flstandardbreds Chapter 137 Battle of the Plains of Oise
Chapter 137 Battle of the Plains of Oise
"What a bunch of useless guys!"
Faced with the mercenaries who had returned in defeat, Count Waze scolded them and drove them away. He then went on cursing in the castle for the entire day, making his subordinates beside him feel very uneasy.
The next day, a knock on the door made the sleeping count even more agitated. Upon learning that the mercenaries captured by the natives had returned, he immediately summoned these people.
Looking at the distracted mercenaries in front of him, the Earl asked directly:
"How many people are there in that gang of natives?"
"There were a lot of them. The whole forest was full of them. They attacked us from all over the forest. We didn't even get a good look at what they looked like before we were directly overwhelmed by their flow of people." said one of the mercenaries who spoke fairly clearly.
"Then how were you defeated by those natives?" Seeing that these mercenaries did not know the number of the natives, the Count asked about their weapons and equipment. In his opinion, these natives were so powerful in fighting because they must have received equipment provided by the Yoda people, and it was even possible that the Yoda people were commanding them to fight.
"My lord, these natives are very strange. They can easily punch a hole in our armor with their wooden weapons. Their arrows are also made of pure wood. One arrow can penetrate the shield."
"Nonsense, how dare you deceive the nobles!" Before he could finish his words, Count Waze was furious. Did he really think he was a fool? Could weapons made of wood beat these armored soldiers like this?
Count Vaze, feeling fooled, continued to ask without getting angry:
"So do you have any information about the indigenous people?"
"Yes." The mercenary said again:
"The natives asked us to bring you a message, asking you to inform His Majesty the King that the man called Esa is the only legitimate successor to this land. He hopes that His Majesty the King will apologize to him and submit to him within a week, otherwise he will directly attack Wendam and kill all the Midlanders."
"Bold!" Count Waze's temper erupted like a volcano.
"How dare you slander His Majesty the King like this." Vaz drew his sword and said to the mercenary.
"This is not what I said, this is what the aboriginal chief said, I'm just a messenger..." The mercenary knelt down and begged for mercy, fearing that he would be stabbed if he spoke too late.
"Okay, okay! One week, right?" Count Waze muttered to himself, and then shouted to his men:
"Let the lords of all places prepare to fight against the natives in the Plains of Oise in a week."
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye a week had passed. The originally peaceful Oise Plain was occupied by the Midland army that was all over the mountains.
Looking at the summoned soldiers, Count Waze was in high spirits, thinking back to how it was his father who led the soldiers to fight against the natives here and defeated the natives with greater numbers, and that was why he was named count by the previous king. This time, the new generation of the Waze family will replicate the battle of their ancestors and let the surrounding nobles see how the Waze family has risen again in his hands!
"My lord, all the lords of Vaz have responded to this war. Together with the troops you have assembled, about 15,000 soldiers have been deployed to this war." The commander rode up to the earl and said.
"Sir, is it necessary to have so many people to fight the natives?" a baron asked at this time. For this battle, many lords recruited most of their adult male villagers, which greatly affected the agriculture of their own territories. But after seeing the reward of ten silver coins for a native head, all the lords wanted to gather all the people in their territories to kill the natives. How could you make money faster by killing people than by farming?
"I vaguely feel that there is something wrong with the natives this time. It is very likely that these natives have accepted the equipment given by the Yoda people. So just in case, I gathered these troops. Otherwise..."
Then Count Oise pointed to the four cannons in front of the battle line:
"I bought several cannons from the port at a high price. Those natives have definitely never seen such weapons. The sound of the cannons will cause chaos in the native camps, and then the natives will be completely disintegrated under the charge of our Midland cavalry. In the end, those natives will be turned into corpses under the blades of the Midland soldiers, and their heads will be hung on the city gates as a warning to other natives!"
Just as Count Oise was boasting, a low horn sounded from the forest.
The natives, holding wooden shields, marched towards the plain in neat rows. Not only were their shields made of wood, but their armor and weapons were also made of pure wood.
