Fifteen miles south of Fort Marcy, where plains and hills meet, the mountains are yours to the east, and on the other side of the mountains is the southern part of the province of Lucesinn.

On a windless summer night, the air in the hills is so hot that even the frogs and birds are very irritating.

On the road between the hills, the rearguard of the Wells legion, which had just finished a tragic resistance battle, was encamped and repaired under the leadership of Angus, this rearguard team composed of cavalry, chariot and a small number of elite infantry had been pursued by the enemy for two days, although more than 100 people were able to move quickly under the carriage of war horses and chariots, but the blocking was not a retreat, and the frontal battle was absolutely indispensable, so casualties could not be avoided.

With the sharp sword of the Wells Legion straight into the heart of the Kodor, the pursuing Kodor army became more and more frenzied, and at noon today more than 150 enemy cavalry launched a desperate charge against the rearguard led by Angus, they did not care about the blocking of the car formation, and vowed to destroy these enemies who were cowering in the car formation and then immediately rushed to Marsy Fort.

The whole day of the blocking battle was very tragic, one hundred and fifty enemy cavalry launched six charges, although Angus commanded the army to fight and retreat under the cover of the chariot array, but the opponent was far superior to himself in terms of strength and equipment, coupled with the continuous pursuit of the enemy army to join the vanguard, Angus several people also began to parry, the cavalry captain Lusignan was hit by an arrow in the abdomen in the evening battle, fortunately only the enemy cavalry bow shot from a distance, the arrow failed to penetrate the abdominal cavity, not fatal, but Lusignan was also stunned.

After paying the tragic price of five dead and nine seriously wounded, Angus could not resist after all, so he had to order a retreat while the enemy was attacking slightly

As night fell, and the pursuing cavalry did not dare to attack rashly, the pace of pursuit was stopped, and the team led by Angus was given a chance to breathe.

It was said that it was camped and repaired, but in fact there were no tents, and it was unlikely that such an enemy army would set up a camp when they were chasing after him, so the cavalry and infantry could only lean on the side of the chariot in armor and weapons and fall asleep, and the constant roars of the wounded soldiers could not wake up these sleeping soldiers.

The soldiers could fall asleep after a hard fight, but Angus, the commander of this army, did not dare to be careless. He led the deputy cavalry captain Jafar (Lusignan was wounded) to inspect the defenses and sentinels around the camp again, and after making sure that nothing was missing, he dragged his bloody armor back to the "camp" to rest.

"Being killed like dead dogs by those mongrels, this battle is really breathtaking!" Jafar heard the wails of the wounded soldiers in the paramedics' wagon, and his stomach was blazing for no apparent reason.

"Get something to eat." Angus did not answer, it is useless to talk at this time, and it is most important to replenish physical strength between wars.

Jafar quickly took a loaf of bread from the pouch around his waist, took out a knife and cut off most of it, cut a small piece of bacon in it, handed it to Angus, and then made himself a portion of the remaining half of bread.

Angus saw Jafar give him most of the bread, but he didn't intend to be polite, took a piece of food and put it in his mouth and bit the bottom half hard, this kind of toothy bread is not delicious, Angus chewed for a long time before swallowing it. But the battlefield is not so particular, and as soon as he swallowed a mouthful, Angus shoved the bread into his mouth again.

"Has Lusignnan woken up?" Angus asked vaguely.

"I just woke up~ I can't die." Jafar had finished nibbling the bread in his hand, and as he spoke, he searched for the water bladder around his waist.

Before Angus could ask again, the soldiers on the outskirts had already hurried over with a dark shadow.

"Lord Angus, the Chinese army command camp has sent an urgent military order." As soon as the shadow saw Angus, he couldn't wait to hand him a note.

Angus shoved the rest of the bacon bread into his mouth, got up, took the note, unfolded it, and approached the candle planted in the carriage to read it carefully by the faint light of the candle.

"Sergeant, what are the instructions of the Chinese army?" Jafar leaned in.

Angus was a little distracted, he raised his hand and handed the note to Jafar, "The army has breached Fort Marsil, but your lord told us to stop the pursuers at all costs, and buy the army another day." ”

Jafar didn't look through the note, "Why?" Fort Marcy has been breached, and it is planned that we should immediately withdraw to Fort Marci and hold the city with the army. ”

Jafar's eyes were fixed on the herald.

The herald was stared at, "Lord Jafar, we did break through Fort Marssy, but the enemy defending the city set fire in the castle a moment before breaking through the city, and the castle granary, arsenal and dwellings were set on fire. ”

"If the fire in the city is not extinguished in time, it will be useless for us to take Fort Marsi, and we can't hope to hold on in a scorched earth, right? So whether it is defending or leaving, the army will still need a day to deal with. ”

"If the fire in the city burns out the food and we are blocked in the city by the pursuing Kodor army, then the consequences~" The herald added.

Jafar slammed the carriage beside him with a hard punch, nearly extinguishing the candle, "Ruthless enemy." ”

"Lord Jafar, this ruthless enemy is still an old friend of our Welsh Legion~" The herald paused, as Angus also stared at him.

