At seven o'clock in the morning on May 29, the Saxon security forces discovered the strange movements of the Prussians and Romans. There was no doubt that this was a prelude to the enemy's attack.

The Elector of Saxony was very dissatisfied with being called out from the countryside early in the morning, and was now throwing a tantrum in the camp. But it didn't matter whether the Elector was present in the army, because Count Steinau was here.

Count Steinau asked his attendants to help him get dressed. Standing in the mirror of the tent, he took a careful look at the beard around his mouth. Then he asked his attendants to help him put on his shoulder straps and medals. These medals were what he had dedicated his life to.

The honor of struggle. As a Bavarian count, he did not lack real estate, but equally, as a nobleman,

A nobleman with ideals, he was not willing to get under women's skirts all day long. He cast his eyes on the long sword handed over by the attendant. It had a gold hilt and expensive ivory. He could hold it in his hand.

Feeling the warm and delicate feel, after pulling it out, the sword body still has exquisite texture. This is a reward given to him by the Holy Roman Emperor.

Count Steinau still remembers that exciting moment in his life. The admiration, envy, and jealous eyes around him made him feel that the suffering he had experienced in this life was worth it. The despair in Mainz was not worth mentioning at all. Similarly, the man lying in a mess piled up

On the table with a lot of things, the green marshal's scepter with golden stars was the pinnacle of his life. When he held this scepter, he walked in Saxony and shuttled between banquets.

Here, all the women were attracted to him, and all the men envied him and wanted to be like him. However, he did not achieve this achievement without paying a price. In Poland, he competed with the most outstanding generals in Northern Europe at that time.

There were wins and losses, but only the young Swedish king gave him a feeling of edge. But now, before the war started, he felt uneasy.

The two armies were about to fight in Leipzig. The Elector of Saxony, at his suggestion, transferred 1,300 men from Dresden, and then transferred troops to Dresden from other places, so that the Saxons had 14,000 men.

Three hundred people, although his cautious advice made the fellow marshal Wackerbas laugh at him as cowardly as a mouse, but fortunately the elector did as he said.

Count Steinau knew very well the character of his elector, that is, everything was focused on preserving Saxony. If he had been with the elector at that time, even if he knew he would be rejected, he would have suggested that the elector send four of his men.

Thousands of cavalry galloped to Dresden and split into two. One group pretended to be in the rear to intercept the enemy's retreat, and the other group was in front to squeeze the enemy's movement space. Then they waited for the enemy to retreat without a fight.

It’s just that the Elector of Saxony has great ambitions. He wants to occupy Anhalt and swallow up half of Prussia. Naturally, it is impossible for him to be held back by this enemy army. It is even more impossible for his territory to be invaded.

was accepted. So after the enemy army jumped out of the encirclement, Count Steinau felt that there was at least a half chance of a head-on collision with the enemy. Because the Elector of Saxony would never allow him to retreat without making a try.

In other words, it would be best if you can win this time. If you can't win, then at least the combat effectiveness of the entire army must be preserved! Calmly arrange the retreat. This is not difficult to do. Because of his suggestion, the Saxons fought against one out of fourteen thousand.

The 7,000-strong invading Prussian royalist coalition was not yet at an absolute disadvantage in numbers. More importantly, the Saxons had a huge number of cavalry!

Whether attacking or retreating, this will be very beneficial for the next battle!

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Prussian line troops in blue and white military uniforms marched to the beat of neat drums and faced the morning breeze. Together with the white and green Saxon troops, they appeared in a village near Leipzig. This is where Fat Hippias chose.

battlefield.

Our Roman army stands in the middle of the line of the Prussian Royalist coalition.

Below the shining double-headed eagle with spread wings is the eagle flag emblem of the 33rd Spartan Legion. This army from Anatolia chose a galloping war horse as the lucky symbol of the legion.

Different from the bright red coat uniforms and white linings of the second-line army, the first-line army wears knee-length leather boots and a thickened light purple and pink vest above the black breeches. It is the kind of second-line army that wears knee-length leather boots.

The double-breasted vest worn by the restaurant messenger in the 11th century. The Ma family wore a white shirt on the inside and tight sleeves with long hem on the outside.

He wears a lavender jacket with a large open collar made of black fabric. The weapon belt and shoulder straps hold the jacket in place. The officers are also dressed similarly, but the long coat has become a large windbreaker with shoulder straps.

There are even more epaulettes on his chest, and his hands are protected by long leather gloves. There is also a dark purple cloak clasped diagonally on the shoulder from the left side.

