223 – Osby Plain Grand Battle (8)
Immediately after the order to advance to Ishtaven was given from the Stockholm Kingdom Army, the Reich Imperial Army headquarters.
“It was a battle where the troop gap was almost doubled, and I think it will end very neatly this time as well.”
“It’s not over until it’s over, Colonel. So, you have to stay alert and stay alert until the end.”
“Isn’t it almost impossible to turn the situation around in this situation? “I’m thirsty. How about a beer?”
In the Reich Empire during this era, beer was treated as a beverage, not alcohol, both by common sense and by law.
So, the suggestion made by the lieutenant colonel is actually the same as saying that you should drink a glass of cola because you are thirsty and tired.
So, as long as you don’t drink too much, there is no problem in drinking it instead of water under most circumstances. The lieutenant colonel’s suggestion was accepted, and everyone, including his staff, was given a glass of beer.
Everyone, including the lieutenant colonel who was making a fuss as if he had just won everything, and the colonel who was stopping him, were able to enjoy a moment of leisure.
“Cold lager (strongly carbonated beer) is good, but lukewarm ale (less carbonated, slightly stronger beer) seems to be the best on the battlefield.”
“Just drink one glass of this and try harder again.”
“Let’s all drink quickly and get started. “I don’t have time to chatter.”
In normal times, there would have been a long toast by Captain Keitel, but since it was the battlefield, there was no time for that, so everyone quickly gulped down their beers.
Then, when the atmosphere had calmed down a bit in the aftermath, Lieutenant General Jaeger slammed his finished beer glass down on the table and said.
“So far, the damned Ishtaven bastard hasn’t come out yet. Send a messenger to all units of the Reich Imperial Army and order them to watch out for the rear. “You must tell Brigadier General Nassau and Brigadier General Bülow to re-equip the archers and watch the rear of the entire army.”
“I understand, Lieutenant General. Then, do we have to send a signal to our entire army to watch the rear?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Immediately send a signal with flags and drums! Hurry!!”
The officers, including Captain Keitel, did not understand why Lieutenant General Jaeger was so cautious in a situation where our forces were completely winning.
Since there was nothing wrong with following Jaeger’s words so far, he silently carried out his orders.
Meanwhile, as soon as Colonel Anastasia, under Brigadier General Nassau, saw that a signal was given to the entire army to pay attention to the rear, she began to urge the archers.
“There will be an order to deploy soon! Instead of falling asleep, get up, fill your quiver with arrows, and quickly exchange the cavalry sword that has lost its blade! “Our opportunity to make it big will come soon!”
When the reinforced brigade consisting of about 5,000 archers under Brigadier General Nassau had completely rearmed, a messenger came running out of breath and said:
“This is an order from Lieutenant General Jaeger. He told us to immediately rearm, mobilize archers, and patrol the rear of our troops to protect them.”
The Nassau Brigade had already completed all preparations according to Anya’s order, so upon receiving the order, they mounted their horses and began to roam around the unit.
The sight of the Reich Imperial Army surrounding the Stockholm/Warsaw Allied Forces from front and back and pushing them forward without giving them any room to escape was witnessed, and the archers who saw this started chatting.
“I heard Lieutenant General Jaeger is really great. No, who the f*ck would think of surrounding us like that when the difference in troops is twice as large?”
“hehehe, how dare you judge the person who cut that damn Ludvik bastard with a knife. “It is blasphemous.”
“You’ve been going to Fortress Deus Church a lot lately, and it sounds like you’ve had some ink. “I’ll come, Chief.”
“Call me Captain. What is a barbaric chieftain, a chieftain.”
It may seem like the tension has been relieved while chatting, but the archers were perfectly aware of the movements of all enemies and allies in their vicinity.
“Brigadier General Nasau! There’s dust rising over there! The direction of the dust is 3 o’clock, northeast!”
As soon as they identified the place where the large amount of dust had risen, they instinctively realized that Ishtaven was there and spurred their horses to speed up.
When I got a little closer, I could see the enemy’s outline clearly.
“The damn Ishtaven bastard and the traitorous bastards are over there! “Every single one of them must be exterminated!”
“Let’s cut off their heads! “Let’s put an end to the traitor’s dirty words!”
