Eagle Byzantium

"Yes, the formula and regulations I gave the emperor will soon play a big role." Agnes stood behind Caesar, closed her eyes, and said half with relief and half resentment.

The night gradually fell, and slowly floated up and dissipated in the early morning of the next day. Under the dark gray sky of the plateau, all the soldiers of the Roman Empire were very orderly in accordance with several square formations, and walked out of the chariot defense line rigorously along the exits.

The number of troops of nearly 40,000 made the emperor's army move not so fast and fast. Although Alexius's team was not as dazzling and shocking as the previous heyday of the empire, their momentum and lineup were still terrible-the emperor's loyal servant, the imperial ink officer Meles, personally stood on a tall wooden tower in the center of the chariot (after the previous battle, the emperor also followed suit and built chariot towers at several key nodes for command on the battlefield). He was surrounded by buglers, flag bearers and other commanders, whose task was to be responsible for the dispatch of the entire army.

"Tell them to go out." Meles pointed to the lines of infantry and cavalry standing in a straight line behind the chariot fort and said to the buglers beside him.

Several buglers wearing gorgeous and eye-catching shawls nodded in obedience, then raised the big horns in their hands, lowered their heads and puffed up their cheeks, made a big circle, then put them on their mouths and raised them up, stood on one foot, and then the desolate and heavy horn sound of "woo woo woo" spread throughout the fields, military camps and various battle lines of Philomelon.

On the side of the sky facing the Gawain Fortress, with the long horn sound, a little golden light suddenly jumped out, dyeing the surrounding clouds-the sun began to rise.

The front-line imperial soldiers who also received the horn signal began to march out of the fort.

The dense footsteps and the light reflected by the helmet and shield were all shining on the nerves of the ordinary soldier named Atretis. He was sandwiched in the left position of the queue, wearing iron armor inside and a linen jacket outside. The diagonal pattern on the jacket was exactly the same as that of his comrades, which was also the symbol of their respective teams.

"Go forward, keep going forward, don't look left and right, don't hesitate, look at the back of the head of the soldier in the front row, and the front row can look at the distance of 15 feet in front of your feet. The order will be conveyed to you." When Atretis and his companions crossed the passage formed by several carts and the removed deer horns and chevaux de frise, and began to walk to the field between the two armies in the rising sun, the grassroots officers around him kept shouting this.

Atretis's father participated in the bloody and desperate battle that broke out in Lake Van thirty years ago, but he escaped and returned home by chance, and recorded the whole process of the collapse of the imperial army in his diary. And now his son has not escaped the fate of being drafted into the army. Since yesterday afternoon, all writing staff in the camp have been dismissed, and soldiers are strictly prohibited from sending letters home. They are required to prepare their luggage and put it in their tents, and to strictly protect their weapons and shields. At this time, Atretis understood that "the decisive battle between the emperor and the great traitor Gawain of Tarsus has come."

"Stand at attention! Line up!" About 500 steps out of the camp, with the loud command of the flag officer of Atretis's team, Atretis immediately straightened his body, carried the spear in his hand on his shoulder and held it well. The soldiers in front of him tied the kite shield and the light wood into an "X" and stood on the ground, then half-knelt down, put the war spear in his hand on the shield head, and stretched it out diagonally. Then Atretis and the soldiers in the back row continued to stand with their spears, fists clenched tightly, waiting for the next instructions from the flag officers.

Once the enemy approaches, they will extend their spears in rows and use dense spear blades to block the enemy's light infantry or cavalry's sudden attack.

At this time, there were 5,000 heavy spearmen who went out with Atretis. They were originally divided into several columns and squares, and came out from several exits of the chariot line. Now they were calmly transformed into several horizontal formations, and then these horizontal formations formed a solid battle line. Atretis heard the sound of military boots and trumpets behind him one after another, and the dust raised by people and horses was everywhere: and under the brim of the helmet, his eyes were always fixed on the enemy's chariots and camps opposite. The earth towers and chariot towers were dark with their backs to the sun, and it was unclear whether they were real or fake.

"The heavy spearmen on the rearguard line need the most sense of responsibility and tenacity, because only if you hold the front line can the emperor and the general attack and defend freely. Relying on this front line, we can not only send light soldiers and cavalry to attack the enemy, but also defend and defeat the enemy's attack and surprise attack - once the enemy appears in front of your spear tip, don't panic, just point the spear in your hand at the same level as your eyes and face them. At this time, the Turks and Persians will harass and torture you with an endless rain of arrows, but you must believe in your armor, get rid of impetuousness, stabilize the front line, and hold it. You will never lose, this is true for a person and for an army." Old Atretis repeatedly talked about these experiences in his diary.

Atretis was in the rearguard line, which was the third and last line of the army formation, and it was also the axis of the entire army's attack and defense.

The drums sounded, the trumpets and bugles sounded, and there were deafening voices and horse hooves everywhere. Atretis in the array was reciting the formula taught by his father over and over again, trying to forget and downplay the other side of his father's diary, which was "how the imperial army was tragically destroyed in Lake Van thirty years ago."

On the carriage tower, Melais was still commanding and dispatching. He completely forgot about thirst and fatigue. He had only one purpose in mind, "The general will set up the formation, and the sooner the better."

Soon, the light archers composed of Cretans, Cumans, and Bulgarians quickly moved through Atletis' rear guard like dandelions blown by the wind. The heavily armored spearmen's line rushed to an area a thousand steps away from their own vehicle base. They quickly formed a sparse and long battle line. They lowered their bodies and began to hold their recurve bows, facing the protruding part of Gawain's chariot barrier. This was the first battle line in the emperor's army formation. That is, the light infantry screen.

"Bang bang bang!" At this time, a soldier with no voice on Gawain's side shouted, and several "perfume bottle" artillery began to fire, spitting out fireworks. Atretis looked ahead with some fear: the enemy The fired lead shot carried flames and screamed strangely, constantly sending out a stream of smoke and dust between the rearguard line where he was and the light soldier line in front.

However, some Imperial soldiers showed amazing composure. Even if someone was unfortunately knocked to the ground, the remaining comrades would fill the vacant positions in time, and the battle line would remain as stable as ever.

The sun is rising gradually, and the light is getting hotter and hotter.

Sweat dripped from Miles' forehead.

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Atretis’s helmet and the back of his head were also sweating... (To be continued ~^~)