145 Repeating an Old Scheme (1/2)

Nearly a thousand soldiers gathered at the front of the dock, a little confused as they looked at the rows of horizontal trenches in front of them, unable to see a single enemy.

How should they fight this?

They hadn't encountered this particular positional warfare before.

John Senior was on horseback on a small hill in the rear, surrounded by a group of his own guards.

John Junior was with him.

”These rats are hiding in the trenches, our archers can't attack. Boy, what ideas do you have?”

Little John wore a suit of one-piece heavy armor. The faceplate on his helmet was opened to reveal his rather handsome face.

”Father, I personally suggest the army directly advance. They are all hiding in the trenches, and we can easily kill them with our lances and bows when we get over there and take the high ground.”

Little John spoke after contemplating the issue. He was well aware that this was his father testing him, testing his ability to cope on the battlefield.

John Senior nodded. ”A very normal idea, but too normal and maybe it won't work.”

John Junior was a bit confused as to why.

John Senior signaled to the officer next to him, and this officer immediately went to the army and gathered a small group of shield soldiers, lancers, and archers, and charged straight ahead.

As a result, just halfway there, the first archers suddenly appeared out of the first trench, and then there were arrows raining down.

Because there were large shield soldiers in front of them, most of the arrows were blocked and only a few of them hit people.

And even if the arrows hit, they didn't seem to have much power. Many of the soldiers had arrows stuck in their bodies and continued forward, while some others just plucked out the arrows and barreled ahead.

When they reached the trenches, these soldiers were surprised to find that the archers in the trenches had suddenly disappeared, and upon further inspection, they found that between two trenches, each several meters apart, had a small passageway that connected them to each other. Those archers used these small passages to retreat to the next trench.

Then, these soldiers didn't know what to do.

The trench was more than two meters wide, and if they were lightly equipped like they were normally, they would be able to jump over it in a light sprint, but they were now wearing light armor and carrying weapons, so it wouldn't be that easy to jump over.

Jumping down into the trenches in pursuit of the enemy?

This was an even stupider idea.

While these soldiers were lost in thought, a bunch of heads suddenly popped up in the second trench, and these men were swinging something with their hands raised.

A closer look revealed that the enemy was swinging rocks.

The soldiers were so shocked that they planted their large shields in front of them, their whole bodies cowering behind the shields.

This was the correct response, but the problem was that there were too many rocks thrown by the other side, and they were also too large.

Coupled with the added centrifugal force effect when swinging, the rocks that came crashing down were no less than the heavy blows of a low-level warrior professional with a hammer.

The repeated sounds of thuds rang out, and after some time of this, the shield-wielding soldier's hands started to go numb. They backed up rapidly, hitting the soldiers behind them, and the formation was suddenly in disarray.

Then, there were more rocks being swung over.

It wasn't long before the space between their thumbs and forefingers began to crack and they couldn't hold their shields any longer.

Then the rocks came down from all over the sky, and in less than a minute, there weren't many of the hundred or so soldiers who could still stand.

The few remaining soldiers who could still run fled in a panic and were soon caught by the barrier troops and dragged in front of John Senior.