The Army of Nanar had built several strategic strongholds on the border with the coastal camp as its base and Syah in the north as its support. The front line was relatively wide, and it was impossible for a supreme mage to use detection magic to scan the sky at all times over such a long distance, so it was not difficult to find weak points in the defense line to penetrate.
South of the Charcoal Marsh, near the newly emerged inland lake, was originally barren and desolate with bare hills, and not far away was the Gobi Desert. But after the flood, the environment here changed, lush jungles grew, and there were many wild animals and some weak monsters. Amon had come here last time when he and Medanzo were inspecting the landscape.
In an open grassy area between the jungles, they found a group of people on horseback, actually hunting.
And in a secluded location at the foot of the mountain not far away, there was a large gorgeous tent. There were guards around the tent, and from a distance, they were clearly not ordinary soldiers, but rather the personal guards of some great man. Judging from the lineup, there should be very few people who could have such a large number of personal guards.
It was now the time for the decisive battle between the two countries, and there were actually people playing and hunting behind the battle line, and even setting up such a gorgeous camp. This was very surprising, even the Head of the Army would not have the courage to do so, would he? George wanted to fly lower and closer to get a closer look, but Amon stopped him and said: "We can't get any closer, there must be a supreme mage there, maybe he is always on guard."
At this moment, George frowned and said: "The crystal shuttle has a response, someone just inadvertently swept the sky with detection magic. Although it is far away and not enough to find us, that person is definitely a supreme mage. We are now deep behind the enemy, once we are exposed, it will be very troublesome, we really can't get any closer. "
The faint "cloud" in the sky quietly drifted away with the wind, and Amon on the crystal shuttle muttered: "Who can come here to hunt at this time, and even have a supreme mage guarding him?" The two of them looked at each other and made their own guesses. Amon already had an idea, but George was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
Amon looked solemn and said, "Let's go back. I have a plan to discuss in detail. Although it is very risky, it is much safer than the army leaving the coastline and going deep into the sea. It depends on whether you agree or not."
At dusk, the two returned to the main camp of the An-Ra Legion. The senior generals of the legion had a secret discussion in the main tent for the whole night. The next day, the Army of Nanar of the Hittite Kingdom in the north received a report from the scouts. The An-Ra Legion had indeed left the coastline and marched towards the desert in the east. This was exactly as the kingdom's frontline command had predicted.
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The An-Ra Legion had set off early in the morning. The vanguard consisted of about 1,500 people, and the flag of the commander was among them. It seemed that they were all elites. However, the main camp by the sea did not withdraw. Two-thirds of the An-Ra Legion still remained in the camp.
Orrebén, the commander of the Army of Nanar, gathered the generals to judge the purpose of Amon's march. Vivian analyzed: "The enemy is relatively cautious. He sent elite combat troops to open the way in front, and after clearing the obstacles, he will send a heavy escort of military supplies to follow. This way, he can fight and retreat at the same time, and he will not panic when he is blocked. The commander of the legion, Amon, is at the forefront. "
Orrebén added: "Lord Goliath has specially reminded us that although the combat effectiveness of the An-Ra Legion is very average, the commander of the legion, Amon, is the one who is most familiar with the terrain in this area, more familiar than all of our commanders."
Vivian smiled coldly: "So what? This is a battle of the legion, not an adventure for him alone. The An-Ra Legion is going to die. We found Pharaoh's order from the messenger that we intercepted. Amon is only carrying out the order. He has no other way to go. Commander, when do you think is the best time for us to attack? "
Orrebén replied: "The order I received is very simple. If the miscellaneous legion does not move, we do not need to worry about it. If they move closer to the main battlefield, we will advance along the coastline to cut off their reinforcements and attack from the back. Now, I will give the order to prepare to attack and monitor the movements of the enemy. If the supply team in the main camp has also set off, we will attack when they have just set off. "
Vivian reminded: "You have to attack his follow-up troops. Be careful that the vanguard will turn back and attack."
