Realm of Power

445 Weixia’s Counterattack (7)

When the report came that "the front line of the legion was ambushed", Marquis Ruedian Wenalun was shocked.

The hills on both sides in front were peaceful and pleasant just now, but in the blink of an eye, countless black spots suddenly appeared, and the area quickly expanded. Seeing this scene, Wen Nalun couldn't help but feel frightened and his mouth was dry.

"What's going on?" Wen Nalun stood up on his horse and muttered to himself. "Where did these Vekians come from? What are they planning?"

He was really baffled by the situation in front of him. He never expected that the enemy troops surrounded on three sides would actually take such a bold and fierce offensive regardless of the danger of being attacked from two sides.

According to their original speculation, the Wekiians, who were surrounded and faced with numerous enemies, should devote themselves to defense and narrow the front line into a dense formation.

Rui Erdian's army advanced in three directions at the same time, setting up a dragnet and concentrating its forces to slowly and surely consume the enemy's ability to resist.

This is the most typical offensive and defensive situation. Many outstanding famous generals have become famous in this way, and their achievements are still praised by people. However, this time the enemy did not fall into the Ruidian people's urn.

"What are you doing? The enemy commander doesn't know how to use troops. How can he fight like this?" Wen Nalun said this unconsciously as he watched the dense rain of arrows on both sides of the hill cut his troops into two pieces. That's stupid. The situation in front of you is too weird.

The excessively long marching line-up allowed the soldiers of the Wennalun Army to avoid the danger of being massed and annihilated. The Vekians seemed to be more interested in the 10,000 forwards in front than in the 20,000 main forces behind. Countless arrowheads were smashed like a torrential rain. On top of the troops in front, the soldiers behind became spectators.

"This is too unreasonable," Wen Nalun murmured in a low voice, "What should I do, sir?" The adjutant's pleading voice also seemed a bit restless.

This tone of voice violently affected every nerve of Wen Nalun. Wen Nalun glared hard at the adjutant who liked to ask questions at inappropriate times.

In fact, when the plan to encircle the three armies was proposed at the meeting, the second-line light infantry Wennerun Corps was firmly opposed. Among the three armies, his 30,000 light infantry had the weakest combat effectiveness. For an army, it is an extremely favorable opportunity to perform meritorious service, but for his Wen Na Lun army, if it encounters a 40,000-strong Wekia army that is good at fighting, it will only be beaten.

However, the other two army commanders still did not care about his feelings and decided to encircle the three armies. They not only hoped to get rid of him as a "stoker", but also used him as bait.

Wen Nalun is not a fool. He knows very well that if the Wekians are about to be forced to death, they will definitely choose their relatively weak legion as a breakthrough.

"I am a bait." Wen Nalun felt both angry and helpless about such a decision, but his opposition seemed so feeble in front of the other two powerful army commanders.

Marquis Willile, who was eager to fight, almost ignored the second-line army commander who only had the title of baron. He only whispered a few words to the Kurd next to him and changed the tone of the meeting from a discussion of strategic layout to a three-arms encirclement.

Under the suppression of the two military bosses, Wen Nalun, who had a lower title and status, could only choose to accept it. Even in order to prevent the Wen Nalun Army's bait from not being implemented as planned, Marquis Weililai sent all his trusted staff to Send beside Wen Nalun

Looking at the flustered adjutant next to him, Wen Nalun wished he could kick this aristocratic staff member to death who could only shout nonsense.

Wasn't the person who sang that victory was certain to be achieved by dividing the attack from three directions at the beginning, not your master? Well, now that you are facing failure, you should of course take responsibility and come up with countermeasures. You never thought you would dare to ask me "what to do" now. But this is not the time to be angry.

The situation in front of him really alarmed Wen Nalun. The Ruidian army encircled this time had 80,000 people, of which 20,000 were elite cavalry with excellent maneuverability and combat power, while the Vekia army only had 40,000 people.

Completely different from what was originally expected, the whole situation was completely chaotic. The Vecian army did not rush from the front as expected. Instead, it came from both sides in the direction of the friendly troops' route.

This is incredible. Are the other two armies already finished? This sudden thought made Wen Nalun, who has always been known for his calmness and stability, feel a cold feeling behind him.

It was originally intended to surround and annihilate 40,000 enemy troops with a superior force of 80,000 from three legions. Now the situation has changed, and the enemy has emerged from where the friendly forces should have been. The Wennerun legion, with a strength of 30,000, is weak. He had to fight alone against an enemy force that was almost twice as many in number.

"That's not right." Wen Nalun's keen eyes quickly discovered that the number of the Wekia army on both sides of the hill was insufficient. Although it looked like a dense area with arrows flying everywhere, if you look closely, you will find that the Wekia army was attacking intensively. The degree is far from sufficient,

"It seems that the losses of the Vekians are not small." Wen Nalun could feel that the Vekians on both sides of him would never exceed 20,000 people.

"Emergency contact with the 2nd and 6th Squadrons located in the center, select the weaker enemy forces on the left to attack other squadrons, and assemble towards the legion's main formation."

