Chapter 119: Battle Of Crecy Plains (4)
Now, in the early summer, the sun was fiercely beating down on the earth.
Damn, even the sun seems to hate us. Why is it so hot?
Its early summer, Corporal Max. It would be strange if it werent hot.
If only we could wage war in the cool autumn.
My infantry was chatting about how hot it was, how they wanted sex, and how they planned to confess to their lovers next month when the war was over, and they were discharged.
In contrast to the relatively relaxed infantry, the crossbowmen and mages on the hill were very busy.
Idiot! I told you to stick all the arrows in the ground! Get rid of the quiver! Or strap it to your shoulder!
What are you doing, crossbowman, without placing your pavise in front of you?
Ill correct it! Ill correct it!
Hurry up! Hurry and load, and check if things like the goats foot lever are working!
While doing so, the crossbowmen pre-loaded their crossbows, and the mages checked if their staffs, the tools for casting spells, were functioning properly.
Officers and non-commissioned officers emphasized sticking arrows into the ground and prepared to fire at least 30 shots per soldier.
Idiots! Tighten your helmet straps and tuck your body tightly inside the shield when you crouch!
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You know, if youre shooting arrows and the knights approach, grab your pavise and fall back, right?!
While the officers were repeatedly drumming into the soldiers heads what they had to do, sometimes kicking their shins, a soldier shouted in a very loud voice,
The enemy crossbowmen and magicians are within 300 meters!
As soon as these words were spoken, the officers and NCOs who had been scolding the soldiers, along with the soldiers themselves, quickly loaded their arrows and aimed at a 45-degree angle toward the enemy.
I lifted my baton and swung it from top to bottom, issuing commands.
Usually, we advance while being hit by arrows, but now its different! Cover your heads with the boards made from pavises and doors we prepared yesterday! Also, stick close behind the hill!
Covering their heads with boards significantly reduces the chance of fatal injuries from arrows, and sticking close to the hill could block a frontal attack.
Advance forward! Advance forward!
Put down your spears for now and lift the shields over your heads!
Not only your life but also the lives of your superiors and subordinates next to you depend on the shield youre holding!
To avoid being hit by an arrow, I dismounted from my horse and hid under a shield with the soldiers.
Now! Fire arrows and magic at them!
I was so tense just watching from behind, so the fear and tension felt by the soldiers and junior officers at the front must be several times greater than mine.
Damn, damn. Can I really return alive? I cant see well hidden behind that hill, but I have to block the charge of more than 15,000 knights.
Hey, moron, shut up. Do you think youre the only one scared and panicking?
Damn. These days, the new recruits dont get disciplined enough, so they yap like that. Well see when we get back.
It was obvious. The one swearing and scared was a newbie, and the one telling him to shut up was likely a private first class or a corporal.
Harassing the privates to make them forget the fear of the enemy through the fear of their superiors.
Someone trying to ensure that each person could hold their spear and fulfill their role in the battle was probably a sergeant or a non-commissioned officer.
At that moment, a military police lieutenant, acting as a provost officer, came up to me and inquired through his gaze whether we should execute a few to maintain discipline.
Killing a few here would only lower morale.
As I said, unnecessary friendly fire would make troops think the commander had lost his mind rather than enforcing strict discipline.
Moreover, even the invincible navy under General Yi Sun-shin would have been decimated in a single battle under a mad commander.
The soldiers also knew that there was no chance of winning under any circumstances, so it would only serve to crush their morale.
While waiting in this boiling tension, I heard murmuring among the crossbowmen and magicians in front of us.
Tilt the crossbows at a 45-degree angle and aim! If you dont know what 45 degrees is, look at the guys next to you and follow them!
Hitting them with even one more shot increases our chances of winning!
Stop messing around and think about each shot!
When that order was given, the crossbowmen began to grumble, seeing the commanders making three times more fuss than usual.
Their bodies, which were trained hundreds or thousands of times in loading, could aim faster depending on the intensity of the commanders urging.
Perhaps, even in the fear of facing the knights head-on, the skills ingrained through repetitive training were naturally coming into play.
Seeing this, I thought it would help our defense to find out the extent of the enemys momentum just before the clash.
Ill go up the hill for a moment to check the momentum of the enemy knights! Ill be back before they reach us, so dont worry.
After saying that, I climbed the hill three meters high and looked down at the enemy.
The sight of an enormous number of knightsover ten thousandclad in shining silver armor with rainbow-colored banners (flags attached to lances) fluttering, charging in a well-organized formation.
And they were shouting loud enough to be heard from hundreds of meters away.
Montjoie Saint Denis!
Essentially, those who had been excommunicated and were practically heretics were invoking the name of a saint of Deus religion, praying for victory.
Lets see whose side Deus would take and who would be granted victory.