Orrebén asked: "How strong can this miscellaneous legion be? If the vanguard is forced to retreat, my goal will be achieved. The An-Ra Legion will still stay where they are. When the situation on the main battlefield is settled, won't they be meat sent to my mouth? It depends on my mood when I want to eat them. "
The Army of Nanar gathered their elites and was ready to go. However, after waiting for a whole day, Amon's vanguard had already moved far away in the desert. There was still no movement from the main camp by the sea. The soldiers of the Army of Nanar were already neatly equipped and tired. Orrebén and Vivian were puzzled. They did not know what Amon was up to. Was the commander only going to save Pharaoh with 1,500 lightly equipped soldiers?
If Amon had really made such a decision, then his level of military command was simply that of an idiot. However, anything could happen in this world. It was said that the commander was an ordinary warrior who had never led an army to war before. The situation on the battlefield needed to be adjusted according to the changes. Orrebén immediately decided to wait for Amon to move further away from the main camp. Then, he could calmly lead his troops to cut in from the back and kill them.
The soldiers had been tense for a whole day. Orrebén ordered the officers and soldiers to temporarily take off their armor and rest. They would take action the next morning. Unexpectedly, urgent reports came in one after another. Amon, who was marching slowly, suddenly changed direction and turned north from the desert. He led 1,500 vanguard troops and launched a fierce attack on the defensive line of the Army of Nanar.
This battle was very strange. It was completely out of the norm and out of everyone's expectations.
Amon led the cavalry and chariots. The throwers with long shields and the archers in light leather armor also boarded the chariots. They only brought three days' worth of food and water with them, so they were quite mobile. During the day, they marched slowly and deliberately to save their strength. At night, they suddenly rushed north and quickly rushed to the Army of Nanar's two strategic fortresses along the border.
Half of the main force of the Army of Nanar was gathered in the camp by the sea, waiting to attack. The rest of the troops were lined up along the border and relied on the fortifications for defense. Although they had a great advantage in a defensive battle, Amon had concentrated 1,500 elites into a single point of attack. There were only slightly more than 300 regular defenders in the two fortresses at the frontline.
Although they were under close surveillance, Amon's change of direction was too sudden and the speed of the march was too fast. He had no intention of attacking the fortresses. He only wanted to break through the defensive line and advance toward Syah. The defenders resisted with all their might, but Amon still broke through the defensive line.
Amon let the chariots charge forward on both flanks while he led his personal cavalry to form the arrowhead in the middle. As they approached the defensive line, the archers on the chariots unleashed a concentrated volley of arrows under the cover of the javelin throwers' shields. As they charged forward, the javelin throwers also fired their spears. On this small front line, the sky was covered in arrows and spears, making the ground look like a hedgehog.
As soon as the guards raised their heads from behind the bunker, Medanzo and his personal guards had already rushed over. They were the first to rush over the fence while waving a heavy sword. The 1,500 chariots and cavalrymen charged at full speed, accompanied by the dense volley of arrows and spears. Amon led his troops and trampled over them, only losing a few dozen cavalrymen. Apart from a few defenders who escaped back to the fortress, there were nearly 200 casualties.
In the first battle of the An-Ra Legion, Amon won a resounding victory.
This victory was too important for the soldiers of the An-Ra Legion. They had never fought a war before, and in their hearts, they had always thought that this legion was a useless miscellaneous army. After Amon's reorganization, they won such a great victory in the first battle. Imperceptibly, their confidence and morale were greatly boosted. It turned out that the enemy was just so-so. Many people who were fighting on the battlefield would not calm down and think carefully about the circumstances under which this victory was obtained.
But if this victory was put in the overall situation of the battle, it would seem extremely foolish. Shrinking the mobile forces and charging at full speed to break through the defensive line, while the enemy's strength and combat power were stronger than their own. This was a tactic that would only be used when escaping. Even if Amon wanted to escape, he fled in the wrong direction and actually fled into the territory of the Hittite Kingdom.
How could there be such a stupid commander in the world? Although the enemy was caught off guard for a while, as long as they took advantage of the situation to withdraw their forces, they could directly chop Amon's lone army into mincemeat.
