Academy Genius Commander

32 – Peter Yeager Soars (2)

Obviously, in the bleachers a little far away, even now, they are constantly spitting out words with messages that cheer me up or jeer me.

No such words entered my ears at all.

Instead, all I hear in my ears are the footsteps of over a thousand soldiers, both enemy and friendly, as they step on the ground and the sound of their armor clashing.

I’m sure this is happening because I’m concentrating as much as I can on this battle.

As the distance grew closer and closer, Lieutenant Colonel Pommel shouted in a loud voice.

“We will not be defeated by rookies who have never played well on the battlefield! Archers, shoot at the enemy infantry!”

As soon as I heard that, I ordered my soldiers.

“Crossbowmen, fire arrows at the spearmen of the Pommel Battalion in front! Pikemen keep moving forward with their spears! Don’t break the formation with just a few arrows! Keep up the pace!”

Originally, considering that most of the dead and wounded in all battlefields are caused by ‘arrows’, it is advantageous to start engaging with the enemy as soon as possible, even if it is only one second.

So, from the introduction to military science I learned at the academy to the advanced tactics, everything is ‘If there is an engagement with the enemy, stick with it.’ Although claiming

The Tercio formation I am using now rapidly increases the speed of the soldiers marching, so if the formation collapses even a little, the damage will be great when entering close combat.

The reason is that once the movement speed of the spearmen and crossbowmen is out of sync, the formation that compensates for each other’s weaknesses is broken.

Colonel Pommel and his soldiers laughed and shouted, as if to prove that, to those who did not know this fact, my instructions were bound to sound like bullsh*t that was contrary to combat doctrine.

“Looking at the young spearmen walking terribly slowly despite being hit by arrows, your young commander Jaeger must have lost his concept! What a shame to be a fool at that age!”

“See how you fight under the captain who gives such orders.”

“I’ll make you arrows! Unlike war, I won’t fall behind, so instead of breaking an arm, I’ll give you a good lesson!”

Saying that, the lieutenant colonel’s battalion began to rush towards me like crazy, fast and fiercely, and those who did not know the true value of the formation I had in mind said, ‘No matter how young a genius commander is, he can’t beat a lieutenant colonel with experience and knowledge. It’s confirmed that the lieutenant colonel will win.’ I might go through with this.

From my point of view, knowing the true value of the formation called Tercio, Lieutenant Colonel Pommel and his soldiers shouted so loudly.

He looked like a foolish moth rushing into a fire, fearing he would be burned to death.

Because right now we are being hit by arrows one-sidedly, but our heads and upper bodies are protected by iron armor, so we haven’t suffered much damage.

Unlike Lieutenant Colonel Pommel’s unit formation, where the archers can only play an active role when the spearmen are separated from each other, our crossbowmen are placed at both ends of the spearmen, so when we enter a full-scale hand-to-hand combat, the linkage between the crossbow and the longbow exerts the greatest power. .

And finally, when the polearms of Lieutenant Colonel Pommel and the other foot soldiers moved up to eight or ten yards in front of us, I drew my sword instead of a baton and brandished it.

ordered.

“I had a hard time being patient. Crossbowmen, fire arrows at the enemy infantry all at once! Spearmen must maintain a solid formation like a wall! The guys in the rear ranks are ready to dig into their arms at once when my signal goes off!”

My soldiers cheered in unison as if they had waited for this order, and arrows were fired simultaneously from the 25 crossbows held by the left and right crossbowmen.

The soldiers of the enemy team were flustered by the 50 arrows fired all at once from close quarters, showing insolence as they lost their connection with each other.

The infantry of the Middle Ages and modern times lose even the minimum defensive ability the moment their ranks are scattered.

What would happen after that was as obvious as seeing a fire or a stone in flowing water.

Since Lieutenant Colonel Pommel’s battalion had been eaten away by friendly crossbowmen and then the tight formation was broken, our soldiers were not threatened by enemy fire.

As a result, they began to pierce through our unit’s long spears like window paper that pierces a hole when you poke them with your fingers.

Although this was a mock battle, no one died or bleed, but the enemy soldiers still looked miserable and ugly, just like when they were severely defeated in real battle.

“f*ck, f*ck! Usually, arrows fly overhead, so if you remove the one hit by the arrow and rearrange it, somehow it will work!!”

“Dog bastards! Who taught you to stab with a spear as soon as you shoot an arrow?”

If the soldiers can’t use their hands and lament what they’re getting.

“1st company calm down! The guys who fell in front of me aren’t dead! Lower the window and charge in front of the enemy! Are you going to lose to those kids?”

