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Chapter 51 - Two Lines
🕑 Added 2023-06-13 14:03:39 +0000 UTCKorelians Side
The castle’s curtain wall wasn’t thick, and its construction was outdated. Against three mangonels, it was unlikely to survive more than a week of bombardment.
If the walls were breached, an uneven battle would ensue. Against six-thousand invaders, there was zero chance to win. If the castle fell, the town of Korelia would inevitably surrender, despite its trenches.
Understanding this, Lansius played the only hand available to him: initiative.
Eight-hundred men, consisting of three-hundred men-at-arms and five-hundred militia, had been readied since the previous night. They ate an early breakfast and marched out at first light.
Strategic positioning ensured the castle’s garrison of crossbowmen protected their right flank while the town’s nearby trenches covered the left. Sir Justin valiantly led the right wing, personally guarded by his band of hardened ex-mercenaries.
The center was under Hugo’s command, bolstered by Roger and a group of arbalester.
Lieutenant Sigmund, the skald, led the third company on the left wing. Despite their confident march, the troop strength wasn’t full, as Lansius had assigned a hundred of them to a separate mission.
However, these troops, originally no more than troublemakers from Midlandia, had matured. They had developed discipline and loyalty, driven by Lansius’ generous wages and fair treatment.
Lansius’ decision to employ them year-round had transformed them mentally and physically. The previous year, the majority of Midlandian troops were distrustful, malnourished, and scrawny.
They would only fight for their own lives. Now, they were well disciplined, followed orders, and were physically tough, a result of their work in the trenches, which provided even more income and physical training.
In addition, the Lord provided meals and shelter, even in winter. With their basic needs covered, they could save money. Last year, thick ragged clothes as the poor man’s gambesons were their standard attire.
Now, they wore proper gambesons, helmets, and even ringmails or brigandine.
Moreover, the vanguard as the crème de la crème had armor rivalling a knight. These small number of overachievers, instead of gambling and drinking during winter, dedicated their all to training.
The billets, the training halls, and the training scheme provided sufficient motivation for them to hone their skills and physique.
To say that this year’s Korelian troops were an improvement would be a serious understatement. They had become a fit, fully functional military unit, no longer a motley crew of poor peasants and vagabonds.
The price of their improvement was their quantity. Lansius recruited sparingly. He stood firm on his decision not to engage in large-scale or seasonal recruitment. His approach was unconventional, but it seemed he was onto something innovative.
Well-fed and well-paid, the men of House Lansius were formidable, with high morale. The same happened with the militia. The Korelians were driven by gratitude and hope for a better life under their Lord.
The summer sun didn’t bother them; they were accustomed to laboring under it. They found standing in formation less taxing compared to digging the trenches.
Determinedly, the troops stood their ground while the vast Coalition army took to the field.
As the Coalition approached, Sir Justin, fully encased in plate armor, finalized his preparations. “Men,” he called for their attention as he read from a piece of paper on his gauntlet while his adjutant carried his halberd.
“Lord Lansius wishes to share a few words with you. Firstly, he wants you to know that he wished to stand with you, whom he regards as blood brothers.”
He then commented off-script, “Can you imagine that a Lord thinks of you, the scum of Midlandia, as his blood brothers?”
His off-the-cuff remark prompted chuckles from the men, easing their tension.
The Marshal returned to his script. “The Lord feels disgraced that he cannot fight alongside you, but he is needed elsewhere to ensure victory. In this matter, the Lord has told me that today’s victory is as certain as death by old age.”
As expected, the word death evoked a strong feeling in the men’s eyes.
“Do not fear death! Embrace it, let it strengthen your resolve, let it drive you to fight your hardest! Hold your ground and remain loyal to your officers. Blood and guts will be shed, but ultimately, victory will be yours! Your sacrifices will bring glory and riches for you, your family, and your descendants.”
The speech pumped the men and steeled their resolve.
Afterward, the knight solemnly asked, “Remember your upbringing and your life before today; it was a wretched life, wasn’t it?”
The men collectively nodded in agreement.
