People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 301 Hussite Chariot
The early morning fog gradually dissipated.

Revealed a mess on the battlefield.

The black-robed soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, stripping off the armor of the dead, and gathering the horses and pack animals that hadn't escaped. The luggage they brought was limited, which was also a great supplement.

This battle took place at the right time, place and people. Among the enemies, there were only 400 Jurchens, and the rest were Khitan, Han people, Bohai people and other servants. Our own losses were not great.

Lothar frowned, and said to Jeanna: "Flynn, Nina, Prajna and the others are not with you?"

"Tch, you can think of them too, why don't you ask Hans, Coors, and Captain Hogg?"

Lothar said helplessly: "Okay, let's ask the head office now."

Jean Na smiled, and said in a calm tone: "Not here, I guess, they should not have entered the combat records-this is normal, who made me the object of this test."

"It's kind of hard to do."

Lothar frowned: "I'll rest for a while."

He came to the side of the slope and sat down. He is now in a superposition state of being both strong and not strong. If he explodes with all his strength regardless of the consequences, the breath of the dragon or the holy spear are quite powerful abilities.

But his mental power is limited, and it is okay to use some small skills such as fireball, but if he uses a little bit of a big move, he will feel that his mental power is stretched.

"Speaking of which, the commander of the golden man is really powerful, even more powerful than Lahaier at that time."

Lothar said calmly: "It's normal. We had just experienced a large-scale witch hunt at that time, and extraordinary people either disappeared or fled overseas."

At this time.

Two Varangian guards escorted a rough-looking man to this side.

"My lord, when we were cleaning the battlefield, we found this soft bastard who was pretending to be dead."

The two men roughly pushed the prisoner to the ground. This man was not wearing a helmet, but was wearing an old Zhajia. His face was full of fear: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm from Song Dynasty, not Tartar."

Lothar nodded, and said, "I'll give you a chance to live. Next, I'll ask, and you answer. As long as you're willing to tell me all the information you know, I promise to spare your life."

The prisoner hurriedly kowtowed and said: "I am willing! I have been wandering for half my life, and I only hate that I have not met the Ming Lord, and there is nothing I can do to work for the Jinren. If you don't give up, I am willing to do the work of dogs and horses."

Lothar looked weird, I thought you were going to worship me as a foster father.

"What's your name?"

"My lord, my name is Liu San, you can call me San'er."

Lothar asked again: "Whose subordinates are you?"

As soon as Liu San heard this, he quickly drew the line: "My lord, I am not from the Tartars. I am the signing army (can be understood as cannon fodder) brought in by them. , I endured humiliation to please that Tartar general and was rewarded for this armor."

Lothar frowned. He could tell that Liu San was not lying. He is not what he used to be. Even if the Prajna lie detector is not around, ordinary people can't lie to him.

"I didn't ask you this, it's important."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Liu San hurriedly replied: "This group of Tartars are partisans under the command of the Fourth Prince of the Jin Kingdom, and there are less than one fierce soldier."

"The fourth prince of the Kingdom of Jin."

Lothar's expression froze, isn't this their goal, the Golden Wushu!

He said in a deep voice: "How many soldiers are there in the headquarters of the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, and how many partial divisions are there like this?"

Liu San was stunned, and after thinking hard for a while, he tentatively said: "The headquarters of the Fourth Prince of the Kingdom of Jin must have at least 5000 troops, but there are a few small people like me who are not qualified to know." Such a secret."

Lothar raised his hand, and the shining cross sword appeared.

Liu San's tone immediately became high-pitched: "My lord, spare my life, my lord! I don't want to join the Tartars either, I just want to survive."

Liu San's body trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was not dead, but the rope that bound him was cut off.

Lothar re-turned the silver sword in his hand into a cross and hung it around his neck, and said casually: "Seeing that you are still honest, just follow me and lead the way for my army during this time, don't worry, I am not a Jurchen Tartar, I will not who forced you into battle."

Liu San narrowly escaped death, with snot and tears on his face, kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, sir, for sparing my life."

Lothar waved his hand, motioned Liu San to stay away, and said to Rangna: "Did you hear that, there are only 5000 soldiers and horses in this Jin Wushu's headquarters, and there is a high probability that they are elites like Tiefutu and kidnapper horses?" , do you have a way to deal with it?"

Jeanna looked solemn, shook her head and said, "I'm not sure."

She had just seen the power of the Iron Buddha. Even in the thick fog, she was caught off guard by a sneak attack, but she still displayed a very strong combat power. If she and Lothar were not there, she would definitely be surrounded by him.

If there were thousands of people charging in the plains and wilderness, she didn't feel at all that her side had the possibility of victory.

There is only an ambush and a sneak attack.

But this Jurchen is not an idiot either. At least the scouts and scouts know what to do. It is almost impossible to hide an ambush army without the help of Fringilla's blood magic?
Lothar thought for a while, but came up with a simple plan.

"Let's all get together, it's time for us to go."

"Do you have a plan?"

"It can only be said to be a prototype. This Jurchen punched the Khitan and stomped on the Song Dynasty. It is the time of arrogance. It is not difficult to lure them into the trap and fight us."

"The difficulty is that there is a high probability that the enemy will not step into swamps, canyons, mountains and other dangerous places that are not conducive to cavalry. Once our whereabouts are exposed, whether to fight or retreat, the initiative will be handed over to the enemy.

Although Jin Wushu was not considered a first-class general in history, he was by no means a fool. "

Most of Lothar's army is infantry, and once bitten by the enemy, it will be difficult to escape.

"Even if it's a prototype, let's talk about it and let me give you a staff officer."

"I want to try to use Hussite chariots to deal with the enemy's cavalry, use car barriers to limit the enemy's impact speed, and artificially arrange traps such as spikes, horse ropes, and barbed wire to limit the enemy's impact speed. As long as the enemy's main force is entangled, Then you lead all the cavalry and surround them from behind, whether it is to attack the enemy general or something else, it is up to you to make a decision."

Jeanna couldn't help frowning: "It's really just a prototype."

Lothar smiled and said: "Ha, where are there so many seamless plans? When it comes to the battlefield, it's nothing more than adapting to the situation."

Why is the status of cavalry higher and higher than that of infantry?It's nothing more than the word "machine change"!
"Let's go, we have to go to the nearby Song people's cities to seek their help. We definitely don't want their soldiers and horses, but we need them to help build supplies, including chariots and other ordnance."

Jeanna asked curiously, "How did you convince Song people to help you?"

"See those?"

Lothar pointed to the heads of the Jurchens that he ordered the soldiers under his command to cut off: "In the eyes of many Song people, the Jurchens are already invincible monsters. We will give these heads to some local officials or soldiers. In the hands of the general, this kind of credit, not to mention the feudal lord and prime minister, is also a great wealth, just based on these, isn't it enough for them to organize people to help me?"

"Tch, aren't you afraid that those people from the Song Dynasty will take advantage of others? After all, you are just a barbarian in their eyes."

Lothar frowned: "Don't follow Fringila and learn those stinky problems of 'cutting and cutting' all day long-as for black and white, don't think about it. They don't even dare to deal with the Jurchens, so why dare Against me, General Qin?"

Regarding the Song Dynasty, Lothar had complicated feelings in his heart, mourning its misfortune and angering him at the same time.

Rang Na Youyou said: "Maybe, it's because they were all terrified by the Jurchens and were already planning to surrender, so they never dared to help you, a 'rebel' who dared to fight against the Jurchens?"

Lothar was slightly taken aback, but there was a possibility.

"That depends on whether our knives and guns are sharp."

(End of this chapter)