Chapter 115: Retreat Doesn't Make You Good!
"Captain, we are running out of ammunition, on average there are only about three or four lead bullets left for each person, and we can't make one grenade per person. β
Having repelled the threat that was close at hand, Orange Peel, the soldier in charge of logistics in the team, said as he ran up to Colin.
When Colin heard this, his eyebrows immediately furrowed, and he looked at his pocket watch, and the time was almost up.
"Okay, we can retreat, we've held out long enough, and there's no point in holding on any longer. β
Colin said, picking up his pintrigger pistol and squeezing a bullet into the empty chamber.
"Everybody, remember, put a buckshot in your gun, just in case, eggshells, iron balls, you two take the mines and bury them on the way back, and in addition, take those special grenades, set up a few trick mines at the gate of the fortress, even if we leave, we have to teach those guys a lesson!"
"Yes!"
The team members who received the order began to get busy, pouring gunpowder into their guns and stuffing them with lead bullets.
Three more warriors drew a thin wire at the gates of the three forts, and at one end of the thin wire was tied the pull tab of three grenades, and as soon as they walked and touched the thin wire, the grenade would be detonated and blow up the enemy.
"Captain, we're done, can we leave?"
"Well, let's go! Our mission is complete, and the rest will be left to Division Commander Simon. β
Seeing that everything that should be arranged was arranged, Colin left a row of writing on an empty wooden box next to the camp, then turned and walked down the path down the hill, followed by all the soldiers of the Leviathan.
The moment they walked down the mountain, the road was no longer passable.
Because they spent two hours laying mines as they went, and in a frenzy, they planted more than 200 mines, so that there was nowhere to put their feet on this country road.
"General, that small force looks like it's retreating. β
Half an hour later, the rebel vanguard ascended the hillside and strolled through the arrow forest.
The ground was littered with arrows, all fired by their own archers.
However, judging from the situation of an enemy corpse on the ground, these thousands of arrows were given in vain.
The rebel general did not say a word, but continued to walk in the direction of the fortress, followed by the generals of various units and the like, and if you count the soldiers, there must be a total of about four hundred men, including the general Lucius who lost a battle.
It seems that Knight Colin made the right decision, and it is good that he did not continue to stay, otherwise they will be greeted by the main concern of the rebel general.
All the rebel generals were nervous at the moment, and General Lucius was even more so, and among these people, he was the most humiliated.
After walking for about a few minutes, the group came to the vicinity of the fort.
The first thing that catches your eye is three stone fortresses, each with at least a hundred arrows stuck in them, and the open space near the fortress is also densely packed with no feet.
A dozen soldiers pulled up the arrows stuck in the ground and cleared a way for the generals, and then retreated with a large number of arrows.
The main general still did not say a word, his face was gloomy, and he walked up the cleared clearing.
When I arrived next to the fortress, the first thing I saw was a tent camp, the campfire surrounded by stones had been extinguished by heavy rain, and there were several empty wooden boxes piled up next to it, with a line of writing on them, and the handwriting was still very new, which should have been written for a short time.
"Those who provoke war are destined to be swallowed up by war!"
"Interesting, are you talking about us? We may be swallowed up by war, but the person who devours us is not destined to be you, a small county town wants to stop our million-strong army? What a fool's dream!"
The general of the rebels sneered, both in his opinion and in the eyes of all the rebels, and even the people of Jackdaw Fortress felt that Fort Remlos would definitely lose this battle.
Although this beginning is not very good, and it makes them a little discouraged, but the final result will not change.
"General Monger! We've found what appears to be Lord Baddeley's body!"
The rebels' vanguard commander, Mongel, heard Baddeley's name and his heart sank.
This is one of his henchmen, known as the Iron Knight, and he and his knights are real warriors, otherwise they would not have arranged for him to take the lead and prop up the faΓ§ade of the team.
However, because of the heavy rain and the destruction of the enemy army, the more than 100 people lost contact with the large army, and it was already a lot of luck to think that their bodies were found at this time, and the matter was confirmed.
Mongel led the men briskly towards the place where the body was found.
I saw dozens of heavily armored corpses lying neatly on the ground, each corpse was pierced with at least twenty arrows, their faces had been pierced into a hornet's nest, and it was impossible to identify who was who, I am afraid that they could only be identified by relics.
That's right!
Mongel remembered that Baddeley had a card of the Holy Cross that he had won from him.
At that time, he also joked that if he Baddeley died on the battlefield in the future and the body could not be identified, he could come to him with this.
Unexpectedly, what was a joke at the beginning has now become a fact.
Monger crouched on the ground and began to rummage through the cuirass compartments of the row of corpses, and after looking for the breastplates of the three knights, he finally found the King of the Holy Cross card.
Looking at this card, and then at his henchman, friend, and subordinate Baddeley, who was no longer human, Mongel couldn't help but sigh.
"Well, war!!, bury General Baddley and his men!" he sighed and stood up, "Let's go!
The surrounding generals and officers followed in the footsteps of Mongel, and the stars surrounded him like a moon and walked towards the fortress.
"The material of this fortress is very strange, why haven't I seen it?" Rubbing his hand against the rough surface of the fortress, the well-informed Mungel was a little confused.
It seemed to be a new building material, and he could clearly feel that the inside of the stone was still gradually reacting to strengthen the fort's hardness.
"Let's go first. Mungel thought to himself, and pushed open the door and entered.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound, as if something had been bounced off.
A strong sense of crisis welled up in Mungel's mind.
"Oh no! Run!"
He shouted, sending the two generals who were following him into the air.
A white light suddenly appeared, and this side of the fortress exploded in an instant, flying in all directions.
"Boom!".
Like a flat-bottomed thunderclap, some directional lethal magic is estimated to be just that.
The blazing flames, the deafening roar, the splashing debris raged here for several seconds before it subsided.