Wen Nalun ordered loudly. He was different from the other commanders of the Redian Army. He did not have a prominent life experience or noble blood. He was a mercenary who had joined the Redian Army with Marshal Berlant.

With countless bloody battles, he climbed from a humble soldier to his current position as a baron. If it weren't for his background, he might have become a famous general, and his keen observation of the battlefield has been integrated into his blood.

"Yes, sir," the adjutant shouted loudly, but his movements and expressions were full of despair. He swayed from side to side, but he didn't know what to do. The sudden and fierce offensive of the Vecian army killed this nobleman who had been serving in the rear. The adjutant working on the staff was frightened.

He had never been on the front line of a battlefield, and he had never seen people die like this. The fallen corpses were like harvested wheat fields under the heavy rain of arrows.

The miserable howls and the chaotic queue of soldiers running past left him at a loss.

This was the battlefield, and a sense of powerlessness spread in his heart. The scenes around him made him feel like he was in hell. Those strategic ideas and calculations that were just on parchment rolls in the past turned out to be not just monotonous numbers, they were real of fresh life and blood

"What are you still doing? Immediately send four teams of liaison cavalry to the 2nd and 6th squadrons," Wen Nalun shouted to the pale adjutant next to him.

If Wen Nalun hadn't cared about this idiot's background, Wen Nalun would have chopped him off long ago.

Nobles like this who mixed military merit can be found everywhere in Ruidian's army. This is a deformed product of the combination of the chivalry system and the aristocratic system.

"Assault" The two squadrons who received the order charged along the left side of the hill towards the Vecian army on the hill.

They held up the light shields in their hands and rushed up to meet the arrowheads. The hills on both sides were not high. Although the arrowheads hit the shields, they made a loud clanking sound. Companions were constantly being shot to the ground. Ruidian's army formed a long line. Still rushing up the mountainside, like waves that keep rolling upward, one arrow in front is shattered, and another one surges up from behind.

"Sir, we don't have enough troops." The messengers asking for help kept running from the front. In addition to the 10,000 forwards who were suppressed at the pass, there were also 2 main squadrons and nearly 8,000 assault troops fighting on the hill slopes.

The Vekians above had already discovered their plan. The attacks that originally suppressed the forwards all fell on the heads of 5,000 people in an instant. The two squadrons were suppressed on the mountainside and did not dare to move.

"The Ruidian army was discovered on the hill on your right." At the same time, Crolisat on the hill received a report from the scouts. The Ruidian middle army that passed by him began to attack Wen Na who was ambushed. The Lun Army moved in the direction, obviously attracted by the situation here.

"Since the fish has been hooked, sir, let's give the order to take action." A leader of the Wekia Flag said next to Crolisate, with a hint of a smile in his eager voice.

"Herelit, I'll leave this place to you." Crolisat looked at the Ruidian army on the mountainside, nodded to the flag captain, and ran towards the distant hills with the guards behind him. go

"Huohuo" Wen Nalun heard the chaos in front of him shouting, "What's going on?" He turned around angrily,

"Bang Bang" flashes of light instantly dyed his face white. The enemy began to launch the final attack, firing thousands of arrows. The intensity of the attack suddenly became much stronger.

One by one, the flaming balls were pushed down by the Vekians from the slope on the left. The fireballs dragged out flaming trails on the hilly slopes. The radiated heat energy and flames expanded, and the resulting light It illuminated half of the sky red,

"Damn, I've been fooled." Wen Nalun's face turned red and he clenched his five fingers. Under the suppression of arrow clusters and fireballs on both sides, the two squadrons halfway up the mountain were completely in dire straits. There was a trap on the left. The judgment was correct. For some unknown reason, the Vecian army was indeed outnumbered in this ambush, but it designed a clever trap to even out the advantages of both sides.

"Sir, this is a complete set. We will die. Everyone will die. Let's retreat." The adjutant's cry-like request sounded in Wen Nalun's ears.

"Retreat, do you want me to leave these more than 10,000 brothers and run away alone?" Wen Nalun glared at him fiercely. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and the riding crop in his hand turned into a shadow.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of the riding whip and the scream of the adjutant sounded at the same time, and the timid noble rolled down from his horse.

"Second order, the 7th Squadron is pressing forward. No matter what, the others must be rescued." Wen Nalun waved his bloody riding crop and shouted to the order soldiers behind him.

"Stop." The commander of Ruidian's Thirteenth Army, Marquis Willilei, violently reined in his restless horse and waved to the cavalry following behind him.

His brown eyes swept across a hilly area in the distance. Through his direction, he could see that on the top of the hill in front, in the morning fog that had not completely dissipated, there were countless dark shadows, densely packed in a large area.

"Be careful, it may be a Wikiyan." There was a hint of solemnity in the voice of Marquis Weililai. After learning about the tragic ending of the Kurdish Cavalry Corps, his enthusiasm for competing with the Wikiyan had diminished a lot, but that The fighting spirit is getting stronger

"Order the entire army to come forward. Together with the Winalun Army, we will crush the Vekians to pieces." Willilai looked at the red sky and the sound of fighting coming from the other side of the hill.

He shouted and drew out his sword. The red cloak behind him was blown by the bursting wind, like a battle flag flying in the air.