Mage Joan

At eight o'clock in the morning on May 31, 1622, the wilderness on the eastern shore of Lake Aosta, the Feizhen people took the lead in sounding the rally number.

Under the red flag embroidered with the golden lion coat of arms, General Thomas Convalley, who was still in good fortune in his forties, was riding a tall white horse with a black bear skin and a large cloak on the horseback. Straightening the waist bar, the falcon-like sharp gaze looked at the enemy position opposite.

In response to the actions of the Fijians, horns were also sounded on the opposite position. The Midgard Colonial Corps and the Walsunge tribe mercenaries were clustered under their respective flags, and the two assembly sites were not less than two miles away.

General Kang Huali's eyes moved between the two enemy positions that were cut apart, caressing the well-bearded beard, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

General Convalley's adjutant, young and handsome and noble Major Mark Smith, Zema came to the general and whispered his conclusions by observing the formation of the enemy.

"Your Excellency, judging from the formation of the enemy troops, as expected, the Assa of the Walsunge tribe had a bad relationship with Benedict Laval, commander of the Midgard Colonial Corps, The two sides are standing on the same front line due to collusion of interests, but they cannot completely bridge the gap."

"These two enemy forces seem to have no intention of cooperating at all, preferring to fight each other. This is good news for us. We can use the sharp contradiction between the Midgard colonists and the indigenous peoples. The situation quickly opened up on the battlefield."

General Convalier played the whip and asked quietly, "It sounds interesting, Mark, talk about what you plan to do."

"As long as our army concentrates its forces and defeats the Midgard Colonial Corps, the Assa mercenaries of the Walsunge tribe will probably not work hard to rescue them, and they are more likely to throw away their allies and rush to flee."

Major Mark Smith raised his chest, hoping to get praise from his boss.

General Kang Huali smiled and asked, "Mark, is there another possibility? The situation we observed at this moment is just that the enemy army deliberately spoofed us. If we believe it to be true, we will make a wrong judgment accordingly. Isn’t it the enemy’s trap?"

Major Smith froze for a moment, and hesitantly asked, "You mean that the conflict between the two enemy forces is not that serious. Keeping the distance intentionally, is it to lure us to relax our vigilance and take advantage of the opportunity to attack?"

"I dare not say this must be the case, but think about it. My young friend, the commander of the enemy army, was Dandridge Castes, who was famous in the New World more than ten years ago, and his deputy has a "butcher". The fierce tycoon Benedict Laval, this combination of'fox' and'evil wolf', will easily expose the weakness to us?"

Mark Smith swallowed and felt that General Convalley was too worried, but his mouth was inconvenient to express, and he had to pretend to be humbly taught.

"General, how are you going to line up?"

"The main force attacked the Midgard and asked Bolson to take his giant mercenaries to the Aboriginal people of the Walsunge tribe. If the Assa people tried to support their allies, let Bolson’s men Stop them and isolate them from the main battlefield. When we eat the main enemy forces, we will go back and cooperate with the Giant Mercenary Corps to eat the dessert after the dinner."

"But having said that, we may not have the opportunity to eat that piece of dessert. The first case, as you said, the Assa people may abandon the rescue of their allies and escape directly from the battlefield. As for the second case..."

General Kang Huali glanced back at the scattered lineup of Caledon mercenaries and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Major Smith also followed the general's eyes and nodded appreciatively, lowering his voice and asking the boss: "General, you are worried that the group of savage and stupid giants of the hills, who did not follow the scheduled tactics and rushed on the battlefield Fight hard, don't wait for us to solve the Midgard Colonial Corps, they have first defeated the troops of the Walsunge tribe?"

"This is the most likely situation in terms of the fighting power of the Caledon mercenary regiment."

General Convalier shrugged helplessly.

"If you only look at the outcome of the battle, this is certainly not a bad thing, but you know, Mark, the group of barbarians ran away from their opponents. The first thing that came to mind was not to support allies who were still fighting hard, but to greedily search for loot, even for Even if the stolen goods are not evenly distributed, it is a big deal. Well, I think that in the near future, such unsightly scenes may occur on the battlefield, even if you win the battle, it will be decent.

"Lord General, I will go to Bolson now and warn him to strictly restrain the military discipline. If you lose the face of the General, he will not want to get the remaining half of the commission!"

Mark Smith said viciously.

"I hope your warning will work."

General Convalier returned his gaze, picked up the telescope, observed the position opposite through the lens barrel, and then gestured for the array.

The Fijian troops moved slowly, and the main force followed General Convalley's instructions and approached the Midgard colony in the south.

This unit has a total of 4,000 troops, including a thousand light cavalry, a thousand lance heavy infantry, and two thousand line infantry who have been strictly trained and equipped with fierce new magic crystal rifles.

On the side of Midgard, the main force is just a group of broken soldiers who have been expelled from the "Linyuanbao" fortress. The total number is less than 3,000. The weapons are mainly cold weapons such as sabers and spears. There is only one battalion for the elite troops.

In the view of the young and vigorous Major Mark Smith, his own strength, equipment and firepower range have an absolute advantage. It is commanded by the famous general Thomas Convalier from the Feizhen Wuxun noble family, plus his own young promising The high school students of the military school are assisted by the side; the opponents are Lord Castis, who has been away from the battlefield for more than ten years, the disease-ridden devil, and the assassin and brave "butcher" who even hated him from the Asa allies. Laval...

Based on this, Major Smith has ample reason to make an optimistic assertion: This will be a battle without suspense, and our own is completely the rhythm of "lie to win"!

...

At the same time when the Feizhen Corps launched the offensive, Joan sat cross-legged on the blanket in front of the position where the Walsong Corps was stationed, and a "portrait mirror" was placed in front of him.

Heimdall supported Lord Castis and stood behind Joan side by side. Their eyes crossed the shoulder of the young mage and silently stared at the scene reflected in the magic mirror.

Joan has used "Eagle Eyes" to set up two invisible observation points above the battlefield, one above the main force regiment led by Laval, and the other above the Asa mercenary positions led by Uncle Logan.

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