
After his father's funeral, Saibanda discovered that the tribesmen's attitude towards him had completely changed. They became indifferent and superior, and even their eyes contained a hint of contempt and disgust...
Sebanda understood that this was because his mother's infidelity had caused everyone to doubt that he, Sebanda, was not of the Teller family's bloodline...
So, Sabanda locked himself up in a small house in the suburbs that his family allocated to him after taking back his father's mansion, and even reduced his living expenses to only one tenth of what they used to be.
Saibanda locked himself up for four years. Four years later, he met Millet, a master of gladiator techniques who had trained more than a dozen top gladiators.
But what really made Millet stay with Saibanda was not the salary that Saibanda offered, which was far from generous, but the confidence in Saibanda's eyes and his words - "One day, I will make the gods look up to me!"
Eight years ago, the 22-year-old Saibanda began to recruit people. As long as they were willing to follow him, no matter if they were the down-and-out children of a declining noble family, unemployed commoners, or simply vagrants, Saibanda would accept them all and keep them.
Finally, he recruited nearly 500 people, and then he decided to transform the people he recruited into all-round warriors who were proficient in various weapons. So he brought them all to the arena to learn fighting skills from the humble gladiators. He bought a piece of land and converted it into a training ground, and then he and his subordinates trained here regardless of wind or rain...
He equipped himself and each of his subordinates with a shield, a long bow, a quiver with forty feather arrows, two short javelins, a long sword and a dagger according to the standards of heavy infantry, so that they could change weapons according to different situations on the battlefield. All the shields were widened, lengthened and thickened so that they could form a "tortoise shell formation" to resist arrows and javelins.
These weapons, together with helmets, chain mail, knee pads, elbow pads, wrist guards, raincoats, oil lamps, three days of food, camping tools, etc., the total weight of the personal belongings that Saibanda and everyone under his command must carry is not much lighter than his own weight.
Unlike other legions, they had no slaves to carry their luggage, and they had to carry all their equipment on their backs, which of course seriously affected their marching speed. But at the same time, Saibanda, who did not want to sacrifice his speed, customized a set of tough training for himself and his subordinates - wearing and carrying a full set of equipment, running back and forth 30 miles every day, and then fighting and practicing formations to improve their physical fitness.
During training, there would always be soldiers who were exhausted and fell down, and some even vomited blood due to exhaustion, but Saibanda turned a blind eye to this because he felt that dying of exhaustion during training was better than being killed by the enemy on the battlefield. Six years later, only 301 of the original 500 soldiers remained. However, Saibanda was very satisfied because he had a real army, an army of 300 people. This army was far away from all occupations such as farming, breeding and business, and killing was their only mission...
A year ago, Saibanda brought these 301 people to find Adolf and asked to serve the family. However, to his disappointment, Adolf did not accept him and his small army. Instead, he gave Saibanda a few perfunctory encouragement and rewarded him with 200 gold coins, and then there was no further news.
After waiting for a month and a half without receiving any news, Sabanda had no choice but to leave Hulet City and return to Tianjuan Province with Millet and 301 of his subordinates. When passing through Samedaya City, one of his uncles kept him there and promised to give him the opportunity to serve the family and the empire. Then, Sabanda became one of the supervisors of the construction of the canyon retaining wall, supervising the construction of the retaining wall within a range of fifty miles on both sides of the deputy port.
Now, Sabanda finally got what he wanted - his appearance here was not a coincidence but deliberate, because he felt that after Tianjuan made such a big fuss, Assyria would definitely take action, and this deputy port area was the most likely breakthrough point.
What Saibanda could think of, the Tianjuan military naturally also thought of. The large village that the second commander sent soldiers to scout was actually a military camp with nearly 10,000 people stationed, and the original residents of the village had long since moved to the suburbs of Hulet City.
This military camp was built to guard against the Assyrian army landing from the deputy port. The reason why the second commander and others failed to detect the sentry post was because the job of arranging the sentry post was taken over by Saibanda from the military camp. This was of course easy to do because Saibanda's surname was Hit, and the Hit family is now absolutely popular.
After obtaining the authority to arrange sentry posts, Saibanda no longer considered himself a simple supervisor. He had the final say anyway, so he would not be satisfied with just standing guard and giving warnings...
The place was in chaos after the sudden attack. Although the dirt platform was spacious, there were too many people climbing up and the soldiers were almost squeezed forward. Although there were a few rays of moonlight hanging down at this moment, it was not enough for people to see the surrounding situation clearly.
In the chaos, some soldiers fell to the ground with wounds, while others died directly.
In the chaos, some soldiers rushed forward while others retreated.
Everyone could accurately determine the direction of the attack. In fact, there were a hundred and fifty enemies on the cliffs on both sides, shooting arrows, throwing javelins and stones at them frantically, raging like a storm...
The best weapon for killing soldiers is the javelin, a homemade wooden javelin with a sharp tip and a straight heavy shaft. It is also the easiest weapon to get, because Saibanda and his soldiers can make more than 20 javelins every day. Therefore, Saibanda and his soldiers each piled up a large pile of javelins behind them, and they could get them as soon as they turned around. The number of each pile was more than 100...
