On the road north of the county town of Tignats, taking advantage of Odo's order to repair on the spot, Kazak, the captain of the first flag of the first company, stopped running, took the water bladder handed by the guards, tore open the wooden cork and poured it into his mouth.

He wiped the water stains all over his mouth, and asked the guards around him who were also out of breath: "The enemy ~ has you caught up?"

The guards took a few breaths, glanced back at the north, and replied: "No~ I didn't catch up, and ~TM fled north~"

"Huh? Don't chase again? Quick, let the brothers quickly drink saliva and eat something to rest, and then they will have to go up again. "Since late last night until the sun is setting in the west, the two teams have staged this drama several times, and Kazak also knows that Odo is doing this to hold back the enemy and buy time for the group behind to catch up.

The guards ran to give orders to several squadrons, and Kazak also took out a small piece of the valley's special compressed bread from the small bag behind his waist, and then put it to his mouth, crooked his mouth, and desperately knocked a small piece with his teeth, and then chewed it with a clatter.

This kind of pressed special bread is harder than rye bread, it has gone through several processes such as drying, grinding, feeding, pressing and other processes on the basis of the hard bread baked in the ordinary oven, the body is smaller and the texture is harder, but the wheat flour of the bread is whole wheat flour, and it is also mixed with a small amount of minced meat and dried fruit crumbs and salt and spices, so the taste is better than rye bread, the most important thing is that this thing is hungry, just this fist-sized piece of bread is ground and put into the soup bowl to soak two large bowls of wheat paste, and ordinary soldiers can eat half of it.

"Water!" Kazak choked on the compressed bread.

Another guard hurriedly handed the water bladder in his hand to Kazak, who took it and poured two sips and beat his chest before relieving himself.

As soon as Kazak finished drinking water, the figure of Otto Zerma, who was in the rear of the formation, leaned over, "Kazak, can the guys still fight?" ”

Kazak glanced at the guards beside him, then looked around at the flag soldiers who were desperately chewing compressed bread, and replied firmly: "I can still fight!"

"Okay, in a moment your flag team will be at the head of the formation, and the enemy will probably not turn around and chase us again. This time we rushed directly into the enemy camp and dragged the enemy with our lives. Otto felt that this set of "yang conspiracy" of cruising and chasing would not have much effect, and this time it was really necessary to exchange human lives for time.

Kazak was an officer and a veteran, he saw the determination in Odo's eyes, and without saying much, Kazak immediately forced the flag soldiers who had just stopped to drink saliva to get up and reflexively pursue the formation again.

On the other side of the road, the Western Frontier Army had already made a futile fifth pursuit.

They were teased like fools by their pursuers over and over again, and this time they said nothing and didn't bother with the bastards behind them again.

But Sauron had regained his composure after the most furious madness, and the army behind him was back a mile away, and the pursuers began to unload their burdens, perhaps this time for a real confrontation.

"My lord~ enemy, I guess he won't play us anymore, do you turn around to meet the enemy again?" The adjutant of the Western Army dismounted and walked, and several tosses had exhausted the horse's physical strength.

Sauron lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Leave fifty men to block the enemy, and the rest of the army will quickly go north to meet the baggage team, and then return to the rescue immediately after joining the baggage team." ”

Two hundred and seventy or eighty men fought against more than one hundred and twenty or thirty enemies, and the odds of victory were quite good, but fifty weakened soldiers who had been hungry for a few days and ran for a day and a night did not dare to say that they could hold back twice as many enemy soldiers.

"Adult~This~"

"There is nothing wrong with this, and the order is to select fifty elite soldiers from each flag team!" Sauron yelled at his lieutenant, Arbon.

The adjutant reluctantly ordered the flag teams to select the elite soldiers behind the palace, but no flag captain was willing to put his most elite soldiers in the back to send them to death, so seeing that the pursuers were about to charge, each flag team only picked out thirty or forty old and weak soldiers.

Sauron was furious, he stepped on his horse and drew his sword, and shouted, "When is it?" Military Order: All officers above the squadron leader level of the Western Frontier Army Corps are to be left, and the remaining vacancies are selected by each flag team. I personally led the guards to stop the enemy! If the team behind the palace dares to break and flee, the guards will be killed on the spot! ”

"Even if I don't die today, I'll settle accounts afterwards!"

