You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 189 Wheel War

Sir Simon retreated to the rear. Carter asked impatiently, "How did it go?"

Sir Simon gave a wry smile. What else could he do?

They suffered a crushing defeat.

“His spearmen are too dominant,” he said succinctly.

The nobles in the rear could also see clearly that the Simon family had indeed done their best.

They were initially suppressed by archers, and later by spearmen.

The average length of spears in this era was only a little over two meters, while those on the other side were four or five meters long, and they could advance and retreat with a certain degree of control.

They were simply puzzled.

It felt like we were facing a revolutionary army; we were completely outmatched and had a very difficult time.

These kinds of operations are rare these days.

"You're playing too cautiously. You should charge in headfirst!" Carter criticized.

“Lord Carter, you overestimate me,” Sir Simon said helplessly.

I don't know how many people would die that way.

It really can't withstand any more damage.

He didn't even know if the conscripted soldiers would be willing to launch a second attack.

He was sent to lead the charge; no one expected him to win the battle. He was more tasked with gathering intelligence to facilitate subsequent deployments.

Since it concerned his interests, Simon had no choice but to say a few more words.

“My lord, it will be difficult for us to defeat the enemy head-on; this is not something we can do alone. I propose that we send an army to flank them from the rear, creating a pincer movement. Alternatively, we should prepare for a protracted stalemate. Or we could send an elite force to attack Sig Town—it is certainly undefended now.”

He offered three strategies: superior, middle, and inferior.

Sending someone to raid the enemy's base is the best strategy, a stalemate is a middle strategy, and attacking from both sides is the worst strategy.

A direct assault is too difficult.

The opposing team is using a piece-trading tactic, which will result in heavy casualties.

"What does Lord Frant think?" Earl Conde asked, looking at the veteran knight in blood-red plate armor.

After a moment's thought, Frant shook his head and said, "According to Lord Carter, after the male tiger leaves the den, there is still a female tiger inside."

Maintain awe for the unknown.

Seven thousand against two thousand, and they even steal the base...

It's not about any aristocratic spirit; raiding someone's base means splitting up forces, drawing out the most elite group of people, and sending them to that valley quickly and efficiently.

The Conqueror Knight is the best choice.

It is not enough to only send out knights to fight; you must also send their squires to shield them from arrows when necessary.

In this way, these three to five hundred elite main forces will be gone.

Given the strategic wisdom displayed by the other side, to say they were completely unprepared would be to say they lacked wisdom.

Are we really going to send our elite forces to that unknown land?

There is no room for error in war.

Moreover, Roman learned that the Knights of Conquest had formed a group to attack Sig Town.

Without their main force, the two sides will engage in a head-on battle.

To this day, everyone acknowledges that he was a terrifying lord, not someone they could easily defeat; it would have cost countless lives.

His army was like a hedgehog with a tortoise shell.

The various families also had their reservations about the war, believing that they should not have left their troops there to fight a battle with high casualties.

Conscription is not a concern during peacetime; all that is needed is tax reduction and exemption.

But during wartime they had to be paid, with a daily wage of a quarter of a copper coin.

This is also an expense.

They besieged this place for two months, stationing a thousand conscripts, for which they had to pay 150 gold coins in military pay.

The Carter family's Beast Warriors earn one copper coin a day.

The daily wage for a Conquering Knight is as high as 1 silver coin!
This expenditure is enormous.

The Earl of Conde's conscripted soldiers were not assembled, but only trained occasionally and practiced at the last minute, all to avoid paying wages.

There's no other way; conscripted soldiers also have to farm. Who will feed them if they don't farm?

But he had to pay the wages for the thousand conscripts he had borrowed.

Roman didn't want to drag it out; they couldn't afford to.

Both sides prefer a quick victory.

Therefore, the middle strategy is also impossible. "Don't give them a chance to breathe, Lord Steve." Count Condé looked at the Geiron family.

Steve nodded; now he had no choice but to grit his teeth and go along with it.

The Earl then said to Bald Carter, "Lord Carter, please lead your family warriors to flank around to the rear and wait for my order to attack together."

Bald Carter grinned bloodthirstyly.

……

The Geylang family had a poor start to the game.

They had barely reached the halfway point when, like the Simon family before them, they were attacked by a hail of arrows.

Steve's face turned green.

The nobles watching from the rear were also somewhat dumbfounded.

Where did all these arrows come from?

Relatively speaking, the fewer people there are, the higher the level of protection.

Don't be fooled by the fact that there are only three hundred fewer men. For Roman archers, if they miss, they miss. It's good if three out of ten arrows hit the enemy ranks. Most of the time, even if they do hit, the arrows are blocked.

Therefore, the Geiron family suffered fewer casualties than the Simon family.

Roman replaced the initial infantry with other squadrons, awaiting the arrival of the Geirand family.

Each company and platoon, with its sergeants shouting and leading by example, ordered the soldiers to maintain their formation and hold the line.

The extra-long spear in their hands gave the soldiers immense courage.

The Geyland family has retreated.

Soon, the Vericchka family's army arrived again.

Roman realized this was a war of attrition.

But this is not important.

The enemy will launch a full-scale attack sooner or later.

The two sides combined have less than 10,000 men. What kind of tactics can they use in this kind of terrain? They're bound to fight head-on!
In a strategy of exchanging pieces, whoever can't withstand the pressure loses.

The company commander directed each squad to replace wounded and exhausted soldiers, and to withdraw to the rear for rest and treatment according to squad size, so that the front line could always maintain a high level of combat effectiveness.

The Vericchka family's army was first bombarded with arrows, and then the two sides began close combat.

Sir Foucault's face was gloomy.

That battle line, with its back-and-forth movements resembling wavy lines, appeared somewhat fragile.

But it didn't collapse!
After three attacks, the enemy had at least several hundred men fighting on the front lines.

But they managed to stay stable, and even after two different groups of people were brought in, they remained just as tenacious.

The elite troops of the Vericchka family were also quite formidable.

At first, I simply couldn't believe that this godforsaken place could have an army that could rival Vericchka.

After all, they come from wealthy lands, and wealthy lands can support elite troops. Free citizens also bring their own good equipment. Coming to the fishpond is just like indiscriminate slaughter.

Now he's been slapped twice.

"Attack!" he shouted from behind.

They were nominally sending troops to seek justice for Count Condé.

But in essence, it was a battle for the right to speak among salt merchants, just as the imperial court would spare no effort to crack down on smuggled salt dealers.

A minor nobleman who supplies 500,000 catties of salt annually can earn a net profit of 1,000 gold coins per year, and 10,000 gold coins in ten years.

Even if the salt mine in Sigir fell into the hands of Carter or Simon, it would still be better than the hands of an unruly nobleman, at least the former two knew the rules.

Foucault Vericcka was seething with anger.

He cannot tolerate his own failure.

When he saw the frontline soldiers cowering, he kicked the conscript in the backside.

The enemy spearmen stabbed the staggering conscript to death with a single spear thrust.

"All of you, launch an attack!" Sir Foucault shouted.

Despite their fear, the Vericchka family's army launched a fierce charge.

In an instant, even more conscripts became victims of spears.

However, this charge also caused great damage to Roman's lines, which were temporarily deformed, interlocked, and engaged in close combat.

It is unknown how many people have died or been injured.

Vericka also began to retreat.

(End of this chapter)