“Shame on the Northerners, capture those dirty bastards alive! “Because Lieutenant General Yeager said that he would be punished by separate professors!”
Meanwhile, Ishtaven, who was expecting to be able to attack the rear with ease, spurred the innocent horse hard and shouted.
“What the f*ck, what the f*ck! “I barely got a chance to play an active role, but why are these pigs who are begging for the empire coming out here?”
When he spoke like that as if he was venting his anger, the other chieftains around him, to be more precise, the chieftains who had heard Ishtaven’s words and whose lives had become much more difficult than before, asked as if questioning him.
“Chief Ishtaven, what do you plan to do? “f*ck, I came this far because I listened to you, but what is this?”
“If the rear surprise attack fails, you know best what will happen to us! f*ck it, do something!”
“Are those northern pigs coming from over there? Or are you Reich bastards?”
Ishtaven’s blood boiled when he saw the chieftains, his subordinates, arguing almost in protest, but he gritted his molars and held back his anger well.
“Turn your head! “Let’s kill the northern pigs that are chasing us from there!”
In this way, the last chance for recovery that Marshal Władysław had ambitiously conceived was completely lost, and the archer cavalry of Brigadier General Ishtaven and Nassau began charging towards each other.
Anastasia served as the vanguard of Brigadier General Nassau’s archer cavalry brigade, and Ishtaven himself served as the vanguard of the archer cavalry led by Ishtaven.
“Anastasia Kergit, you traitor who has become attached to this empire! You b*tch dirtier than a slut! How dare you volunteer to be a plaything of the Reich Empire? Where has the pride of northerners gone? “As a northerner, do you know that what you did is shameful?”
“Shut your mouth! “Whenever you say that the Reich Empire is good, this time you are talking about the Kingdom of Stockholm and calling it a traitor!”
As they continued to talk to each other, the distance between the two gradually narrowed, and Anastasia held her cavalry sword in both hands, which was placed on either side of her waist.
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This made it impossible for her to hold the reins, but since she was born in the north, she has no problem handling her horses even without reins, as long as she rides them straight ahead.
As they gradually narrowed the distance and approached, Ishtaven swung the cavalry sword in his right hand wide and aimed at Anya’s neck.
It was the standard move most often used by northerners when killing cavalry on horseback.
Anastasia saw that and, as if she had expected it, she held the sword in her left hand upside down and blocked Ishtaven’s sword.
With a ‘clack’ sound, Ishtaven’s sword lost its strength and was thrown away, and at the same time, the sword in her right hand entered deeply into Ishtaven’s left armpit.
At this time, Anastasia had an intuition that Ishut Thaven had died, but in her current state, she had no time to rejoice at her Ishth Thaven’s death.
“Now that Ishtaven is dead, it’s over for us too! “If this has happened, I have to kill you even if it means four years!”
“You guys are blaming others for your own mistakes. “This is the worst!”
As she said those words, she declared that she would kill herself, and Anastasia proceeded to kill the enemy archers running towards her, one by one.
At the same time, a loud voice came from behind Anya.
“Colonel Anastasia Kergit personally killed the traitor Ishtaven!”
“The traitorous leader is dead, so you all are dead too!”
“This is my last affection as compatriots, you dirty bastards! Do you want to run away and die? Do you want to surrender and save your life?”
Hearing those words, the horse archers under Ishtaven, who had lost their leader, quickly turned their horses and began to run away, but the archers brigade under Brigadier General Nassau persistently pursued them.
Now that all the variables that could turn the battlefield around are gone…
The Allied headquarters in Stockholm and the Grand Duchy of Warsaw no longer had the will to fight. However, since the front and rear were completely surrounded and blocked, even a rout was not appropriate.
Therefore, enough troops were killed that it could be called the ‘Massacre on the Plain of Osby’.
Of course, the battle of this day ended in a complete victory for the Reich Imperial Army, which outnumbered the enemy forces by a little more than half.
7,500 Reich soldiers killed, 2,500 seriously injured.
Stockholm/Warsaw Allied Forces 67,000 dead, 15,000 seriously wounded, 30,000 prisoners.
And when General Keitel of the Reich Empire heard the result of this victory, he smiled and said:
“Because I didn’t show my personal feelings, am I going to get a title for my achievements that my subordinates are spoon-feeding me?”