Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1709 1681. Counterattack
Thanks to the sharp and foresighted tactical and strategic vision of the forty Embers Knights, the Northern Alliance was able to temporarily create a group of counter-attack troops.

The Nilfgaardians were a step slower than them and began to organize their defense forces.

They were already a step slow, and the composition of the troops was unhealthy, with most of the soldiers being cavalry, which made the Nilfgaardians completely helpless when they needed to defend.

The only way to harass and delay the enemy's counterattack troops is to use the greatest and most tragic cavalry charge, combined with flank harassment.

But this is too weak.

"Charge! Charge!" the commander of the Ade Fein Division shouted in the chaotic and noisy battlefield, "At all costs! Stop them! Crush them."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a wave of people suddenly appearing in front of a large group of black knights in front of him!
The Qilin was like a sharp blade cutting through the water, blowing away everything that blocked its way and piercing deeper into the water!

It was a noble and morale-boosting practice for the commander to charge forward with all the soldiers.

However, when facing creatures like the New World Ancient Dragon, a monster that can rush from the front of the army to the core of the army in one breath, and whose impact force and speed seem to have not been consumed at all!

He died too quickly.

The Nilfgaard Legion still maintains a numerical advantage over the Northern Alliance, not to mention this counterattack force that was temporarily formed from the Northern Alliance.

But what’s the use of having the advantage in numbers now?

The Nilfgaardian army had no positions and no infantry to defend itself, and the black mass of cavalry like a tide did look intimidating.

But now they are like a big, fat, thick hunk of beef.

The Northern Alliance on the opposite side, with Qilin and Flannel Ball as the vanguard and the Embers Knights coordinating and dispatching their offensive, was like a butcher's knife cutting meat.

Of course, the knife for cutting meat does not need to be as thick or as big as the meat being cut, but how can the meat resist the knife?

Of course, the Nilfgaardians still put up quite a bit of resistance.

"Flanks! Attack their flanks!"

The original commander of the Alba Heavy Lancer Division, Egblaj, was killed shortly after the battle began, and now the substitute commander is leading the charge.

A frontal cavalry charge is a necessary measure to hinder the enemy's counterattack, but attacks from the side and breaking the enemy's line of troops are the normal uses of cavalry and cannot be avoided.

Not only the Alba Division, but on both sides of the Northern Allied Forces that counterattacked, there were countless Nilfgaardian cavalry units trying to charge forward.

They gathered into several groups and looked threatening.

The Northern Alliance's team was led by the Embers, and then the rest followed suit under the orders of John Natalis.

Therefore, the line of troops is very long, and strictly speaking it is an unqualified assault formation.

This is a match between an unqualified defensive formation and an unqualified attacking formation.

However, the tactics and strategic vision possessed by the Embers Knights are completely beyond the reach of ordinary division commanders.

They have a great understanding of each other and seem to have been prepared for it.

Suddenly, many Nilfgaardian cavalry appeared on both sides of the formation. When they wanted to charge from the side, the Northern Alliance suddenly separated a corresponding number of cavalry units from the formation.

They broke away from the formation like splinters sticking up from a rough, uneven chopstick.

This time, these wooden spikes were going to stab the flanks of the Nilfgaardian cavalry who were trying to charge from both sides!
"Even the location you chose for the raid was unoriginal."

The Embers Knight, who rushed into the Alba Division from the side and was holding a long sword and a shield, commented like this.

Lincoln, who was following behind Qilin, never looked back from beginning to end.

Assaults, counter-assaults, and a confusing array of tactics and troops were entangled endlessly.

But Lincoln was completely confident in leaving his back to his fighting brothers of the Embers.

They have the ability and tacit understanding. You don't need to worry about these things, they can coordinate and get things done by themselves.

This was an ability that had been honed in the Order of Embers during the guerrilla warfare in Cintra.

"Move a little further to the left, Master Qilin!"

The clerk held a spear in one hand and a long sword in the other. He stabilized the existence of the roads opened up by the Qilin, while also reminding the ancient dragon ahead.

Of course, Qilin can rely on its ancient dragon body to charge forward. Even if it breaks through all the defenses of the Nilfgaardians, its speed and strength will not be reduced.

But the troops following behind cannot do that.

Lincoln had to grasp the enemy's defensive strength and military deployment in all directions, and then choose the direction of advance in a targeted manner.

We must take into account the speed of the advance, whether the troops can keep up, whether there will be too many losses if they do, and how much physical strength the soldiers and horses have left.