As soon as Sauron spoke, the six horseback guards beside him all drew their weapons from their waists, a posture ready to slash at any moment.

Helpless, the military order was difficult to disobey, and the officers of the Western Army heard that they had to stay in the palace, and seeing that Viscount Sauron's posture was even more non-negotiable, they could only kick those old and weak soldiers back to the team, and selected their most elite soldiers one after another.

Seeing that those officers were eager to leave all of his men behind to save their lives, Sauron snorted coldly again: "Each flag team is up to ten people!"

The officers had to pick out the toughest ones from the selected soldiers.

The fifty-man team of the rear of the palace was quickly assembled, and the officers stripped off all the slightly better armor of the lucky ones who were not left behind and put them on the bodies of the soldiers behind the palace, and the lives of the soldiers around them were the most precious at this time.

Soren's army pulled the adjutant Albon and ordered: "Albon, you take the rest of the people to the north immediately to join the baggage team, and then take the baggage team to the south to rescue, our side may not be able to last long, not to mention that the team behind them must also come up, otherwise they will not really work hard."

Albon was a real person, and he knew that this was not a hypocrisy, "My lord, you must resist it, and I will immediately take the guys to join the baggage team to come to the rescue." With that, he jumped on his horse and led the remaining two hundred or so lucky soldiers to the north......

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The Welsh Legion front team took on the Western Frontier Corps rearguard, and the battle began with the low and rapid sound of bull horns on both sides.

Line formation, phalanx, shield formation, wedge formation, break through the two wings in the middle, and the cavalry assault infantry impact......

These unfathomable tactics were all gone at this time.

Both sides are soldiers who have run out of breath, and it is not easy to be able to put on armor and raise their weapons and roar towards the opposite side at this time, and there is still the energy and physical strength to think about how to arrange troops and other troublesome things.

Defeating or being defeated by an enemy is the simplest and most straightforward way to fight.

However, everyone is a professional soldier of the legion, and the only ability to support their families every day is training and fighting, so the seemingly chaotic opposite charge still has a certain order.

Especially the soldiers who pursued the Wells Legionnaires, they were well fed and warmed recently and did not have to be exposed to wind and rain, so their physical strength and morale prevailed, plus all the officers were elite who had survived the battle formation and had received a short period of tactical training, so under the leadership of the backbone officers, the seemingly chaotic Welsh Legion stormtroop formation was actually basically formed into many formations that took care of each other as a unit.

On the other hand, the western frontier army also knows the formation, but at this time, for them, personal bravery is far better than battle formation.

The battle was fought like this, and both sides wanted nothing more than an early end.

Five hundred steps, pacing forward, looking for traces;

Four hundred paces, hurrying closer, drums and trumpets;

Three hundred paces, jogging and gaining momentum, cavalry sorties;

Two hundred steps, raise the spear and draw the sword, draw the arrow and build the bow;

100 steps, accelerate the charge, and the arrows fly;

Thirty steps, eyes open and roar, and attack on foot;

Successively, the soldiers on both sides concentrated all their complaints and anger for a day and a night on the swords and axes in their hands.

The two pieces of steel instantly struck out red sparks, blood and limbs flew in the air, and the brains smashed by the heavy hammer and the intestines cut by the broadsword were scattered to the ground......

Five miles north of the Purgatory Battlefield, Task Force Leader Stanley jumped off his horse and ran towards Angus, the commander of the Northland Blockade, without waiting to dismount and stop, "Lord Angus, the enemy is less than two miles away from here!" ”

"Otto, did they fall their tail?" Angus did not expect the two teams of the enemy army to still approach.

"Lord Odo, they did not fail, but the enemy army left fifty soldiers behind the palace to block the pace of Lord Odo, and the enemy army seems to have left a commander to lead the palace in person."

Angus raced his head around and thought about what to do.

"Stanley, order the task force, cavalry team, and bandit team that are attacking and blocking the north flank to assemble here at once, and we will go south to block the enemy's road, and we can hold out for as long as we can."

"But the north~"

"It will take some time to clear the trap barricades in the north, and it is impossible for their large troops to cross them, as for whether the soldiers who escorted food and supplies will bypass the barricades and go south to support~~ Let's talk about it."