Such a wooden army made the nobles in the Watts coalition laugh uncontrollably.
"These natives are really overestimating their own capabilities. They don't even have a decent weapon, and they still dare to fight us?"
"This is worse than 30 years ago, when their ancestors knew how to use metal weapons to fight us. Now these natives don't even use metal weapons and dare to fight us. I really don't know whether they are brave or stupid."
“Will these natives fight us with bare hands in a few decades?”
Amid the laughter of the nobles, the natives' army also assembled. Looking around, the size of the entire native army formation was slightly larger than that of the noble coalition. If it was the Yoda army, Count Waze would definitely hide in the castle and fight a defensive battle. But if it was the natives, not only would Count Waze not have any pressure, but even his soldiers would not be scared. In their perception, natives were natives, let alone natives holding only wooden sticks.
At this moment, a group of cavalry walked out of the natives' square formation. They seemed to be the leaders of the natives.
"It seems like he's here to negotiate." said a noble on the side.
"Everyone knows that their army dares not fight against us, the well-equipped Midland Knights." The Earl said as he looked at the approaching native chiefs:
"Let's go and talk to them."
As the distance between the two groups got closer, both sides tacitly stopped after a certain distance, staring at each other, waiting for who would speak first.
"Mitlanders, where is your king!" At this moment, a stern and childish voice resounded on the battlefield. Count Waze looked closely and saw a child among the horse-riding natives, who looked to be about ten years old.
"You bunch of natives actually want to see His Majesty the King. His Majesty the King is busy with all kinds of affairs. How could he talk to you bunch of natives?" said a Midlan nobleman next to him.
"Really? Then let's not talk about it and just start fighting. I gave you the chance but you didn't cherish it. Now you will face the wrath of the empire!" After the child said that, he turned around and rushed towards the native army, and the chiefs followed him back to the native army, leaving the Midlan nobles confused.
When returning to the army, Count Vaz tried to connect the three factors of the child, the natives, and the empire. After much thought, he could only conclude that the Yoda Empire indirectly controlled the entire natives through the child to make them rebel against the Mitlan people.
"Whether they are the Yodas or the natives, if they dare to act recklessly on the land of the Mitlans, they will only face death!" Thinking of this, Count Vaz gave the order:
"Order all soldiers to get ready. Once you are within the artillery's firing range, have the artillery fire!"
As the native army began to march in orderly steps towards the Watts coalition, they held up their shields to form a shield formation, trying their best not to expose their bodies outside the shields so that the archers could not kill their soldiers to the greatest extent.
Count Waze also knew this, so he did not expect the archers to play much of a role in this battle. After all, bows and arrows were quite expensive, so he tried to save as much as possible.
"Artillery, fire!" As the artillery commander gave the order, the artillerymen lit the fuses on the cannons loaded with shells.
Amidst loud bangs, artillery shells hit the direction of the indigenous army. Except for one shell that hit the grass nearby, the other shells hit the indigenous people accurately. The shells passed through the shields and hit the people in the shield formation. Blood and screams filled the indigenous army, causing considerable impact on the marching natives.
Seeing the natives frightened by the shells, Count Oise couldn't help but say proudly:
"The natives are the natives. Order the artillery to continue firing and notify the cavalry to get ready. When the shelling ends, it's time for them to charge!"
With the continuous bombardment of artillery, some of the natives could no longer hold on. Their walking was disrupted. Many native phalanxes could no longer maintain their shield formation and began to rush here in large numbers.
"Now, the cannons stop firing and the cavalry charge!"
Seeing that the opponent's defensive formation had been disrupted, Count Waze immediately ordered all the cavalry to charge at the natives, trying to defeat them in one fell swoop and force them to flee in all directions.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
As the horn sounded, the knights, fully clad in armor and on horseback, raised their lances and rode slowly forward at first, then moved faster and faster, and finally the knights pointed their lances forward and rode their galloping horses towards the natives on the opposite side. Behind them followed the mounted sergeants and the knights' attendants, who were responsible for dealing with the natives who were not killed immediately.