"Sergeant, do you remember the battle we fought in the north of Tinets with the Western Frontier Army? At that time, the leader of the Western Frontier Army was a viscount named Sauron. ”

Angus recalled for a moment, "The guy we beat and ran away?" ”

The herald nodded, "Yes, it's the old bastard, the commander of the Marlborough garrison, but he's now a down-and-out baron sent to the mountains to guard the border." We found his body in the inner fort, and he killed himself. ”

"No wonder Fort Marcy was so well defended, it turned out to be an 'old friend' with whom we had dealings, and he was defeated at our hands twice, and he really should have killed himself with his sword. However, this guy burned the soldiers and civilians all over the city before he died, which is really hateful. ”

Angston thought for a moment, then took the "Herald Receipt" and the hard charcoal stick in the herald's hand, signed his name and handed it to the herald, "Tell your lord, we will fight to the last man!" ”

"Yes! The sergeant-sergeant reinstated the order - to fight to the last man. The herald repeated it and immediately turned away, and in a short time a torch with solid-burning material faded away to the sound of horses' hooves.

Looking at the point of light that disappeared at the end of the road, Angus closed his bloodshot eyes, removed the water bladder from his waist, pulled the wooden plug, and raised it above his head, still drenched in cool well water.

Wiping a handful of water stains on his face, Angus whispered to Jafar beside him: "Man, wake up the squadron leader and the officer, we will discuss how to complete the military orders of the adults, there is not much time left for us"

"How to complete the military orders of the palace, let's talk about it, the enemy has been killed at home, and at this time, don't shrink your shell anymore."

On the same sweltering summer night, the palatial hall of the city of Kodor was illuminated red by a hundred candles, and a group of richly dressed nobles gathered here.

The main reason why these people gathered together was that the army that had burst out of the southeastern mountains had pierced Kodor's henchmen like a sword, and these nobles, who had not fought for many years, had to pick up their rusty swords again.

A pot-bellied old fellow stood up with difficulty on the armrests of his armrest, "Our bravest warriors have been forcibly recruited by Count Bernard to fight the rebels on the northern front, and now the court is sitting idly by, what are we going to do to fight the enemy?" ”

The old guy is a viscount, to be precise, a viscount who has gained a fertile fief for his exploits, but all this has to be prefixed with "when he was young". As for how long ago "when I was young" I mean, I think the old guys have almost forgotten it.

Everyone in the hall nodded in agreement, these people are all nobles of the land, relying on the fertile land and rich products of the Kodor Plain, and the bones of the military nobles have long been soaked in candied fruit. The Welsh Legion invaded the hinterland of Kodor, and of course they were anxious, but it was now difficult for them to organize their own army against the enemy.

The big-bellied old guy is telling the truth, Kodor does not have a strong army, not to mention that after the battle of the successors of the east and west started, the Count of Bernard successively recruited thousands of soldiers from here in the name of the court to fight on the northern front, and even the elite private guards of many noble families were scraped away, and the remaining young warriors were also gathered in the two counties in the south of Kodor to prevent the army of the Longxia mountain people, and the lords of the northern land of Kodor had almost no army worthy of a battle.

After a long time, the hall slowly returned to silence, and the candles that were about to burn out flickered and pulled the shadows of the crowd into long shadows.

"Lord Earl, Kodor is your domain after all, and I'm afraid you will have to come up with a solution in the end, right? We can't afford to provide the soldiers, but we won't be stingy with money and food. "A hook-nosed baron finally broke the silence, and the others echoed for a while, anyway, the nobles of the province of Kodor were not short of money and food.

Count Kodor, who sat at the head of the hall, had his face almost pulled to the ground, and all night these nobles had not been able to say a word that really worked, and in the end they had to do their best.

"Okay guys, it seems that you have been soaked in candied fruit and softened your bones over the years, and you can't be counted on at all in the war." Count Kodor let out a long sigh.

"I have ordered all my Earlguard, and half of the defenders of the city of Kodor, four hundred infantry and one hundred cavalry, to be stationed in the town of Diguan, and two hundred soldiers and mercenaries around the city of Kodor, with a total of seven hundred soldiers against that enemy army."

"Nearly 1,000 men and horses in the two southern counties are also stepping up their pursuit of the enemy army, and in less than two days, we will be able to annihilate those hundreds of mongrels south of Diguan."

As soon as Count Kodor's words fell, the hall began to be noisy again, but this time everyone was happy, after all, Count Kodor had already made military arrangements, and they didn't have to personally lead troops to fight (send them to death).

"Don't rejoice too soon. I have solved the soldiers' affairs for you, but you have to contribute to the affairs of the army's salaries, food and grass. ”

"800,000 Finney's military salaries and 600,000 pounds of grain and grass will all be sent to the city of Kodor within five days to assemble. This is a military order, not a single copper coin is missing a grain of wheat! Count Kodor spoke stiffly, leaving no room for manoeuvre.

The crowd was in an uproar

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Chapter 415: Military Order