Chapter 704 Failure

"They're defeated!"

The orc cavalry couldn't conquer the phalanx and retreated to the ground in a panic, while the Austrian army cheered loudly.

Many officers and soldiers who had retreated all the way here couldn't believe this scene.

Just now, they were just fighting the enemy with their blood and courage, and their heads were clenched by fear and tension and they had no time to think.

It was not until the dust raised by the enemy's horses' hooves got farther and farther away that they woke up from a dream.

Many people couldn't suppress their excitement and roared hysterically.

"Each formation should restrain the soldiers and enforce strict discipline. No action is allowed without orders."

Schroeder immediately issued an order to prevent these guys from doing anything that would give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.

"The Northwesters withstood the orcs' attack!"

The knights of the capital city who gathered around Catherine expressed their sincere admiration.

They saw clearly that the main target of the orc cavalry was the two Northwesterly phalanxes in the middle. The enemy was like a pack of wolves, and they were biting them madly. The intensive offensive once blocked the sight of the surrounding friendly forces.

But the phalanx of the Northwesters was like a tenacious reef, standing firm under the waves.

"Is the orcs' retreat real?"

Catherine frowned. She still remembered that in the Sunset Valley, it was the orcs' feigned retreat that lured the Austrian infantry to advance recklessly, which eventually became the beginning of a series of failures for the Kingdom's army.

When the orcs' flank cavalry rushed up, the Royal Capital Knights had a brief fight with the other side. Since the other side only came to cover the main force's retreat, the two sides did not engage in a large-scale fight and soon broke contact.

At this time, they received a notice from Schroeder - to cover the infantry's advance on the flank.

The Austrian infantry immediately changed their formation, from the original hollow phalanx to a column, and began to advance forward, accompanied by artillery.

The three-pound and six-pound light artillery relied on manpower to push forward, while the heavier artillery relied on horse traction to move.

Because they were advancing in coordination with the artillery, the infantry moved relatively slowly, but those heavy metal pipes gave them a strong sense of security.

The Arda camp in the middle maintained a very strict formation and could be transformed into the previous hollow square at any time.

Friendly infantry followed them cautiously on the side and rear, and the cavalry provided cover outside, with the same speed as the infantry's advance, firmly guarding the left and right wings.

The entire Austrian army was like a steamroller, heavy and slow, but rolling forward and unstoppable.

"Lev Squad assembled here!"

"Grug, Resa!"

"I'm here, Grug died in battle!"

The orc positions were filled with shouts one after another, and horses came and went, carrying their masters to find their partners and superiors.

The previous failed attacks and hasty retreats left the cavalry teams in chaos.

Just as they were reorganizing their formation, the advancing Austrian army stopped - the artillery's range could reach the orcs again.

The six-pound and below artillery was deployed very quickly, while the heavy artillery was slower, and the fatal blow immediately fell on the orc army.

The shells whistled in, and those places where people and horses gathered were given special attention. The war horses fled in panic, causing widespread chaos, and the formation that was finally arranged became chaotic again. Those cavalrymen who could control the war horses had to disperse and distance themselves from each other to reduce the probability of being hit by shells.

"The orcs' spirit is gone, and their formation has become loose. If our left and right wing cavalry attack together, they will definitely be defeated quickly."

Behind the Austrian infantry formation, several knights running from the flanks conveyed the proposals of their respective lords to Paul.

Paul frowned and asked his chief of staff: "Schroeder, what do you think?"

Schroeder swallowed his saliva, "It involves changing the overall combat plan, so you should make the decision. I am only responsible for the implementation of the details."

Paul could sense that the chief of staff also vaguely agreed with this proposal.

Relying on the power and range advantages of firearms, they fought steadily and cautiously, step by step, until the orcs could no longer bear the casualties and withdrew from the battlefield - this was the battle strategy set before the battle.

Although they could only achieve a small victory, for the Austrian army that had retreated all the way here, even the smallest victory was precious.

And a failure would cause the kingdom army that had just stabilized its position to collapse again, and it would also be a huge blow to the fledgling Arda army.

What Paul needed was a 100% guaranteed victory, no matter how big or small. Under such a heavy burden, he hated anything outside the plan.

But... he raised the telescope, and the small lens showed the situation on the enemy's position.

When the orcs first arrived, the army was neat, the fighting spirit was high, and the momentum was like a rainbow, which made people tremble with fear.

But now they are in a mess. Perhaps they still maintain the fighting spirit, but more of them are impatient and impatient because they cannot win.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

If we wipe out this cavalry, we will cut off the orcs' claws reaching to the northwest. The temptation is too great.

Paul tapped his finger on the lens tube, struggling violently.

Time passed by minute by minute until the orcs' horns sounded again on the battlefield - they launched a second charge.

"Okay, gentlemen, go back and tell your superiors to fight according to the original plan first."

Paul's hesitation made the possible opportunity disappear.

After receiving the reply, the lords who made the suggestion all shook their heads in disappointment.

"He lacked enough courage after all, and lost a good opportunity for battle in vain."

"Our commander lost the opportunity to make himself shine in history books."

"Although Earl Graman is young, he is more cautious than some old guys."

The lords complained again and again while commanding the soldiers to meet the second charge of the orc cavalry.

But this time they were undoubtedly much more relaxed. It was right to let the artillery move forward and bombard the enemy. Although the orcs had red eyes and each of them was fierce, because they hurriedly formed a team under the threat of artillery shells, the offensive was no longer as tight and strict as last time.

Out of caution, the Austrian infantry still urgently switched to a hollow square, bayonet, charge, shoot, and different rows of soldiers in the square performed their duties. The enemy cavalry circled around them again and again, and finally left another circle of corpses and retreated helplessly. The second attack was repelled again.

But it was only the attack of the orcs on the Austrians that stopped, while the Austrians did not stop attacking the orcs. The artillery started firing again, and the shells kept chasing the enemy until they exceeded the maximum range.

"General, please select a group of the bravest warriors for me to attack with me again!"

The orc warrior Waddler came to the commander in a rage, waving the sword given to him by Callum.

After two consecutive failed attacks, his companions had lost their morale and were in a very low mood.

Waddler was very angry and regarded these guys as cowards. When he rebuked them, he was immediately retorted, "Since you are so brave, why didn't you rush into the bayonets of humans? If you did, we would definitely follow you without hesitation."

Waddler was speechless, but was it his fault? He was not afraid of death, but it was too difficult to convince the four-legged beast under his crotch to die bravely. As soon as the horse saw the glaring bayonet, it turned around and hid.