Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0012 Charge
"It will take about two days." Chris pushed the cup to the side of the Maine Castle and said to Wagron, "Our troops will gather together here. We can probably gather a total force of 1,000 people and directly attack the castle to end the battle."
Wageron nodded and assured confidently: "Our cavalry can complete the mission. There will be no problem in launching a surprise attack and destroying 200 enemies."
Then he pointed to the Ferry City on the map and said to Chris, "We have cannons, so we can expect to capture the Ferry City."
"The question now is how can we stop Berman, the lord of Ferry City, from escaping with his fleet!" Wagron looked at the map, frowned and continued.
“No matter what!” Chris slammed the table and said angrily, gritting his teeth: “No matter if they run away or not! I must attack Ferry City!”
"This is not a strategic issue, but a moral issue! I don't care about looting the people! If it were me, I would do the same! But harming the people is the original sin! It is a sin that we must fight!" He clenched his fists on the table and said firmly.
"I understand!" Wagron's eyes lit up when he heard Chris say that. He immediately put his right fist on his chest and echoed loudly, "I'll go gather the troops right away!"
The attack must be carried out, but the specific method of carrying it out must be carefully planned. If Seris cannot end the battle quickly, the pressure from other aspects will increase. The safety of the base camp Seris City cannot be guaranteed.
The total number of troops in Chris's hands was actually not large. There were only 2,000 people assembled, of which about 1,000 were garrison troops left in Seris and could not be moved easily.
These remaining troops have low mobility, and their assembly speed will actually slow down the attack speed of the main force, so there is actually no essential difference whether they are transferred here or not.
Among the remaining troops, there were about 500 cavalrymen and the remaining 500 were infantrymen. Now that Mayne had just been captured, it might not be safe to leave 300 people behind, so the only troops Chris could mobilize were a pitiful 700 people.
He must rely on these 700 men to quickly defeat the Lord of Ferry City, Berman, otherwise the forces in other directions of Seris City may take the opportunity to launch an attack and take military action against Seris.
If someone really attacks Seris, the battle will not be a great victory, but a complete and miserable defeat.
Trying to win a quick victory with inferior forces seems to be a very impossible thing to achieve, but Chris must do it.
"This is a risky move!" Wageron looked at the map and finally said to Chris, "If the enemy uses the most correct harassment tactics, disperses the troops, and slows down our march... we will lose."
"If Ferry City gathers its forces and fights us head-on, we will win with our artillery!" Chris gave another possibility.
Chris was optimistic about this gamble: "They have the advantage in manpower, and they don't know how powerful our secret weapon is. Why don't they fight us?"
"You lead 200 cavalry and 50 infantry to maintain public order in Maine Castle! I will personally lead 450 infantry and 300 cavalry to the ferry!" Chris decided to lead the troops himself and decided to win a quick victory.
After hearing this, Wageron immediately stopped him and said, "Sir! You stay in Mayne! I will lead the troops!"
Chris didn't distrust Wageron, but he felt that he could better implement his strategy if he led the expedition himself. He waved his hand and said to Wageron, "You are also doing a great job by watching the rear for me! This time, we can't just rely on bravery to go to Ferry City, we also need to make decisions on the battlefield. There are some decisions that you can't make, so I have to go in person!"
Hearing what Chris said, Wagron also knew the pros and cons of the matter, and nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely guard Mayne and ensure that this place is safe!"
With Wageron guarding the rear, Chris felt relieved to lead his troops directly out of Maine.
Chris, who only brought cavalry with him, advanced very quickly. The 300 cavalrymen swept across the eastern plains of Maine like a whirlwind.
He handed over all the baggage and 20 cannons to Wageron's adjutant Corea, and led the cavalry rapidly eastward. It took only one day and one night to reach the junction of Ferry City and Maine.
Chris narrowed his eyes as he watched the sun rise in the east. The sunlight at this moment was not favorable for his attack, but he could not wait any longer.
"Pass on my order! Rest here for 20 minutes! Then assemble the entire army! Attack the ferry!" Chris ordered the guards around him to rest, then he dismounted and found a clean place to sit down.
All he saw along the way were various tragic situations of Maine. The houses left behind by the abducted civilians were empty, and the ground and the roadside were littered with corpses and messy discarded utensils and clothes.
The relatively wealthy Maine suddenly became a living hell, which made Chris's hatred towards the Lord of Ferry City rise to an off-the-charts level.
Even Ensel, the Lord of Maine City, whom he killed, did not act so decisively - this Berman, in a sense, is truly a "talent"!
