Marshal Lewis's counteroffensive went well in the days beginning on 15 August.

His long-planned attack panicked the Bilisians.

The large force of the Western Front, nearly 20 divisions, launched an attack from 5 a.m. on the 15th, tearing apart the long-established defensive line of the Bilisians, and by the time it was dark, the most advanced units of the Western Front had advanced fifty kilometers.

By noon the next day, they had cleared all the Bilisi troops on the original defensive line, annihilated at least 50,000 Bilisi troops and their servants, and seized a large amount of weapons and ammunition.

By the evening of 17 August, the Europa had come to an abrupt halt, as the soldiers were tired and a sudden heavy rainstorm gave them reason to halt their attack.

The rainstorm was a bad time, the troops in front could not get rations, and they almost ate up the few rations left in their backpacks.

Lewis found himself losing control of some of the troops, which were allowed to run too fast by victory, and the torrential rain cut him off from them.

300,000 troops, on a front of 100 kilometers, at least 50,000 troops lost contact with the command, and only the most optimistic people attributed this to bad weather.

Lewis was in his makeshift headquarters, listening to the storm almost overnight, and he had some kind of foreboding.

Because this deliberate counteroffensive has always been the attention of the Holy City, and without the support of the Holy City, he would not have been able to do this. Half of the Empire's war resources were invested here.

However, since August 15, he has not received orders from Al-Quds for three consecutive days, not even a private message from a cabinet minister complaining that the front line is spending too much.

In the early morning of August 18, the weather finally cleared. The soldiers spent almost a hard night in muddy water, a large amount of gunpowder soaked in the torrential rain, and the hot and humid air rising from the ground under the scorching sun during the day was uncomfortable.

Lewis decided to gather his troops, which took him almost a day and a night, when he received news that the 1st Infantry Division, which was in the vanguard, had been wiped out, and only a small number of divisional cavalry had fled back in disarray.

Several other units suffered losses of varying degrees between the previous day and noon on the 18th.

Marshal Lewis, while reorganizing his army, sent a large number of cavalry out to observe, and these scout cavalry seemed to have disappeared as if they were no man's land. This unusual phenomenon alerted Marshal Lewis.

At 7 p.m. on the 18th, Field Marshal Lewis ordered the troops to halt their advances, but the unresponsiveness and inefficiency of the staff and intelligence systems delayed the order for at least one night.

At 7 o'clock in the morning of the 19th, the Bilisians suddenly appeared, and most of them confronted Lewis's main force, concentrating three divisions to storm the left flank of the Western Front.

On the left flank of the Western Front was the corps of the weaker Lieutenant General Kloser, which had three light infantry divisions, which were too far forward, and in fact the corps was too aggressive at the beginning of the 15th.

The cavalry regiment in which he was the vanguard was marching to a river valley when it was suddenly shelled by the Bilisians, and within twenty minutes the entire cavalry regiment was reimbursed.

Immediately afterwards the cavalry of the Bilisians appeared, and the cavalry of a full two thousand men took Klosel's legion by surprise, and the last meal of most of the legion was the previous day's lunch, including Lieutenant General Kloser himself.

Apparently the logistical system ignores the impact of the weather on the delivery of supplies, and some supplies are even stuck in certain places without knowing where to go.

They were hungry, tired, and afraid.

Watching the black-pressed Bilisian cavalry cross the hills, and the menacing infantry behind the cavalry, this legion collapsed too quickly, and Lieutenant General Klose was also trampled to death by the Bilisian cavalry in the confusion.

Only a handful of the 30,000-strong force were actually killed or captured at the beginning of the encounter, and most of them fled from the mountains to the command of Field Marshal Lewis.

Field Marshal Lewis immediately made a decision, he made his three most combat-ready guards divisions as rearguards, and the whole army began to retreat, after all, it was less than a hundred kilometers away from the city of Jobosa.

At this time, he had realized that his carefully planned counteroffensive had failed, and how to withdraw with dignity was what he should do when the losses were not greater than those of his opponent.

However, the Biliss fought back more violently than he expected. The Bilisian cavalry was always caught off guard by the Bilisian cavalry, an ancient class that still played an extremely important role in the Flintlock Age.

Fear and the spread of fear became the greatest enemy of the Europa, and without good organization and coordination, without the cooperation of the various forces, the retreat turned into a rout. This was something that Marshal Lewis had never encountered in his forty years of military career.

The Europa lost most of their artillery and baggage vehicles. This did not allow the Bilisians to win easily, and the Guards formed a tight matrix and fought and retreated, showing the fighting power of the most elite troops from the Holy City, inflicting heavy losses on the Bilisians.

This gave the most powerful support to Marshal Lewis, who spent two days and one night retreating to Tudela until the early morning of the 22nd.

It is a small town about fifty kilometers from Jobosa, nestled in a narrow valley that guards an important transport hub.

By this time, a number of troops had successfully passed through this area and fled in the direction of the city of Yobosa. Marshal Lewis refused to leave the Guards, who served as the rearguard, and when he arrived, the Bilisians surrounded the town around the hills on either side.

At this time, Lewis had less than 20,000 men in his hands, except for one infantry division left behind by Tudra, and he deployed one brigade each on several heights outside the town, barely holding his ground.

Marshal Lewis was helped down from his horse, he was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, and he poured a few mouthfuls of water into his mouth indiscriminately, and asked his subordinates:

"How many people fled back to Yobosa?"

"I don't know, maybe 100,000, maybe only 50,000. The retreat of the troops turned into a rout, and we should be able to retreat with all our bodies. One of the major generals replied, "We are now besieged, unless the city of Jobosa can send troops to relieve us of the siege." ”

"I remember giving the order to the Genoese National Army to take the city after our departure. Marshal Lewis said.

"Yes, Your Excellency. "But the Genoese have never fought, and the news that the deserters have brought back will probably make them pee their pants." ”

However, this was not a good joke, and Lewis wanted to attribute the fiasco to a "non-war defeat", but he could not do so to deceive himself, and the generals whom he usually praised acted like timid rabbits when they retreated.

Fighting continues on the heights outside the town. There was a quarrel outside the provisional command department, and Marshal Lewis shouted angrily:

"Idiot, what's the noise?"

Someone ran in and reported: "Your Excellency, there is a messenger claiming to be Your Majesty who has asked to see you. ”

"Let him in. Lewis said urgently.

The exertion of the past few days had made him forget that he had not heard from the Holy City for a week.

A man dressed as a merchant came in from outside, threw himself on his knees:

"Your Excellency Marshal, there is a riot in the Holy City, and Your Majesty is in danger!"

Marshal Lewis was known to him, an officer of the Guards beside His Majesty, who had also served under his command.

"My God!"

Lewis only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and his chest felt like a mountain had been pressed against it.

Amid the exclamations of his subordinates, Marshal Lewis fainted.