Sir Justin chuckled and gazed at the end part of the letter. “Lastly, the Lord wishes us all a good hunt. That is all.”
The men looked somber but relaxed, almost meditative. There, in the field of Korelia with their sharpened polearms and swords in hand, they patiently waited for the enemy to come.
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Tann- tann- taraaa! Taa- raaaa!!
The Coalition’s trumpets echoed across the plains of Korelia. Soon, waves of troops emerged from the encampment. There were no uniforms, each man donned a different style, pattern, or color of garment.
Ahead of the colorful troops, captains and lieutenants wasted no time in establishing formation. Slowly, the disorganized bunch began to coalesce into larger, orderly columns.
Meanwhile, the nobles on their horses took the lead, guiding the newly assembled columns. They were flanked by two-hundred mounted knights and the rest of the cavalry. In total, the Coalition brought more than three-hundred cavalry.
Their brightly colored clothing, polished steel armor, and vibrant banners turned the scene into a spectacle. Indeed, for them, this was a necessary display of power. This was how they showcased their might on their subjects, peers, and adversaries.
Following the noblemen and cavalry was the main body of troops, consisting of six thousand men-at-arms and levied footmen. These were common men who had no part in political squabbles.
They were here to fulfill their contracts and obligations to their lord. Many were simple farmers, artisans, or tradesmen. Ironically, they were the ones who would bear the brunt of the fighting.
With another blast of the trumpet, the halt order was sounded. The entire army stopped while dispatches on horses galloped to relay orders from the top.
Captains in each column received the commands and passed them on to the lieutenants. A flurry of activity ensued as the troops began to form into a single formation.
Before long, the formation was complete. Four unbroken lines of men stretched out for more than a mile. It was an impressive and effective display of force.
The trumpets sounded again, and the formation advanced in unison. Hundreds of banners waved. Armor and helmets glistened under the bright summer sun.
As they neared the Korelians’ line, the scale of their disparity became increasingly evident. The Coalition’s six-thousand dwarfed the defenders’ eight-hundred. It was akin to comparing a mighty river to a mere pond.
The breadth of the Coalition’s formation covered such a wide swath of land that anyone observing from Korelia would see the plains teeming with invading troops.
The scale of the invasion was not lost on the observers. Korelia’s population totaled slightly more than six-thousand, including children and the elderly. The fact that the Coalition had brought this many troops was proof that they took Lansius’ reputation seriously.
The mile-long formation continued their advance until another sound from the trumpets rang out. The formation promptly halted. Now, more than six thousand men stood tall and menacing, all facing Korelia.
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Coalition Side
“Mm... everything seems to be as expected, Baron?” Lord Jorge, mounted on his horse but still clad in his arming jack, queried nonchalantly. He was kept under the shade by a large umbrella held diligently by a team of squires.
“Indeed, My Lord. We shall proceed as planned,” Omin responded and began to relay his orders.
Earlier, the two had ruled out a full-scale attack. Both understood the inherent risks of open battles. Even a stroke of bad luck could jeopardize superior forces. Thus, they opted to launch a smaller-scale attack in response to Lansius’ invitation to battle.
A skirmish, not a pitched battle. This was to preserve the Coalition’s numerical superiority. After all, they merely needed to exercise patience and wait for the siege engines to do their work. No one wanted to risk the entire army against a potential trap.
Their decision was also influenced by the landscape. With a hill on one side and the town’s ditches on the other, there wasn’t enough space for their mile-long formation.
Earlier, a scout had reported that only a few hundred could march side by side. They deduced this to be the reason why Lansius had positioned his army there. The area essentially functioned as a natural bottleneck.
It acted as a barrier, preventing a larger army from deploying its full force against a smaller adversary. However, the two Lords were confident that they could outmaneuver it. A trap was only a trap if they weren’t aware of it.
As commanded by Lord Jorge and Omin, the Coalition force divided itself into three columns. Each contained two-thousand men.
Sir Arius, one of Lord Jorge’s cousins, had the honor of leading the attack. The young man was brave and experienced. His column stood in the center, preparing to attack eastward.