Kirin and Xiaomao were strong, but their understanding of the battlefield situation was too shallow. On the surface, Kirin was the vanguard, but in fact, Lincoln was controlling the direction.

The clerk of the Order of Embers had white mist-like air blades swirling on the spear in his left hand and the sword in his right hand.

At this moment, he stood up on the horse's back, trying to get a wider view.

He saw what he wanted to see, and it was as he expected.

"Until now, the Nilfgaardian military camp has begun to panic after the defeat!"

"This just proves that we have come to the right place! The key is in the military camp!"

"Shoot through them! Run over this military camp!"

Ahead were the Nilfgaardian cavalry charging forward fiercely. The neighing of horses, the collision of steel, the shouting and wailing of humans were endless, and the scene was noisy and chaotic.

But in the distance behind him, the sounds of the battle between the demon hunter and the vengeful ghost were like myths and legends shining into reality.

The earth shook and the rocks and dirt were like crackers!
The soldiers' physical strength has almost reached its limit, and if they cannot quickly break through the Nilfgaardian camp, they will probably have no chance to find those key points!
Lincoln is racing against time, but he also has to control Qilin so that he can't rush too much.

Now this is a very difficult time for him and it is hard to sustain.

But right now, even Lincoln feels his brain is hot, and with his brain and body almost not enough, the Nilfgaardians will only have a harder time.

"He's heading straight for us." Menno Kuhoon pursed his lips tightly and put down the telescope. "John Natalis, he's really a character."

He didn't know yet about the spontaneous linking of the troops by the Knights of Embers, but just based on the calmness and quality shown by the commander of the opposing Northern coalition forces during the previous conventional battle, he was worthy of the high praise from this famous Nilfgaardian general.

"Should you evacuate immediately?" A captain beside the field marshal reminded in a hurried tone.

"Escape?" Menno Coehoorn used this more unpleasant and more explicit term without hesitation.

He calmly scanned the battlefield: "Given the current situation, how far can we escape after losing?"

"You can give me your battle shirt and helmet." The captain wiped the blood and dust off his face. He had just come down from the front line to resist the counterattack.

"Put on my mount and armor and don't waste time objecting! You must stay alive, Your Excellency the Marshal! Your abilities and life are too valuable to the Empire!"

"But you won't survive." Menno Kuhoon muttered, taking the reins of the warhorse handed to him.

The captain wasted no time in speaking, he simply saluted the field marshal, put on his equipment and rushed out.

"Good luck, kid."

Menno Cuhoon looked at the captain's back and murmured.

Beside him, the captain of the guard coughed at an inopportune time, reminding the marshal that he should make a decision and take action early.

"Should we break out, sir?" the captain of the guard whispered, "I think there might be a gap in the defense on the bank of the Little Fish River. If..."

But Menno Cuhoon shook his head.

He put on the captain's helmet.

"You can't escape, Sivington." The Field Marshal calmly recounted the cruel reality, "We just saw how powerful that horse is. If it starts to flee, it means that the cursed ghost developed by the Empire has also failed."

"The unstoppable [Lord Hunter] will go on a rampage. Who can escape from under his nose? Just because I changed my clothes?"

"On the contrary, if you really want to survive now, you can't run. What I said just now was just that, I just wanted to comfort the young man a little bit."

"What about us?" The captain of the guard frowned and trembled.

"We," said Menno Cuhoon firmly, "can't leave. We must go find the carriage that rings the bell and guard it!"

"Some fools may not see the situation of this war clearly, but I see it clearly: as long as there is something that can stop the [Hunter], we can still deal with it according to the routine of conventional warfare."

"But if there's nothing to hold him back and keep him from running amok, then all the preparations for a conventional war will be in vain!"

"This is clearly a new form of warfare, but time is running out and I can't think too much."

"Then we can only use the thinking of conventional warfare to seek a way to break through and survive. Then the first condition is that the cursed ghost cannot lose!"

"Otherwise, all the experience and judgment we have accumulated from rolling among the dead on the conventional battlefield will become inappropriate and useless waste!"

"Even if the camp is about to collapse, we have to stabilize the cursed ghost! Let's go and find the car that rings the bell immediately!"

The idea was clear. Immediately, the field marshal, who had changed his clothes, and the guards, who had also been covered up and become inconspicuous, rode out of the command post on horseback and rushed into the chaotic military camp.

(End of this chapter)