General John was tired, very, very tired.

But he can't put down the work in his hand and rest. I can't even find a gap between leaning back in a chair and taking a nap or squinting.

From the moment Mora Hill broke through the lines of the rebels in Taranto, General John commanded the army, biting the rebels' tails all the way, not giving them the slightest respite.

With such a rapid march, the Taranto rebels were naturally panicked like lost dogs, and their bodies and minds were tense and exhausted to death.

The Aberdeen soldiers, who were pursuers, did not have the heavy psychological burden of life and death hanging by a thread, but their physical fatigue and hardship were no less than the enemy in front of them.

In a way, they were even more tired than Taranto's soldiers.

The enemy, as the pursued, will die if he does not run or runs slowly. But they are chasers, they have more options, and there is no reason to chase them. There are too many distracting thoughts in my heart, so I naturally don't want to concentrate on running away as the enemy in front of me, and I feel even more tired physically.

But the order from above has been urging everyone to pursue, pursue, and pursue, without the slightest intention of stopping. The military orders were like a mountain, and the soldiers had no choice but to bite the bullet, grit their teeth, and drag their increasingly heavy legs, which were like lead-filled, and followed closely behind the enemy.

General John himself was too tired, and of course he understood the feelings of his soldiers. But he still held on, refusing to give the order to stop the pursuit.

If you want to say tired, it is the same for both the enemy and us. Everyone is on the same running line, and there is no reason why the enemy can run, but he can't.

Besides, General John also had a reason to insist.

When breaking the enemy's third level, it was precisely because he keenly discovered the enemy's flaws, seized the fleeting battleplane, and bit the opponent's defeated army. The pursuit from Timmu to Mora Hill forced the Taranto rebels to calmly form a battle formation and had to respond hastily.

The army was newly defeated, and morale was at a low time. When retreating, he was closely pursued by his opponent, and he was frightened along the way. As soon as they entered the Mora Hill defense line, before they could gain a firm foothold and take a good breath, the Aberdeen army had already reached the tail and immediately launched a general attack on the defense line!

In such a bad situation, even if the commander is a famous general like Franky, he is no longer able to recover. After barely resisting for an hour, he was finally defeated again, abandoning the fourth line of defense.

Since there were successful cases ahead, General John naturally wanted to repeat the old trick and ordered his soldiers to grit their teeth and chase desperately, in order to break through the enemy's fifth line of defense in the Silverhill Valley again.

If the Taranto rebels can be completely crippled and scattered in this battle, or the two major bandit leaders of Kocis and French can be taken out in the chaos, the way back will be smooth. No matter how many levels there are, they are only useless, and it is impossible to pose a slight obstacle to the Aberdeen army.

It's a pity that the other party is obviously prepared this time. The defenders of Silverhill Valley responded in a very timely manner, and the arrangements were also very in place, blocking the fierce momentum of the Aberdeen vanguard troops. Then he fought and retreated, followed by the defeated army, and slowly withdrew into the fortifications of the Silver Hill Valley.

After such a delay, by the time General John arrived with the main force, he and his men and his men had to face a strong defensive line that was ready to be armed.

General John was very unwilling, but he knew in his heart that the best fighter had been lost. It's just that opportunities are sometimes not just waiting, but can also be actively created with their own hands.

"Brave warriors of Aberdeen, General Ben knows that you are tired, very tired. Because I, like you, haven't had a good rest for more than ten days, and haven't been able to get a good night's sleep. But ......"

General John stood on the hastily erected podium and addressed the soldiers lined up in the phalanx below. It is high-spirited and scolding Fang Xuan.

“…… However, we are tired, and the enemy is only more tired than us. If we can muster all our strength and finish the battle to annihilate all the main forces of the rebels in this Yinqiu Valley, then our hard work in the past few months can be regarded as fruitful and rewarding. ”

"Think about it, why did we come all the way from Aberdeen Province? Think of the rebels and thieves who are ravaging our homeland, and of the families and folks who are crying and wailing under the iron hooves of the enemy. They need us to save, they need us to protect. To do all this, first of all, we have to completely crush the gang of stabbing knives in front of us and trample them into pulp. Go, my brave and fearless warriors! You will be the pride of the province of Aberdeen! You are creating the future of a glorious empire! ”

"Long live Aberdeen! Long live the glorious empire! ”

Thousands of people raised their arms and shouted, and the wave swept like a landslide and tsunami, almost shattering people's eardrums.

The middle and senior officers standing at the forefront of the phalanx reacted most enthusiastically.

Like General John, who has fought with an army of tens of thousands of people like this before? Now that he has this opportunity, it is still at the most dangerous time of the glorious empire, and it is more likely to step on the corpse of the famous mainland general Frankie and climb the highest ladder. Who is willing to let go of this kind of good thing that shocks the mainland and leaves a name in history?