However, at this moment, the natives on the opposite side stopped where they were, and then they stretched out sharpened wooden spikes and pointed them at the charging knights.
At the moment of the handover, the natives thrust the wooden spikes in their hands fiercely into the knights' and horses. At this time, the knights' initial disdain turned into horror, because they found that the wooden spikes on the opposite side pierced through their armor and horse armor and pierced into their bodies.
Along with the hissing sounds of wooden splinters entering flesh, the screams of people and the wailing of horses, some knights were stabbed directly during the charge, or were thrown to the ground by their horses. Before they could react, the natives rushed over and stabbed them with wooden splinters until they bled from all their orifices.
The cavalrymen behind them were not immune either. When they swung their swords at the natives, except for a few injuries on the natives' unprotected bodies, the rest were blocked by their wooden armor. They were then dragged down by the natives and suffered the same fate as the knights before.
"My cavalry!!!"
Count Vaze's hands trembled as he looked at the battlefield in the distance through a telescope. Those were the cavalry he had raised with countless money and painstaking efforts. They were originally used to compete with other lords, but now they had all fallen to the locals.
"Order all the infantry to move out! Kill all these natives!" Count Waze, who was furious, ignored the advice of those around him and directly ordered all the infantry to move out.
Except for the earl's regular troops wearing equipment, the rest of the infantry were peasants recruited by various lords. They went to the battlefield almost in cloth. After seeing the knights in front of them being killed by the natives, they were a little scared, but when they thought of the promises made by the nobles before, they bravely shouted and rushed towards the natives on the opposite side.
However, the weapons in the hands of these soldiers did not have much effect on the natives. The sharp swords only left scratches on the wooden armor of the natives, while the natives could create a dent or gap on the armor of the soldiers by simply chopping with wooden swords.
"The divine power of the Son of God!" Now all the natives knew that the Son of God had indeed endowed their weapons with divine power. So with the victory in close combat and the blessing of faith, the natives launched a more fierce attack on the Waze coalition forces.
While the two sides were fighting, a group of indigenous cavalry appeared from the woods in the distance. They bypassed the fighting armies and rushed towards the rear of the Waze coalition forces.
"Archers, shoot arrows at these cavalry!" Count Waze sent all his infantry to the front line and only kept long-range troops in the rear. However, he could not take care of anything else at this time and could only order the archers to shoot arrows at the native cavalry rushing towards him at high speed.
Facing the rain of arrows, the native cavalry rushed towards the archers after suffering some casualties. Count Waze even saw an native cavalryman chop off the archer's head with a wooden sword.
"This is impossible!" Count Oise couldn't believe his eyes. It was the first time in his life that he saw an army using wooden weapons to attack people.
There was a fire in the rear and the front line could not hold on. The natives relied on their tenacious fighting will and the wooden weapons in their hands that were reinforced by the Son of God to gradually defeat the infantry who came. The regular troops could still fight against the natives, but the conscripts did not even have the means to protect themselves. So as the natives attacked like a tsunami, the soldiers fled in large numbers as expected.
"Sir, we can't hold them back any longer. Let's retreat!"
Looking at the natives and deserters all over the mountains, the nobles quickly made a proposal to Count Vaze.
"Well, that's the only way..."
Before he could finish his words, an arrow hit Count Vaze directly in the heart. To the surprise of the nobles, a rain of arrows poured down on them. It was obvious that the natives had learned the location of these nobles. The nobles were either dead or wounded. The nobles who were still breathing kept wailing on the ground, and the soldiers who had lost their command completely became headless flies and fled everywhere.
After seeing the enemy who had been oppressing them all day being defeated, the natives cheered, and some even knelt on the ground and cried with tears in their eyes.
"Son of God, what should we do next?" asked the chief on the side.
"The soldiers have fought a great battle and are tired. It's time to reap the spoils." The Son of God said this and pointed his finger towards the city of Waze in the distance.