Chapter 299 First Formation

Robin walked past the group of soldiers he had just taken over. He noticed that at the end of the queue to his left, the young man's mouth was moving. Although Robin was also young, the one was obviously younger than him - who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and was the typical recruit.

It took him a while to recognize the young man kept saying, "I'm dead now."

What should I do in this situation? Robin suddenly found that he had no ability to deal with this situation at all. All his past experience and all the knowledge learned in the book did not include this. He could see that this was not intentional by the young soldier, he was just doing this unconsciously. What should I do? Kill him immediately on the charge of "shaking the morale of the army"? Or ignore it? Or simply drive him to the rear? None of these seem like a good idea.

Robin turned his head and another army was lined up across the rugged battlefield. This scene alone made his mind confused. The movements of the Chaos Army lined up in the distance seemed calm, neat and orderly. New and sporadic troops continued to join the rear of the Chaos Legion. But all these scattered troops quickly integrated into the battle formation. After seeing this scene, everyone would understand a truth: opposite them was an elite army.

Some of the soldiers of the Chaos Legion wore leather armor and simple iron helmets. But more were wearing black chaotic heavy armor full of ominous aura. It was possible to see that their formation had their own rules: soldiers wearing Chaos heavy armor were in the center, light-armed soldiers were on both sides, and cavalry were lined up outside the light-armed soldiers. No, there were actually no cavalry. The terrain here determined that the cavalry could not play their strengths. Chaos cavalry dismounted one after another, drove the horses to the rear, and joined the square on foot.

Their weapons are simpler: black steel spear, heavy axe, warhammer, and other weapons that seem full of deterrence. It seems that they are not in a hurry to use these weapons, but are waiting patiently.

Robin suddenly realized in horror that his courage was not much greater than that of the recruit. This was not a training in the barracks to wield wooden weapons, it was true. Faced with this fact, he felt his heart beating violently uncontrollably and his legs were slightly weak. It was entirely because of the strong self-esteem developed by the noble identity that he maintained his appearance in this situation and did not perform as abnormally as the recruit.

Robin knew no one of these people. They were not Belar's personal soldiers, nor were they even Tiberius. They were all defeated soldiers who were intercepted by Belar in the past two days - they were chased by the Chaos Legion and lost their weapons, and many of them even lost their weapons.

Berel used a simple method to select a group of warriors from them - to see if they were still carrying their own weapons. If so, then they were regarded as still fighting spirit, stayed, and formed this square formation. On the contrary, they were sent to the rear, waiting for severe punishment by military law. Those who had aristocratic status would face the accusation of deprivation of titles, and if they were civilians, they might be sent to serve as hard labor. In this martial era, no matter what kind of country it was, the fate of deserters was often quite tragic.

Even so, many people still feel that it is not enough. Some military books emphasize the need to strengthen the punishment of battlefield deserters, beheading one by one, whip to death, beat them with a stick, cut off their noses, demote them to slaves, humiliate them in various public ways, and so on. Many military strategists emphasize in their thoughts that soldiers must know their fear and let their fear of escape exceed their fear of the enemy, so that the soldiers can fight on the battlefield can be guaranteed.

Robin tried hard to drive these unnecessary feelings away from his mind. He did not need this now, he was the adjutant of the General. Now he was performing the duties of an officer: leading a group of soldiers to form an array to prepare to fight the enemy. In addition, he was a nobleman and had to show the style of a nobleman in front of these civilians.

Although Robin believed that if he had changed his armor, the soldiers would not recognize who he was.

However, the situation in front of you is that the recruit must be dealt with, otherwise, when the enemy launches the first round of charge, the queue may collapse directly.

"I'm dead... I'm dead now..." The young man was still muttering these two sentences repeatedly. His eyes were dull and his hand holding the spear was covered in sweat. No one cared about him, because at this moment, everyone was equally nervous. It's just that their performance was not as explicit as him.

"Young man, what's your name?" A voice suddenly sounded. The recruit looked at the source of the sound. It was a middle-aged man wearing simple armor, but wearing a pure white cloak that was rare on the battlefield. He did not wear a helmet, revealing a simple face like a farmer.

"Tale." The recruit replied subconsciously.

“How old is it?”

"Sixteen years old..."

"Did you go to the battlefield for the first time?" asked the middle-aged man. "Of course, the time he ran away a few days ago was not counted." He smiled slightly, making Tale's face turn red all of a sudden.

"But everyone...who are you?"

"My name is Belle." Belle said, "I know, it's not any of you're fault." He stretched out his hand and patted the boy on the shoulder. "I heard what you just said."

This sentence immediately made the boy's heart fall back into the valley. His eyes turned to the enemy's battle formation. "We are dead, right?" He knew about the battle. They were also defeated by the enemy with an absolute advantage in their troops. And this time, the enemy's troops seemed to have more troops than them...at least they were about the same.