“I haven’t lost yet! 3 platoon! I’ll be in the lead myself, so let’s go with me ready to counterattack them!!”

The commanders were trying to encourage the soldiers by somehow coming up with countermeasures, but they would die if they ran to the place where spears and spears were densely packed and pushed them one-sidedly without seeing any gaps.

No, because it was a mock battle, he didn’t die, but his arms, legs, and torso were beaten with the blunt spear tip of a mock battle dragon, and he collapsed in ignorant pain.

In addition, our crossbowmen, who are protected by spearmen on both sides, are shooting arrows to hinder their soldiers from forming formation or gathering to fight, reducing the number of troops.

Seeing that, I thought in my heart that if I went into the real battle with a matchlock, I might be able to win even if I went head-to-head with the knights, assuming that I was well equipped with dust proof.

But in any case, the crossbow and long spear, which are slightly less powerful than the matchlock, are almost destroying Lieutenant Colonel Pommel’s troops.

My goal of being acknowledged by everyone for my ability to command a battalion has now almost been achieved.

However, if I was going to do it, it would be natural for me to act powerfully enough to instill fear in the opponents who would be hostile to me, rather than pretending to be too humble as Count Benner said!

“Instruct the 3rd and 4th companies in the rear with flags to turn wide to the right of our troops and strike the enemy’s rear! And the tactic, just shown, is to confuse the spearmen with their crossbows before they attack!”

If you do this, you may feel at a disadvantage when the 3rd and 4th companies that were guarding the back are missing and attack, but there is a limit to the number of troops that can be put into battle at the same time in one battle.

Therefore, most units are divided into units that are directly put into battle and reserve units that are not, and the soldiers left in reserve are a kind of surplus manpower until the battle is prolonged and they are replaced.

So even turning them back for a moment has no effect on the battle going on in front of them.

On the contrary, when the enemy comes to their senses, their morale will be lowered by the fear and pressure of being attacked from the front and rear at the same time, so the battle will be much more comfortable.

At that, the rider signaled to the 3rd and 4th companies and gave them orders to turn to the rear.

“Good. Next it’s the turn of the sick soldiers! It’s everyone’s turn to step forward and inject their heads with what real fighting is all about! Break the pot!”

At the same time, the flat soldiers dug into the enemy’s side through the gaps on either side of our spearmen.

Soon after, he swung his pyeongon and began to mercilessly beat the heads, chests, and arms of the soldiers who played the role of enemies in the mock battle.

The enemy team soldiers who saw that didn’t even think to respond, and instead started pouring curses at me.

“Is it really okay to make a battle so dirty? This is a mock battle!”

“Ouch! evil! surrender!! Stop hitting me!!”

“Sal, save me! I think I’m going to fall behind in mock battles like this! naughty pups. You devilish bastards!”

I would have felt bad when I listened to it normally, but now it’s a mock battle where my job skills are evaluated.

Being cursed at by enemy soldiers in such a situation is ‘because you’re doing that well, the evaluation of your command ability goes up.’ sounds like a talk

And Lieutenant Colonel Pommel, the highest-ranking person here, was half-conscious and was swinging his sword instead of a baton.

From that mouth came only commands that sounded like nonsense, like a drunkard talking gibberish.

“f*ck, f*ck! The 1st company retreated 10 steps and attacked. 2nd Company follow 1st Company! The 4th company is 50 paces to the left!”

It’s not that the military is being bitten for reorganization, but it’s a crazy choice that it’s scattered in the middle of the day.

How the hell did he give instructions like that when he was cornered?

But his mad struggle soon came to an end…

“We are all behind! Damn, why are Jaeger battalion guys showing up from behind! Oh, stop messing around! Stayed a lot. It hurts terribly!”

The reason was that not only the front, but also the rear were eaten by my subordinate soldiers and fell into a state of encirclement from the front and rear.

Hearing that, the soldiers of the Pommel Battalion gave up everything, threw their spears to the ground, raised their hands up in surrender, or tried to escape through the gaps to the left and right.

I don’t know about those who surrendered, but those who tried to escape through the cracks were hit with a lot of arrows from our crossbowmen.

Over the course of 10 minutes, he stabbed enemy soldiers with long spears until there were holes in their armor, and pounded them with a stick.

A huge trumpet signaled the end of the mock battle.

At the same time, all the soldiers of the Jaeger Battalion, including me, chanted three cheers.

“Damn it, I won!”

“I thought I would win, but wasn’t this too easy? No, I don’t want a unit that has been on the frontline for years to be this weak…”

“It’s just that we’re terribly strong! Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live the Reich Empire! Long live the battalion commander!!!”