Therefore, even though the face was tired and the hands and feet were a little weak, the officers still waved the swords in their hands vigorously and shouted loudly in response.

Comparatively speaking, the enthusiasm of ordinary fighters is not so high.

Although General John's speech was very exciting, they were also willing to obey and follow in the footsteps of the commander of the army. But everyone has this heart now, but they don't have the strength.

The chiefs are indeed tired, so everyone hurried together and stayed up all night together. The problem is that the adults have mounts, and the minions can only travel on two legs. Two legs are better than four legs - or the legs of livestock, can this level of exertion be the same?

Even for the soldiers of the cavalry unit, the situation was not much better.

In order to save horsepower and ensure the impact of the cavalry in the event of a battle, the cavalrymen all went down to the ground and led their horses to the road, and at this moment they were so tired that they almost fell asleep on the horses.

Although most of the cheers seemed a little out of breath, the thousands of people shouted in unison, and the momentum was still strong.

General John nodded.

The soldiers are all tired at the moment, and their state is far from returning to a normal level, which he knows very well in his heart. Therefore, there was no great enthusiasm for everyone's response, and he was not dissatisfied in his heart.

If it weren't for the enemy's state also falling to the freezing point, General John would not have dared to let his men attack in any way.

And now is the time to fight for will and perseverance. Whoever can grit his teeth and persevere to the end will be the ultimate winner.

On the one hand, there are consecutive victories, and on the other hand, both battles are lost; On one side is the hunter, on the other is the prey; On one side is a dignified teacher, and on the other side is a traitorous soldier...... Isn't it obvious which is better or worse in this series of comparisons?

"Attack!"

As soon as the Aberdeen coach finished speaking, hundreds of war drums rang out in unison. The flags of the forest are waving in the wind, like a raging ocean.

The neat phalanx moved slowly, and under the command and mobilization of the Lingqi, one by one they marched towards the enemy in front.

Tang Feng frowned tightly, looking at the tired faces of the soldiers under his command, and couldn't stop worrying in his heart.

Looking at the other phalanxes on the left and right, the situation is not much better.

He sighed to himself, but didn't say anything more. Led his soldiers and turned to follow the troops in front.

"Actually, it could be a more secure ......"

General John chose to press the whole army at this time, instead of setting up camp and resting the whole army, Tang Feng was actually not optimistic.

Of course, this is just what he thinks in his heart, and he does not say it recklessly.

Besides, the battle situation is like chess, and there is a certain truth in what General John thinks, and no one dares to assert that it will fail. Victory or defeat, in the end, it is still necessary to see the real chapter on the battlefield.

It's just that I was lucky to take advantage of Mora Hill last time, so will I be able to win again this time? Looking at the other party's response arrangement, it is obvious that he has been prepared in advance. It's so simple to take advantage of the situation to capture the enemy's position, and Frankie can't help but think that he is too incompetent.

Tang Feng's heart was clouded with a shadow and could not be dispersed.

General John stood tall on the podium, his bloodshot eyes staring nervously ahead, his tired and haggard face gradually changing color as the battle progressed.

"Report! The 5th Sword and Shield Brigade has been severely attritional, and it is ...... requested for support"

"Well, transfer the 10th Pu Dao Soldier to reinforcements!" General John thought about it for a moment, and then gave instructions.

"Report! More than half of the 3rd Archer Brigade suffered casualties, and the captain applied to withdraw ......"

“…… Can't be withdrawn! Let them hold on! General John's face began to sweat.

"Report! The 8th Spearmen Brigade ......"

“……”

"Report! 6th Cavalry Brigade ......"

“……”

Less than half an hour after the start of the war, one unfavorable battle report after another came.

At first, General John was able to make corresponding instructions to move. But as the number of requests for support and retreat increased, the manager had fewer and fewer cards to play, and he became unable to deal with them, and orders slowly tended to be stream-of-consciousness.

Hold on, hold on, be sure to hold on!

As long as we hold on, the enemy will surely collapse before us! Certain!

It's a pity that the offensive side's military formation has shown an unstable trend. The steel lines of the Taranto rebels stood still, showing no sign of wavering.

The adjutant stomped his feet, rubbed his hands vigorously, and after a few hesitations, he couldn't help but persuade: "General, you can't go on like this, the brothers really can't support it." Or, or withdraw, right? ”

General John's face was pale, and he didn't know whether he was tired or frightened. He looked blankly ahead, then turned to his lieutenant and then looked ahead.

At such a cost of casualties, you still have to retreat in the end? Those bastards in Taranto are actually more resilient and durable than my warriors in Aberdeen?

General John opened his mouth and raised his right hand, but in the end he failed to give any orders. just sat on the high platform weakly, looking very depressed.

Not far in front of him, shouts of killing were still heard. In his ears, it was so vague and so distant.