"No!" Berel replied firmly. "As long as you are clear-headed and know what you are doing, form a formation of battles and rely on your companions to fight together, you will not die!"

"But they... are too many..." The boy looked into the distance. The Chaos Legion had been arranged in a formation, or it seemed that they had already arranged in an array. Their number seemed to be much higher than that of this side.

Because the width of their battle formation is much longer than that of this side.

However, experienced veterans can see that the number difference between the two sides is not that huge. The reason why the chaotic formation looks wide is because they are arranged with sparse attack formations, while the side is arranged with a tight defense formation.

It was hard to say how much effect Beller's encouragement played, but at least the young soldier named Tale never said anything like "dead". After Beller left, he couldn't help asking the people around him.

"Who is this man named Belar?"

The companions around him looked at Tale strangely. "Our general...the Tiberius is the general who came to reinforce. Now we are our commander!"

"Okay, kids!" Beller looked around in front of the queue. These were all recruits - at least they were of little experience. However, this was the result of his choice. When Parry set up the formation, he placed the veterans on the front line and the young soldiers in the rear. So, when the entire army collapsed, the group that could escape without damage and escape faster were these recruits. "My name is Beller, I believe you all heard of me. Ten years ago, I destroyed those Chaos kids, and now this situation will happen again!"

"You can see clearly that they look a lot of people, but in fact they are bullshit!" Beller's voice was very loud, and in that vulgar tone, it was completely different from his usual days.

A long horn sound interrupted Beller's speech. This was a signal of attack. In fact, both armies had completed the array at this time. The battlefield between the two armies was a strangely flat stone land. The warm wind blew by, blowing the flags of the two armies.

"...We will defeat these chaotic wolf cubs again! Take the gods of the star field as evidence!" Beller hurriedly ended his speech, and then bypassed the gaps in the queue.

The formation of the two armies is very simple and obvious. The Chaos Legion is a horizontal battle formation. Their goal is to crush it, like a rolling boulder, crushing all the resistance in front of you. Chaos has no long-range troops - they originally tend to use violence to directly crush everything in front of you, rather than gradually weakening it with long-range weapons and finally destroying the enemy.

Berel set up an inverted V-shaped battle formation based on the terrain. Hundreds of soldiers were lined with spears, and on both wings were musketeers holding musketeers. In order to prevent harassment from the enemy light cavalry, Berel carried a large number of musketeers. However, the musketeers were located on a high hillside, and the uphill road was behind the spearmen, and they were in the shape of "一".

Simply put, the Chaos Legion must destroy the spearmen blocking the road ahead in order to chase them along the zigzag route and eliminate the musketeers. However, when fighting with the spearmen, they will be shot from the side of the musketeers.

If it can be compared, it is almost similar to a city defense battle, a city defense battle without a city gate.

"Stand firm!" Robin shouted to his subordinates. He observed the battlefield around. The Chaos Legion had not made any moves after blowing the trumpet, but the musketeers arranged on both sides had raised their muskets and were ready to fire.

Damn... they actually have so many! He observed the number of enemies. After mental calculations, Robin confirmed that the Chaos Legion had more troops than his subordinates. Although he knew that he had occupied favorable terrain, he also knew that the Chaos Legion not only had an advantage in quantity, but also had an overwhelming advantage in quality. Parry calculated this wrongly - this unit is the elite of the Chaos Legion and is very brave. Parry has superior troops, but not an advantageous combat power - many people have misunderstood the difference between the two.

Several huge, giant onions appeared in the battle line of the Chaos Legion. As they walked by, the Chaos Warriors were split like a tide of reefs. These monsters came to the front line.

"Chaos Eggs!" Robin recognized these monsters. Not long ago, the corpse of such monsters was still in the city of Newestria, and was not burned until it became rotten. It was not difficult to recognize them.

The horn just now was not an attack order? Instead, it made the Chaos Egg come to the front line?

They should retreat, not stay and fight against the Chaos Legion. Robin suddenly found a thought of regret in his mind. They were all cavalry and could retreat in time. He did suggest this to the general. This is Parry's poor command and has nothing to do with them. No one can blame Belar. But Belar just smiled and rejected Robin's proposal.

"Robin, this is not a question of who is responsible." Berel replied. "This is the responsibility that a general must have! If you don't understand this, you will never be qualified to be a general."

The horn sounded again. The Chaos Legion began to move, and the Chaos Egg led the way forward.

Robin returned to his position and suddenly remembered that this should be his first formation. In Sivania, he was actually an observer rather than a warrior. In the previous operation to eliminate the Chaos Wizard... it was more like a hunting rather than a battle. In these operations, he was just following the general.

This was the first time he stood on the battlefield, holding weapons, leading his troops, facing the surging enemies.
Chapter completed!