In the chaos, some soldiers rushed to the dirt road on the right side of the dirt field, some rushed to the small path on the left, and some rolled down the stone steps in the shoal of running back...
"Fire! Why not fire?!"
"I'm the battalion commander! Charge! Charge forward! Don't stop!"
"Save me! Someone save me!"
"Asshole! Asshole! Damn you, God-favored person!"
"There are ambushes on both sides! Don't crowd to the side! Charge forward!"
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When Wu Lai saw the torches suddenly lit up on the dock from afar, he became alert and immediately lay down on the bow of the boat.
"Bring me my gun box." Wu Lai waved to Caesar in the cabin behind him, then reached back and pulled off the telescope on his waist.
Caesar quickly handed the gun box behind Wu Lai. His movements were obviously a bit too big, and he caused the boat to sway again.
"Stop moving. Water is coming into the side of the boat." The stone wolf who was rowing couldn't help but remind Caesar. The spotted wolf who was sitting opposite him rowing smiled slightly, grabbed a small scoop and scooped out the water in the cabin.
"Lord, do you want to stop the boat?" asked the spotted wolf while scooping water.
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"No need to stop, they are our own people!" Wu Lai pulled the gun box strap and put it on his back. "They must have started fighting and are warning us."
As the spotted wolf nodded, a rumbling sound came to his ears.
"Lord, it's the sound of mortars!"
"Row faster!" Wu Lai frowned, raised his fire to warn people, and even used mortars, which showed that Odo encountered considerable resistance.
"Yes!" The stone wolf and the spotted wolf increased the speed of paddling.
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"Third Captain! Is the shield organized?!" Oddo asked anxiously.
"Ready!" replied the third captain.
"Use shields to cover mortars and shotguns to rush across the dirt field, reinforce the Second Regiment, and push the defensive positions on the dirt road forward. Fight steadily and steadily. Even if we can't take down the military camp, we must stop them from coming over." Oddo said loudly.
"yes!"
"Captain Four, Captain Five!" Oddo shouted.
"Division Commander!" The commanders of the fourth and fifth regiments responded.
"There are not many ambushes on the cliff. After the third regiment rushes over, you two regiments will continue to charge. After passing the dirt platform, take the path on the left and rush towards Samidaya. You must arrive at the designated location at the designated time." Oddo ordered.
"Yes! We guarantee to complete the mission!" The two captains answered with their chests puffed out.
"Sixth Captain!"
"Here! Commander, please give the order!"
"After the fourth and fifth regiments rush over, your regiment will serve as a reserve for the second and third regiments and wait for me to come over." Oddo said.
"Yes! I will make preparations immediately." The Sixth Regiment Commander replied.
"Go now!" Oddo said, and raised the telescope again. Now there were more than ten torches stuck in the earthen ground. Although this undoubtedly provided vision for the enemy, it could also avoid trampling and chaos on his own side. In addition, it also allowed him to see vague human figures on the cliffs on both sides.
"Commander, what about our regiment?" The regiment commander who was bandaging the wound asked hurriedly.
"The Second Regiment has suffered so many casualties. After you have bandaged them, retreat to the rocky beach below. After the people from the Sixth Division arrive, you take the rest of the people to escort the wounded back to Assyria," said Oddo.
"No, Commander! If this happens, the 1st Regiment will have no battle to fight!" The regiment commander was shocked and said quickly.
"What can we do if there is no battle to fight? Aren't we going to save the wounded? Aren't we going to collect the bodies of the fallen soldiers?" Oddo frowned. If the regiment hadn't been in too much chaos after the attack tonight, the situation wouldn't have been so bad. Now a large wave of enemy troops have come over, and they are still harassing people on the cliff. Although there are no area-of-effect weapons, forcing their way through will also cost lives. Moreover, the number of ambushed enemy troops is small and their positions are very scattered, so the mortar suppression effect is minimal.
"Division Commander, if the Second Regiment's intelligence is not wrong..." The First Regiment Commander was interrupted by Oddo as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Shut up! I will hold the Second Regiment accountable for any inaccuracies in the intelligence. You just need to obey orders!" Oddo frowned and said, "Have you forgotten what I said? Our First Division is the Assyrian First Division. Unity, obedience, and bravery are what every member of the First Division must do!"
"Yes! Commander! The regiment obeys your orders!"
"Don't worry about not having a battle. After you settle the wounded in Armenia, find a way to fill up the organization." Odo patted the shoulder of the regiment commander, "Then just catch up. I will send someone to pick you up when the time comes. But now your regiment cannot become a burden to the entire division."
"Yes! Thank you, commander!" The regiment commander was immediately overjoyed.
The third regiment quickly passed the dirt field and rushed to the dirt road on the right.
The fourth and fifth regiments ran across the dirt platform and plunged into the small path on the left.
Immediately afterwards, the Sixth Regiment rushed into the earthen ground.
"Stop! Stop!" Saibanda shouted loudly, and Millet took out a horn and blew it...