"Sir, I don't quite understand why we, as the center of the entire army, need to be so desperate?" Hippias expressed confusion about the huge concession I made to the Prussians last night.

"Then where do you think our troops should be placed? On the left wing, on the right wing, or on the second line? That way we will be suspicious of each other before the fight begins. When the two armies are connected, any suspicion, hesitation, and deliberate delay may lead to failure.

Now we are responsible for the defense in the middle, but at this price we have also exchanged the mobilization of more than 2,000 Prussians from two regiments. Isn't this great?"

The Prince of Dessau sent his second son Moritz with his two regiments to my command, and now the young man was carefully looking at the Saxons with a single-tube telescope.

"But the Saxons have at least four thousand cavalry!"

Hippias is right. As early as when we were besieged, we discovered that among the main force led by King Geli himself, the proportion of cavalry in the Saxon army was very high, even as high as one to three. As expected, it has always been

Saxony is famous for its cavalry and knights.

"Leon!"

"exist!"

The two Leon responded in unison, and then their eyes widened in surprise.

"My adjutant of the legion." My shout made the guard Leon step back knowingly, "Can the 33rd Spartan Legion withstand the same number of cavalry charges?"

Leon Comnenus laughed: "It's not like you have never seen the little red man charging with cavalry, of course you can!"

"Little Red Man" is a word derived from the clothing worn by the second-line army and the third-line army and used to address new recruits. I nodded: "Go to the front line."

"It is an honor to serve Rome!"

"Hey, Your Excellency, I say there is something very wrong with the way your platoon is arranged! You can just put our two regiments of infantry together, but how can you keep only one battalion in each regiment as a reserve?

Our middle line of defense is too thin, and we don’t even have any reserves. If the battle is tight, the left and right wings will not be able to send reinforcements to assist in the defense even if they want to!" Moritz rode up and said.

"Are you also worried that we are not thick enough and can be easily broken through?" I asked, but Moritz rolled his eyes.

"nonsense."

This old boy really doesn't have the self-cultivation of his father at all.

"Have you ever heard of the famous Roman saying about the Roman legions from the Anatolian region?"

"No!"

"The Romans from Anatolia have only done two things for the great empire since 1207. First, we formed the Roman legions. Second, we entered the front line to win victory for Rome." I just finished speaking.

, I heard the legion adjutant shouting in an excited voice from the front of the line, "The 33rd Spartan Legion!"

"The 33rd Spartan Legion of the Roman Empire!"

“Here!!!”

"My companions, we, as the Roman army, will represent Rome, in the distant time of Augustus, a thousand years after the defeat of the Elbe River, and once again penetrate so far into Europe! What legion has such strength as ours?

Honor? No! Do you feel it? Honor! Power! And glory!! But I believe this is just the beginning, greater glory is still waiting for us to win! And today, right now, there is such an opportunity, a greater

The greatest glory is right in front of us! That is to defeat the enemies over there!!! Kill them all! In this way, our 33rd Spartan Legion will not only be the first legion to return to Europe, but also the first to win for Rome.

The victorious legion! Yes, brothers, companions, warriors, Romans!!! Wash away the shame of the Roman Empire in the Teutoburg Forest. In the future, our deeds will become eternal! There is no greater glory for us than this.

A chance for great Rome!!!"

This descendant of Anna Komneno pulled the anxious horse around twice on the lawn: "But you must also remember! Today! On today's battlefield, the 33rd Spartan Legion must win! Once it fails,

This will bring shame to the entire 33rd Spartan Legion! Not only will the Empire regard the 33rd Spartan Legion as

Shame, even after your death, your family will be spurned in the future! And other legions will tell the recruits that our 33rd Spartan Legion is the first to hold the eagle flag.

The legion that returned to Europe was also the first legion to be defeated! Do you want such a scene to happen???"

"If you don't want to! Then, the 33rd Spartan Legion! Even if you die, you must remember the definition of all Spartan Legions given by Emperor Reinstein: No matter how many enemies there are, we only ask where they are, and then kill them all.

Do they!!!get it?!”

The adjutant first placed a big cake in front of the legionnaires, and then threatened them. Watching each of the soldiers enter a state of chicken blood, he finally raised his arms and shouted: "Long live Rome!"

"Long live Rome!!!"

It was just Leon's yelling that suddenly made my situation so embarrassing.

If all the 33rd Spartan Legion died in battle, it would not be a matter of the soldiers being spared their lives, but the reason of the coach being too idiotic. Come on, putting me at the forefront of the storm all at once is completely different from him coming to take the blame and appointing me.
Chapter completed!