Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 238 Rebuilding the Army

"Stop them!"

"No, we're going to break the formation!"

"The front line has been breached! Everyone should run for their lives according to their own abilities!"

The black Nilfgaardian cavalry mercilessly smashed through the Temerian shield wall. The shield painted with lilies was torn apart under the iron hoof, and then trampled to the ground.

The Temerians were knocked away, nailed to the ground, or trampled to death by their horses.

The Nilfgaardian riders drank the blood of their enemies, and their black armor was stained with blood, making them look even more terrifying.

The black cavalry plunged into the fleeing Temerians without hesitation. The fleeing infantry were the targets of massacre in front of the galloping cavalry.

These Temerians were the rear troops left behind. They were already weak in fighting spirit. Now that the battle line was breached, they naturally began to flee in a comprehensive manner.

So after a while, the ground was covered with corpses.

The Temerian soldiers who were still fleeing also ran faster for fear of being caught up by the Nilfgaardian cavalry, and some even attacked their teammates. After all, in such an escape, you don't need to be faster than the enemy, you only need to be faster than your comrades. Just be quick.

Behind the Temerians, there are several groups of cannon fodder soldiers. These soldiers are criminals, prisoners, and social idlers that no one cares about. No one cares about them even when they die.

These groups of people only hindered the Nilfgaardians for less than 5 minutes before they began to flee, and then they encountered rounds of massacres.

But for the officers who organized this unit, their performance was beyond expectations.

After all, this is just a cannon fodder force used to consume the enemy's arrows and physical strength. It actually hindered the Nilfgaardians for a few minutes, and now they are using their lives to slow down the Nilfgaardians.

So, it’s time to go to the next step.

The artillery began to roar, and it hit the broken soldiers and cavalry mixed together regardless of the enemy or ourselves. Those hit by the artillery shells were immediately torn to pieces, and the ground was covered with blood.

Such a tragic scene would frighten even the veterans who had faced such scenes many times, let alone the newcomers who were new to the battlefield.

During such a bombardment, all the soldiers fell into panic. They did not expect to encounter such a bombardment.

The northerners did not expect that the people from above would directly bombard them, while the southerners did not expect that the northerners would be so indiscriminate between friend and foe.

Faced with such a bombardment, the Nilfgaardians did not hesitate. They turned their horses and retreated, hiding out of the range of the artillery fire.

In this way, the Northerners achieved their goal with artillery bombardment.

Although many more northerners died under artillery fire than southerners, they succeeded in completing their goal.

The defeated soldiers who escaped back looked at the artillery position with hatred in their eyes, but no one cared about their emotions. These people quickly retreated and regrouped amid the beatings and scoldings of the officers and knights.

At the same time, the northern army, which had been arrayed for a long time, moved and began to think about pressing against the Nilfgaardians.

The artillery, regardless of its accuracy, began to fire at the fastest speed.

"Quick, speed up."

Seeing the groups of black-clad infantry walking past, Emperor Torres couldn't help but urged anxiously.

There is a reason why he is so anxious. If the troops cannot be deployed on the battlefield, they will be blocked, and the narrow battlefield width cannot give full play to the numerical advantage of the imperial army.This is what Torres doesn't want to see. This time he has assembled all the forces that the empire can muster, just to completely defeat the northerners in a battle and prevent them from attacking for five years.

He had put everything on the line to assemble this army.

Torres is not a big gambler, but the current situation forces him to gamble, and he has no choice.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Torres urged again, which was in sharp contrast to his usual calm image. It's not to blame for his attitude. After all, the situation is so critical now, who can be decent?

A cannonball fell not far away from the emperor. It smashed the feet of several soldiers who subconsciously stepped on the slow-looking iron ball, and then smashed the upper bodies of a bunch of people. It was effective all at once. A class.

Such a tragedy did not even qualify the emperor to take a look. Torres just ran up to a nearby hill and blew the horn himself to boost morale.

He was not worried about the shelling. At such a distance, it was just good luck to cause casualties like that. The important thing now was to deploy troops on the battlefield.

Torres looked at the northerners' line and saw the northern army approaching, with many of the flags he had seen before.

The morale of the northerners is high now. They march towards the battlefield without fear with the momentum of victory.

The emperor felt a bitterness in his heart at this moment. In the past, armies in black were killing people on the battlefields of other countries.

As a result, today, the enemies who were once defeated by the empire are standing on the land of the empire to attack the empire.

I have to say, things are really impermanent.

These dejected expressions only existed on the emperor for a quarter of an hour, and he continued to look at his own troops.

What Torres brought were the elites created during the past three years of civil war, as well as the troops trained under the new military system.

In the past three years, Torres felt that his greatest achievement was not the victories he had won, but the fact that he finally rebuilt the empire's military system.

After the three northern wars, due to the continuous losses of the Imperial Army and Emhyr's destruction of the military structure, the Imperial Army's system suffered great damage.

This kind of damage has actually been reflected after the Second Northern War. After that, the empire allowed a large number of private armed forces to enter the army. This is a manifestation of institutional failure.

In Torres' design back then, these losses should have been quickly made up, but the fact was that they were not.

After the Third Northern War, the situation became even worse. Although the empire still had many troops, the number of reliable troops was scarce.

Even the troops with war experience mostly have experience of defeat.

Torres has been reshaping this system in the past three years, and then using this system to continuously train reliable soldiers - just like he did when he took control of the military.

He used the freed slaves and impoverished Nilfgaardians as the basis to complete the reshaping of the new system and also found a new reliable source of troops for the empire.

Then through battle after battle, these soldiers grew up.

If he had been given more time, he could have perfected the Imperial Army.

But unfortunately, there is no time. He must lead this army that he seems not ready to face the northern army.

(End of this chapter)