Chapter 833 Captain——

December 1449, 3 in the Imperial calendar.

On the outskirts of Kenktown.

Hundreds of pairs of boots were lifted up and dropped, hitting the wet ground, causing a lot of mud spots to pop up.

On the country dirt road formed by fences and fields, a long team of people in black marched in orderly steps.

At the front and the end were five columns of 100 Holy Musketeers each, and in the middle were 300 Pikemen.

At the rear, orderlies led the mules and horses, and Skitarii drove the carriages.

The wheels rolling over the gravel on the ground often sent the passengers in the carriage flying.

As for the inside of the carriage, besides herbs and various sundries, there was the trio of Thierry, Abaz and Venise.

The day after Das asked, Thierry and others got on the carriage that followed the regiment.

The three young nobles, who were eager to make progress, even took the initiative to sit in the vanguard group’s carriage.

Originally they thought they would follow Das’s Worship Regiment, but unexpectedly, when they arrived in Kenk Town, they followed Jeshka’s Wild Wolf Regiment.

After summarizing the experience of countless battle histories and discussions, the Wild Wolf Regiment has its own rules for marching.

In addition to sending out rangers and infantry scouts to scout around, there will also be an infantry regiment carrying a small amount of baggage and marching quickly in the front.

This infantry regiment was generally the 8th Infantry Regiment, also known as the Pioneer Regiment.

Based on Thierry’s current observations, the main role of the vanguard regiment is to seize key strongholds (ferries, mountain passes, commanding heights) and carry out engineering marches (repairing bridges, clearing obstacles, and building camps).

On this side of the empire, this method of marching is not uncommon, and anyone who has received court military education will do so.

However, unlike the Empire, the Holy Alliance’s marching is a system that requires all generals to march in this way.

If it was the imperial army, it would be fine if it was a well-educated noble.

If a stupid noble who only cares about his position and does nothing comes to power, it will probably be a classic locust march.

As he sorted out the contents of his notes, Thierry felt as if he had grasped the essence of the Holy Alliance’s military revolution.

While Thierry was still taking notes, Abaz started chatting with Pierre Neuilly, the attendant elder who was driving.

“…So your hometown is Feiliu Castle?”

“Yes, it is the present-day Xialuo City.” Old Pierre shook the reins. “The beer from the Tino Monastery in Xialuo City is really good. You must try it when you return to Xialuo City.”

“So confident?”

“That’s right. I’m not saying that the Despot is bad, but she is not favored by the Holy Father and has bad luck.”

“You mean she lost several battles?”

“It’s not a defeat, it’s a lack of victory.” Old Pierre corrected, “If I had known, it would have harmed the Holy Way. As soon as the Holy Grandson came up, the Holy Father would have shown his power.”

Abaz and others knew that he was referring to the Battle of Malembo.

After that great victory, the unsaleable jihad bonds were immediately sold out.

“After the war, when we return to Xialu City, I will repair the house and continue to be a cooper.”

“You are already a service chief, so why don’t you continue to work in the army?”

“I know a few more words, they just flatter me. Besides, my second son, Michel Neuilly, is serving in the Faith Regiment, so one soldier is enough for the family.”

After all, there are no eyes on the battlefield, and no one can say that they will not die.

The youngest son of the Nai family was too young, so they simply left the eldest son to take care of his mother and the youngest son, and let the father and son go into battle.

Thierry, who had just finished organizing his notes, interrupted and said, “I’ve always wanted to ask, what does the name of the Worshipful Regiment mean? Where did it come from?”

“Because there are a bunch of fanatical monks of the Holy Way in the Chongxin Corps. Not only do they fight in person, they can also cast divine spells, so they are called Chongxin.”

“What about our Wild Wolf Regiment?” Abaz asked, “I don’t see any wolves in the regiment?”

Old Pierre smiled mysteriously, as if he had expected Abaz to ask. But just as he was about to speak, he heard a noise.

After listening carefully for a while, old Pierre’s expression became serious: “We have encountered the enemy ahead.”

Just as Old Pierre said, the Rangers brought news of the enemy ahead, with 800 infantrymen and nearly 100 knights. They must have found out where the Holy Alliance army was and took the initiative to intercept them.

Thierry was not afraid. He jumped off the carriage, climbed up the slope and trotted towards the front row.

Standing on the slope, you can just see the Wild Wolf Regiment’s vanguard changing from marching formation to combat formation.

“The first and second Holy Gun Fifty-man Squadrons, turn left!”

Following the officer’s command, the musketeers from the five front columns drew a quarter circle like a snake and headed towards the field on the left.

“The first to fifth captains, turn right! Retreat to the left and advance to the right. Arrange your formation with the military flag as the center!”

Except for the last 50 spearmen, all 250 spearmen turned right.

The officers pressed their muskets against their chests or backs, pushing them forward and backward.

Taking small steps and following the central military flag as the axis, they quickly changed from facing the right to facing the front.

The five teams of ten at the back deliberately slowed down.

“The Sixth Captain Gunners, led by Hans, will fill in the gaps.”

The last 50 spearmen took steps one by one.

Like pulling a thread, the head of the rear team followed the tail of the front team and pulled the infantry team folded into a rectangle into a straight line.

In this way, the five columns of spearmen were transformed into a horizontal formation of 6 rows and 50 columns.

The last Holy Gunner is just like the first Holy Gunner, except they turn right.

“All soldiers, turn right!”

“Arrange the formation!”

The military boots kicked against each other, splashing mud, and in the blink of an eye, movement turned into stillness.

In just a quarter of an hour, the vanguard of the Wild Wolf Regiment completed preparations from marching to fighting.

Thierry looked at this precise and orderly scene and even stopped taking notes.

If this scene happened to the royal guards, he would not be surprised at all.

But the Wild Wolf Regiment was only established last year, and it’s not even part of the first-tier regiment of the Holy Alliance, right?

Not only Thierry, but also Abaz and Venise were speechless and stood there in a daze, not knowing what to think.

It was not until the feeling of the ground shaking reached the soles of their feet that they came to their senses. Looking carefully, they saw that nearly a hundred extraordinary knights had been dispatched.

The extraordinary knight rushing in the front was wearing a flashy ostrich feather helmet and a blue robe over his armor.

He stood upright on his horse, with a large bow in his right hand.

While the horse was running at full speed, he actually stood up on the stirrups.

“It’s horseback archery!” Venise immediately recognized what kind of extraordinary martial arts it was. “He is from the Osra family.”

For cavalrymen, a bow that is too large and too hard is almost impossible to pull while on horseback, so there are special cavalry soft bows.

But mounted archery allows the knight to stand up and use a heavy archery bow on horseback.

Looking at the knight again, although I couldn’t see his face, I could clearly feel that he took a deep breath.

The bowstring was slowly pulled apart. Although the exact force of the bow was unknown, the feeling of the force seemed to be right in front of me.

With a whoosh, an arrow as thick as a thumb flew out and disappeared from everyone’s sight.

When I saw the arrow again, it had already pierced an officer’s boat-shaped helmet.

The officer who was originally shouting at the soldiers to line up suddenly stopped talking and was actually thrown forward by the force.

The officer lay face down on the ground, his left hand pointing at the soldier’s toes, blood flowing from his fingertips.

“team leader–“

With this knight’s arrow as a signal, a rain of arrows from the knights behind him fell.

(End of this chapter)