Chapter Seventeen: The Might of the Cuirassier Cavalry
The Franconia Empire’s most renowned force across the European continent was undoubtedly the fearsome Cuirassier Cavalry Regiment. Composed entirely of the military nobility of the Empire, these cuirassiers possessed exceptional horsemanship and an unwavering sense of honor. Though few in number, they played a decisive role in every battle.
This time, Marshal Max’s premature deployment of the cuirassiers was not the wisest choice, especially considering he still had a full 20,000 strong infantry divisions and the Royal Guard in reserve. However, the relentless fighting spirit of the German Republic’s army gave Marshal Max the illusion of impending defeat. In desperation, he threw his greatest trump card into the fray. Now, watching the cuirassiers charge forward, he realized the mistake was irreversible and hoped that the enemy commander, Armasca, had no further surprises.
“Long live the Franconia Empire!”
“Long live the Franconia Empire!”
With the cry of the cuirassier officers raising their sabers high, a chorus of passionate shouts erupted behind them.
The cuirassiers, their morale soaring, formed a wall-like charge formation, crashing into the German Republic’s extended pike phalanx. The sound of splintering pikes blended with the agonized screams of men.
Bound by honor above all else, the cuirassiers ignored their comrades’ deaths, pressing forward with resolute determination—forward, and forward again!
The amateurish German pike phalanx was, as expected, shattered with a single blow and quickly collapsed.
Yes, the German Republic’s army, bolstered by fierce nationalistic spirit, had broken! Overwhelmed by the enemy’s overwhelming maneuvering, these soldiers found it nearly impossible even to drag a comrade down with them. The last thread of hope snapped.
“The enemy is too strong... they are invincible. Forget about dividing land or spoils! Woe is us...”
More than ten thousand German pike soldiers cried and fled in every direction, no longer posing any threat to the cuirassiers. Even the propagandists were left pale and stunned by the ironclad cavalry’s relentless charge.
The cuirassiers did not pursue the shattered enemy to slaughter them. To their eyes, enemies who collapsed directly under their charge were all too familiar.
The entire cuirassier regiment charged directly at the Republic’s main force, which was in pursuit of the retreating infantry from the front battlefield. Amid the cries of the German republicans, fewer than ten thousand cuirassiers plunged into the fray!
This charge was even easier than breaking through the extended pike phalanx! The bodies, bayonets, and all obstacles in their path were swept aside.
In a single strike, tens of thousands of German Republican soldiers were rendered powerless to pursue the fleeing Franconian troops!
Marshal Max watched the battlefield swiftly turn in his favor and smiled with satisfaction. The Empire’s elite cuirassiers, as always, were invincible in battle.
Although the German Republican forces were nearly broken by the cuirassiers’ assault, their sheer numbers were overwhelming.
The cuirassiers cut down enemies one after another; looking out across the field, heads lay thick like a dense forest. How long would this slaughter take?
The cuirassiers’ pace slowed for the first time, showing no signs of quick recovery.
Despite the drop in speed, the German Republican soldiers—already terrified by the cavalry charge—collapsed utterly. The crushing sense of helplessness left them no will to resist.
To fight back, one must at least be able to kill the enemy, but they could barely even kill horses.
Since the first charge, cuirassier losses had not exceeded two thousand, most of whom had perished in the initial clash with the extended pike phalanx.
Faced with the cuirassiers’ unstoppable momentum, the poorly trained German Republican foot soldiers were nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter.
As the cuirassiers carved a bloody path, the German Republic’s first line completely disintegrated.
These peasants, armed with nothing but nationalistic fervor, broke down astonishingly fast once their spirit was crushed. In no time at all, the German Republican first line was utterly destroyed.
Seeing the enemy's first line crumble like an avalanche, Marshal Max immediately committed his reserve force of over 20,000 soldiers to the battle. Now that he had regained his composure, he would not recklessly deploy the Royal Guard, his last ace. The enemy still had a second line of 100,000 troops to contend with.
Armasca watched the first line’s collapse without a trace of anxiety. To him, the sacrificial first line’s ability to delay the Empire’s 30,000-strong main force was a mission well accomplished.
Of the 30,000, barely over 10,000 returned alive, and those already demoralized troops were of little use in further combat.
Just as the remaining German Republican forces in the first line needed to regroup and be soothed, so too did Armasca’s own troops.
“Let the First Division of the Guard lead the way. All German Guards advance steadily in firing formation! Any first-line soldier attempting to break into our main line is to be executed on sight!” Armasca gave the cold command.
“Those are our own men, this…” Before the subordinate could finish, Armasca sharply interrupted, raising his voice:
“For victory!”
“For victory!” The trusted officers below snapped to attention and saluted, shouting back in unison without a hint of dissent.
At this moment, the cuirassiers spotted the second line’s extended pike phalanx pressing forward, driving the routed German Republican soldiers before them, charging toward the last organized units capable of resisting cavalry.
The cuirassier commanders wisely planned to use the fleeing soldiers to break apart the tight pike formations. Though cuirassiers feared such phalanxes less now, confronting them still incurred heavy casualties.
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