Angus gathered all the blocking troops in the shortest possible time, and the twenty cavalry of the Wells Legion, the twelve (originally fifteen) of the task force, and the thirty or forty warriors under Redogan, a total of seventy cavalrymen, abandoned the northern blocking position and turned to the western army coming south......

The explosive power of a person under extreme hunger and fear is amazing, especially knowing that there is everything that lives not far ahead.

More than 200 Western troops already knew that they could survive by rushing through the last obstacle in front of them, so at this time, there was no need for any agitation and stimulation, and the 200 Western Army had already turned into 200 hungry wild wolves.

The hastily selected blocking battlefield was not suitable for cavalry roundabouts, so the seventy or so infantry cavalry led by Angus failed to stop all the crazy Western Army, and after slashing and killing more than 20 enemies, in order to preserve his strength, Angus had to order his subordinates to make way of the gap and let most of the Western Army continue to go north, while Angus sensibly chose to quickly rush to the south to flank the rear team of the Western Army.

Eyes turn to the bloody battlefield.

A black-robed soldier was covered in the blood of the enemy, but he didn't let down many people, but he had already chopped the corpse on the ground into a mess of flesh.

Seeing that the black-robed soldier who had been trained by himself was still chopping up the corpse, Corondo kicked it with a bloody sword and scolded, "Are you chopping minced meat?" Exhausted and waiting to be killed? Military merit is calculated according to the head, and even if you chop him into ashes, it is only counted as the first merit of killing the enemy. ”

The black-robed soldier was kicked and staggered, and he was about to turn around and look at the axe when he looked back, and saw that it was his instructor, and immediately went down.

Seeing that the soldier was still in a daze, Corondo kicked over again, "Why are you still looking at me, continue to kill the enemy!" ”

The black-robed soldier answered dumbly, and ran towards the place where the battle was raging, and Corondo also ran towards the Western Army officer who was surrounded and killed by two black-robed soldiers......

The Western Army is a professional legionnaire, and the Western Army that stayed behind the palace is the elite of the elite, and at this juncture of life and death, their combat power has been maximized.

Although the two first banner teams of the Wells Legion have elite veterans to suppress the formation, the proportion of new recruits is also very large, and the battle of Wincheston Manor is not fierce or cruel, so it is also a little weak when facing half of the elite enemies at this time.

In a short moment, the Western Army was killed and wounded more than 20 people, and the Wells Army also paid the price of more than 30 people.

"Lord Odo, this group of Western troops is not easy to deal with, and our soldiers are a little unable to support it!" The half-helmet on Kazak's head sank into a shallow pit, and the dark red hairends on his forehead were falling blood beads, which were smashed by a page hammer when besieging and killing a junior officer of the Western Army.

Odo observed that there were no brains dripping from Kazak's head, at least not immediately, "What about Tuba?" Otto looked around, but didn't see Touba's shadow.

"Tuba led the men to the right flank to fend off the cavalry, and several of the enemy's cavalry kept eating away at the soldiers on both flanks."

"TM's, it's hit a hard stone, and the enemy actually left an elite palace." The knight's sword in Odo's hand was already curled, and several guards around him resisted the Western army that rushed over.

"Brother Odo, do you retreat first and then line up to meet the enemy?" Kazak felt that his men had suffered too many casualties, and he was very distressed.

"It's too late, it's already mixed together, and I can't pull it out." By this time, the battle had turned into a grappling, and both sides had already been embedded in the enemy formation, and even if they gave the order to retreat, they could not get out, which could lead to a rout.

"Give me death, even if you are all dead at this time, you have to suppress the enemy's arrogance for me." After saying that, Otto raised his knight's sword and slashed at the two western troops who were defending his own soldiers......

Both sides are fighting to the death, and neither dares to show the slightest intention to retreat, and the outcome of the battle at this time is a matter of breath, and whoever can't hold it will be defeated.

But at this time, most of the Western Army was spared, and Angus led sixty or seventy infantry cavalry to raid the rear of the Western Army......

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Half a mile south of the battlefield, several banner teams of the rest of the Welsh Regiment galloped across some muddy roads in more than thirty four-wheeled carriages......

Rise in the Middle Ages