However, when Commander Orrebén received the urgent report, he was shocked. According to the normal battle command, he only needed to order the defensive line to withdraw in place and cut off Amon's escape route. At the same time, he could attack from both flanks. When the enemy was exhausted, he would naturally be captured. However, Orrebén did not and did not dare to give such an order. Instead, he ordered the troops on both flanks of the defensive line to return and must intercept Amon in front.
At the same time, the main force of the Army of Nanar, who had just dismounted and rested, hurriedly moved out. The light cavalry was in front, the chariots followed, and the heavy cavalry and infantry also set off in order to fight with Amon at the fastest speed. The reason was very simple. If Amon took the wrong medicine and went deep into the enemy's rear alone, although he would definitely die, he might encounter the Hittite King who was hunting at the rear.
If he disturbed the King, Orrebén would not be able to bear the consequences. He had already patted his chest and assured His Majesty the King that it was absolutely safe there. He only needed to rest and wait for the news of victory.
On the contrary, it was the chief priest who comforted him, "His Majesty the King's camp is still far from the defensive line. The An-Ra Legion's charging speed can't be that fast. Even if the people can persist, the warhorses also need to rest. Not to mention the interception along the way, our main force can definitely intercept him without disturbing His Majesty the King. Since they want to die, isn't it just right that they came? After dealing with this vanguard, the next step can be to easily uproot their camp by the sea. The credit of this battle will all be ours, and it will be right in front of the King's eyes. "
However, Amon's march once again exceeded the enemy's expectations. It was simply incredible. After breaking through the defensive line for more than ten miles, it was already late at night. He ordered the officers and soldiers to rest in a huge sand dune. While watching the surrounding movements, he let the warhorses rest and did not continue to advance to the enemy's rear. The night was not conducive for marching, and Amon also ordered the officers and soldiers not to light a torch or let out any light.
The Army of Nanar's defensive line had all rushed to the front to intercept. When Amon suddenly stopped marching, it was equivalent to leaving them behind. When the sky was slightly bright, the enemy realized that Amon did not advance, so they gathered their forces and advanced to fight with Amon. Meanwhile, the main force of the Army of Nanar was about to arrive.
At this time, Amon gave another order. All the officers and soldiers boarded the chariots and horses and galloped at full speed. Their destination was the An-Ra Legion's camp in the southwest. They had just been out for a day and a night, and they actually had to retreat at the fastest speed. The way to fight a war was to suddenly stab the enemy when they were unprepared, and then run away after taking a breath.
It was not easy to escape. On the way back, they happened to meet the flank of the main force of the Army of Nanar that was rushing over. They were lucky that they did not run into the main force head-on. This was because the Army of Nanar's original marching direction was to intercept in the front. On the way, they heard that Amon was leading the army to retreat, so they chased from the side and the rear. The fastest light cavalry happened to meet them diagonally.
This was a tough battle. The An-Ra Legion drove the chariots to the front, and the heavy cavalry protected the flanks. The battle formation of both sides was a mess. At the critical moment, the personal guards of the Head of the Legion formed the vanguard, but the leader was not the personal guard captain, Medanzo, but John, who was holding a shield in one hand and wielding a long-handled battle axe in the other.
At this time, John seemed to have entered a state of madness. He swung his axe madly, and with a whirling silver light, under the protection of the armoured guards, he charged directly into the center of the enemy's formation. His combat power was not weaker than that of a supreme warrior. The opponent's cavalry captain was caught off guard. John broke through the formation and rushed to the front of his horse. After a few rounds of fighting, he was cut down and fell off his horse.
The commander of the An-Ra Legion's chariot was also missing Amon's figure. The commander of the battle was the supreme mage George with a staff in his hand. A team of twenty mages, under the protection of the chariots, also entered the battlefield. With the sound of chanting, rays of light fell, making the soldiers forget their pain and awakening the belief of victory and the strongest power.
The soldiers of the An-Ra Legion had just experienced a great victory and had rested for half the night. Their morale was high. The opponent was only about six hundred light cavalry that had arrived overnight. Although this battle was a head-on confrontation, they had broken through the light cavalry formation. They had no time to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils of war. They still ran at full speed in the direction of their own camp.
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