dognovel Chapter 392 The first confrontation
Chapter 392 The first confrontation
Looking at the densely packed military cards on the interface, John's estimate of the Kusha army's strength became higher and higher.
"You're telling me this is called three hundred thousand?"
The estimated strength of the army just from the troops that emerged from the fog of war was more than 200,000.
And just now, several more character models were exposed. John realized that there must be more troops hidden in the rear, estimated to be no less than 500,000. Such a force deployment is enough to make any city fall into despair.
John frowned, calculating the time in his mind. He immediately looked at the scout and said:
"Continue to investigate the enemy's movements!"
John then quickly sent people to various garrisons in the city to inform them of the impending enemy attack.
One morning three days later, sunlight poured in through the window, and John continued to use the system to observe the movements of the Kusha army.
As time went on, John gradually noticed that these Kushan armies were not moving together. The Kushan army, which had more cavalry, had left the other armies far behind and had now reached the abandoned city of Murcia.
At this time, John's mind was running like a precision gear. Standing in front of the map, he gradually realized that since the Kushan army did not act in unison, he had a chance to destroy the isolated vanguard army, thereby reducing the pressure on the defense of Murcia City.
After careful calculations, John's plan gradually became clear. Although the Kushan cavalry was incredibly fast, if they continued to advance towards Acre without waiting for the main force to arrive, he estimated that it would take a day to arrive.
Even if they arrived, they would not be able to launch an attack on the city immediately. They would definitely choose to set up camp around it and prepare for the next move.
At the same time, according to the previous marching speed, the main force in the rear would take at least five days to reach Murcia.
This meant that he had plenty of time to implement the strategy he had just conceived.
A day later, John received intelligence from the scouts again and was secretly delighted - just as he expected, the vanguard army of Kushan had left Murcia and was heading towards the city of Acre.
So he decided to launch a night attack tonight to disrupt the enemy's rhythm.
Just as John was gathering his generals to discuss tactics, an army of tens of thousands of people was slowly marching in the desert more than ten miles north of Acre. The dust in the sky and the scorching sun made every step extremely difficult. The army moved forward steadily under the escort of armored camel cavalry. The camels were heavy and slow, but they were heavily armored and majestic.
At the front of the team, a Kusha general rode a tall horse, with beads of sweat on his face. With the scorching sun, he looked a little anxious. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and kept complaining:
"What a horrible weather! It's already autumn, why is it still so hot?"
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the south. A scout came quickly on a camel, and the camel's footsteps left a clear track on the sand.
The scout stopped in front of General Singh, straightened up immediately, and reported respectfully:
"General Singh, the army will reach Acre City if we march about ten miles south."
"Understood. Order the scouts to search for a water source about five miles north of Acre City."
General Singh waved his hand casually and said, then turned to the cavalry beside him and gave orders:
"Notify all leaders immediately. After joining the scout team ahead, the entire army will rest near a water source."
At this moment, General Singh's adjutant asked:
"General, do we need to send more scouts to investigate the movements of the pagan army?"
General Singh smiled and responded firmly:
"Don't worry. When we arrived at Murcia, it was empty. The same is true for the villages along the way. It seems that the enemy is extremely afraid of the hundreds of thousands of Kushan troops that are coming. Not only will they not take the initiative to attack, I'm afraid they don't even have the courage to leave the city."
As night fell, the camp was quiet and peaceful. In the big tent, General Singh was immersed in a sweet dream. In his dream, the Kushan army poured into Acre like a tide, unstoppable. He strode with his head held high, leading his soldiers to the treasury of Acre.
When the soldiers opened the door of the vault, in front of him was a pile of shining gold, silver and jewelry, which were piled up like mountains and exuded an alluring brilliance. With greed in his eyes, General Singh ordered his men to quickly pack the wealth into boxes, imagining the triumph after the victory.
However, just as he was concentrating on the treasures in the vault, the entire vault suddenly began to shake, as if it had been hit by a strong earthquake. Then, there was a deafening roar, and the beams of the vault collapsed in chaos and crashed towards him. General Singh felt an immense fear, his heartbeat accelerated, and he was awakened in an instant from the panic.
At the same time, panicked shouts echoed in General Singh's ears, deafening him and making him nervous. He listened carefully, and the chaotic voices were mixed with the alarm of enemy attacks, which made his heart tighten and the feeling of uneasiness spread rapidly.
At this moment, an armored guard rushed into the tent, looking nervous, and reported to General Singh hurriedly:
"General, the enemy took advantage of our lax defense and launched a surprise attack just now! The outer camp is in chaos. Please get out of the tent and gather the troops!"
General Singh's heart tightened, and he put on his armor quickly without thinking too much. Under the protection of his personal guards, he quickly left the tent. As soon as he left the tent, his eyes were suddenly shocked by the fire in the distance. The raging flames shot up into the sky, and the fire reflected the figures running continuously, and there was a mess everywhere.
In the chaos, the camel cavalry, some of whom he found were not on his side, were chasing his soldiers like hounds, and the shouting sounds from all directions intertwined together, forming a terrifying picture.
Just as General Singh was about to mount his camel and lead his personal guards to gather up the fleeing soldiers, a deafening burst of artillery fire suddenly came from afar. In the dark night, the solid shells were like falling meteorites, smashing straight into the neatly lined cavalry.
The sound of the cannon was like thunder, instantly resounding through the night sky. With each loud noise, fire and smoke intertwined. When the shells hit the ground, they brought a violent shock wave, and the dust and gravel splashed down like raindrops. The screams of pain mixed together. Some cavalrymen were directly hit by the shells and lost half of their bodies on the spot, while more soldiers lost their will to fight due to panic and fled in all directions.
At this moment, General Singh was too panicked to care about so many things. He simply abandoned his infantry and fled north with the remaining camel cavalry in a panic until he disappeared into the night.
On a hill, John looked through a telescope at General Kusha who had disappeared from his sight in the distance, and a question popped up in his mind:
Why is General Kusha so incompetent?