After Omin had concluded their planning with Lord Jorge, the Baron and his entourage rejoined their column and began to march toward the south, facing Korelia town.
Omin positioned his troops to guard against a potential surprise attack from the town’s direction or the south. This position also allowed him the opportunity to raid Korelia towns if the chance arose.
The Nicopolans under him were eager for action. The idea that the siege could be over before the end of the season was both thrilling and exciting to them.
However, Omin was cautious, not allowing himself to be swept up in the thought of an easy victory. He still couldn’t fathom what the enemy was thinking by offering a battle.
Sharing his concern was Lady Daniella. Her experience in minor skirmishes as mercenaries informed her that something was amiss.
“You’ll do well to keep an eye on Lord Jorge,” said Omin.
“Will do, My Lord.” Without a verbal command, Daniella led her Nicopolan cavalry to join Lord Jorge as a reserve.
Meanwhile, to the north, the last column, composed mostly of regiments from the South Hill, assumed formation. They positioned themselves against the hill and in the direction of the castle. They were there to counter any potential attack from the castle.
As planned, Lord Jorge and his knights remained with the cavalry, acting as a reserve and quick reaction force.
As the Coalition marched, the summer sun rose higher. Despite being far from midday, the heat was already unbearable. There were no tall trees for shelter, only plains of tall, yellowing grass.
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In the vanguard, Sir Arius lined his fiercest warriors. His column formed into three-hundred men wide and a solid six deep. Its width was strategically narrowed to counter the crossbowmen that lurked within the shadows of the castle and the ditches.
On the opposing side, the Korelian mirrored their formation. Two-hundred men wide, four men deep, they stood ready for the onslaught.
Despite the looming shadow of Lansius’ notorious reputation, Sir Arius and his brethren brimmed with confidence. Their numbers more than doubled their opponents, and their seasoned scars bore the testament of numerous battles.
As expected, the trumpets pierced the anticipatory silence. Sir Arius nodded towards his Captain, who bellowed the next command, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
“Proud warriors of Three Hills, advance!” As the order resonated, their column initiated the death march eastward. “Shields at the ready!”
Heeding the command, shields of all sizes were hoisted, the bright sunlight reflecting off their surfaces.
“Steady! Steady,” the Captain barked as the two armies advanced, each side wary of an imminent volley of bolts from the castle and ditches.
As predicted, the Korelians initiated their rain of death. Bolts screeched through the air, embedding themselves into the Coalition’s formation. Despite being forewarned, panic flickered in the eyes of the less experienced.
Only the nobility, encased in their suits of armor, was fearless. A few hundred donned ringmails or brigandines, which offered some protection.
However, the bulk of the men sported gambeson, which offered scant protection against the lethal bolts. With every breath they drew, they clung to their wooden shields, praying for them to protect them from the barrage.
The sounds of deflected shots, near-misses, and shields punctured by crossbow bolts were a chilling symphony, disheartening even for the hardened veterans.
The column stretched and contorted as the center was squeezed, taxing their strength and stamina as they advanced within the last hundred paces.
Fsszhhh! Clank!!
Shrieks of agony and desperation filled the air.
“F-fuck!” A bolt had found its mark, striking Sir Arius’ neck gorget. The impact was cushioned by the hardened steel, but the force choked him.
All around him, men were struck, their bodies crumpling as they succumbed to their wounds, even though encased in full plate. The advance wavered.
Then, a movement caught their eye. The Korelian front line had knelt, unveiling a hidden group of arbalester. The morning sun, high in the east, had blinded Sir Arius’ men from the incoming rain of bolts.
“Charge! Give the order to charge,” Sir Arius wheezed, rallying his men through the slit of his visor. He knew the consequences of hesitation.
With the rain of crossbow bolts painting the air with a deadly dance, the Coalition charged headlong into the Korelian line, a tidal wave of steel and determination.
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Comments
Juy.grece
Obrigado pelo capítulo 😃
John Phipps
Thanks for the chapter. I am looking forward to the next!