After taking a few gulps of the cool water in the water bag, Chris felt refreshed. He stood up from the ground , climbed onto the horse's back, pulled the reins of the warhorse, pointed ahead and asked the soldiers who were looking at him loudly: "Have you rested well?"
"It's been a good rest!" Seeing their commander on horseback, many cavalrymen also rode back on their horses. They answered Chris's questions in a loud voice, waiting for Chris's new orders.
"Follow me to kill the enemies!" Chris pulled the reins to make the warhorse spin on the spot, neighing as it galloped towards the east.
"Kill the enemy!" Behind him, countless cavalrymen raised their long lances, clamped their legs against the horses' bellies, and charged towards the direction of the rising sun with their shining helmets and armor.
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The sun had just risen, and a soldier from the ferry city yawned lazily. They were exhausted in the past few days, escorting tens of thousands of civilians.
How can I be worthy of myself if I don't find an opportunity to slack off? Moreover, Maine might call in a few days, and then I won't be able to slack off.
He covered his mouth with his hands, subconsciously glanced at the western horizon which was still shrouded in darkness, and then frowned involuntarily.
Squinting his eyes, the soldier from Ferry City saw something seemed to be wriggling over the horizon.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared carefully at the end of the road again. This time he was even more certain that there were cavalry approaching!
"Hey! Hey! There are enemies!" He kicked his companion with his toes and woke up another companion who had fallen asleep: "Mayne is attacking!"
"Impossible! They are fighting with Seris. Which soldiers would come to cause trouble for us?" On the watchtower, another soldier did not want to open his eyes and answered in a dreamy voice.
"No! They are real cavalry!" As the cavalry got closer, the awake soldier from Ferry City became hysterical. He kept kicking his companions and shouting loudly.
The other side finally couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled over and got up from the ground. Holding his weapon, he looked towards the western horizon which had become much brighter. He found that a team of cavalry was really galloping towards them.
All sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and the soldier who had just gotten up was also frightened out of his wits. He didn't know that the same scene had happened once on the border of Seris a few days ago.
"Quick! Light the beacon!" The soldier from the ferry city shouted anxiously at the cavalrymen rushing towards him. He felt the platform under his feet was shaking, and he also felt his legs shaking with the vibration.
Just as they lit the beacon, the cavalry had already circled the city and passed the small beacon tower.
Chris didn't come here to remove these small beacon towers. What he wanted was to attack the entire border area of Ferry City and force the enemy into Ferry City.
So he didn't even think about attacking these beacon towers, and just left these small targets to the infantry behind him to deal with.
What he had to do now was to quickly sweep across the border of Ferry City, kill the soldiers, and drive the civilians out of the village!
The smoke spread all the way, and the direction of Ferry City responded quickly. An infantry unit gathered together, seemingly trying to stop Chris's advance.
After all, the soldiers of Ferry City had just escorted tens of thousands of Maine civilians back to their own territory and had not had time to disperse.
A team of 200 people blocked the road and blocked the way of Chris's cavalry.
Chris , who had been chasing and killing the scattered enemy troops for the entire morning, had no intention of stopping. He reorganized his troops slightly and immediately launched an attack.
The infantry phalanx, which did not have enough bows and arrows, was entangled with the oncoming cavalry and turned into a huge meat grinder.
Chris rode on horseback and rushed straight into the enemy's formation surrounded by guards.
He swung his sword in an arc, knocking down an enemy infantryman who passed by from the side. The huge impact of the warhorse drove the sharp sword, picking up the thin armor from bottom to top and tearing open the flesh inside.
Before the enemy soldier could fall down with a scream, Chris's horse had already knocked away two other enemies and rode away without looking back.
The Seris cavalrymen following behind Chris hacked and slashed left and right, as if they were in an empty space. Their armor was splattered with blood, and in the eyes of the enemy, they looked like demons from hell. These knights following closely on his left and right formed a huge meat grinder, devouring the lives of the surrounding enemies.
In just one breath, their arrows cut a huge gap in the enemy's position. Then in the next second, more cavalry poured into the gap, like a virus spreading in the wound.
Chris deflected a spear that was stabbing at him, then chopped off the spear shaft with his backhand, and then pierced the throat of the soldier holding the spear. He drew out his sword in one go and continued forward.
His lips were still slightly pale, his eyes were still as sharp as needles, and his not-tall but well-proportioned body passed through the blood mist with an indomitable momentum.
