On the road north of the county town of Tiniets, more than thirty four-wheeled carriages crushed the mud all over the ground, and the hooves of dozens of horses roared.

The commander of the Wells Legion, Art, was wearing iron black-colored plate chain mail, carrying a steel knight's sword at his waist, and a fat black war horse with a strong body and a handsome line, and his armor shook up and down in the warhorse's gasping and galloping;

Behind Art, Ron, the commander of the Guards Legion, the trainee knight, also led seven horseback guards in a long robe, chain mail and half-body plate armor, following Art's horse;

Behind the Guards were the 3rd Banner of the 1st Company, the 3rd Banner of Weez, the 4th Banner of Bangueda, the 2nd Banner of Triduok, the 3rd Banner of Andrew, and the 4th Banner of Pats, who were divided into more than 30 carriages. Colin's 1st Company, 2nd Banner, and Klaus's Heavy Infantry and Jason's Crossbow Brigade were left behind at Wincheston Manor to defend against possible changes. Spencer's baggage squad was urgently loading up with rations and later chasing the legion.

Tignets County has not been at war for many years, the county garrison is less than two hundred, and the standing soldiers of the entire county are less than four hundred, and now Art can mobilize four or five hundred people at a time, I don't know what the Viscount Pierre, who is guarding the county town and watching the excitement, will think.

However, Art didn't have the energy to think about this, he only knew that Otto and Angus must be facing huge battlefield pressure at the moment, three hundred western troops plus more than a hundred baggage guards, and under the attack formed by these people, Otto and Angus may not be able to hold on for long.

Art felt that the speed of the carriage was getting fuller and fuller in the last small section, which was also something that could not be helped, from the second half of the night when he received the urgent military order to set off to the west, the army had only rested briefly twice, and it didn't matter if people took the carriage, but the horses pulling the carriage were almost exhausted, and several carriages had been left behind along the way.

At this time, he couldn't care about the horses, and Art turned his head and yelled at Ron: "The herald will speed up again!"

Ron lifted the reins of the galloping horse to the side and went around the back to speed up......

By the time Art arrived at the battlefield with hundreds of legionnaire infantry, the battle was over.

On the battlefield of one or two hundred people, five or six hundred people fought fiercely, and Art looked at the wounded soldiers who were wailing all over the ground and the corpses that had dried up, and the pain and regret were overflowing.

The two first banners of the Wells Legion are the elite of the Yat infantry and the largest proportion of veterans, which are the most combat-ready blades of the Wells Legion.

"My lord, twenty-nine people were killed in the battle, sixteen were seriously wounded, and the rest of the minor injuries have not had time to be settled."

"My lord, I was wrong!" Odo fell to his knees with a thud, he really couldn't have predicted that there would be such horrific casualties in a hundred and twenty people against fifty or sixty people.

Art was silent for a long time, he deplored the elites who died in battle, but he couldn't blame Odo's command mistakes, "Get up, hurry up and treat the wounded, if you can get one back." ”

Otto choked up when he heard this, and got up to organize the rescue.

Seeing Odo leaving, Ron, who was in charge of interrogating the prisoners of war, walked to Art's side and said softly: "My lord, you can't blame Lord Odo for such a big battle loss, almost all of the officers who stayed behind the palace are officers above the squadron leader level of the Western Army and their personal soldiers, and they are the elite of the elite of the Western Army."

Art was shocked when he heard this, "What? Let all the officers be empressed? How is this possible? ”

If you look at the number of corpses of the Western Army on the ground, basically about two-thirds of the officers of the Western Army have fallen here.

"Yes, my lord, half of these forty or so corpses belong to officers of the Western Army, and the commander of the Western Army, Viscount Sauron, personally took them to cover the rear of the palace." Ron must have replied.

"What about Sauron? Has his body been found? The regret in Art's heart turned into joy, exchanging ordinary soldiers for the same number of officers, and such battle losses were valuable.

"Sauron and five or six Western Army officers escaped, and the sergeant major went in pursuit with the cavalry."

Before Ron's words could be finished, Angus, who had returned from his horse, rushed to Art's side.

"Your Excellency!" Angus pulled at the reins and stopped in front of Art.

"Sergeant Major, how's the battle going?"

"Most of the western army has already converged with the baggage team from the north, and there was originally a team that was ready to go south to rescue the enemy army behind the palace, but after Sauron fled back, they fled north again, and now they are urgently arrayed and defended three miles north of here, plus the army that escorted the baggage, their number of soldiers is about three hundred and twenty, and there are also about one hundred and forty laborers who are conscripted with the army."

Art pondered for a moment, then raised his head and instructed Ron: "Order, Odo will lead two battle-damaged flag teams to defend and treat the wounded on the spot, and prepare for the follow-up baggage team to set up camp." The remnants of the Wells Legion immediately went with me to attack the Western Army. ”

On the North-South Highway, which had just been filled in the north, the soldiers of the Western Army who had joined the baggage brigade grabbed anything that could be stuffed into their mouths like hungry animals and desperately tore and chewed it, not to mention whether their stomachs, which had been empty for days, could adapt to the raw meat in their hands, and whether the rough shelled wheat grains would cut their throats.

In the center of the camp, the commander of the Western Army, Viscount Sauron, with the help of his adjutant Arbon, walked into a makeshift camp tent, his leg was slashed by a sharp blade, a crack was opened in his leg armor, the white flesh of his calf was turned out, and blood had filled his combat boots.

"My lord~others~" Albon asked weakly.

"Just a few of us." Sauron's eyes were closed, and his facial muscles twitched violently, not knowing if it was the pain of his leg injury or the pain in his heart.

Albon was silent, he didn't know how to evaluate whether Viscount Sauron's decision to force the officers was correct, if there was no elite officers, the western army might still be fighting or even be annihilated by most of the enemy troops who had been brought up; But can an army with elite officers killed in battle still be able to fight?

Sauron didn't care about thinking about this anymore, he opened his eyes and barely squeezed out a kind expression, and said to the Baron of the Commander, the commander of Bernard's personal army, who was in charge of escorting the labor baggage south, as if flattering: "Baron Allen, the Western Army's combat strength has lost too much these days, and it will take at least half a day to recover, so I can only ask you to take the Earl's elite personal soldiers to temporarily take charge of the defense of the camp, and most of the enemy army may catch up at any time."

The baron named Allen's face was already cold and pale, he hated this drudgery, since he passed through the southern part of Lucesen, the baggage team he led was attacked every day, and every step had to step into an unguardable trap, and the Western army was defeated again and again, and those officers of the Western Army who claimed to be elite were actually cut off by this stupid commander in front of him, this was not the battle situation he expected, let alone the war he should have in his mind.

"Viscount Sauron, I have sent the baggage and labor to you according to the Earl's order, I will be responsible for today's defense, but the Earl's own troops will return north early tomorrow morning." Alan's tone was unusually cold.

Sauron had wanted to persuade the Count to stay and fight with him, as they were well-armed and powerful. But it looks like Alan doesn't want to stay here any longer.

Art will not let the Western Army breathe, the Western Army is exhausted at this moment, but the rest of the Welsh Legion that arrived in a carriage has retained its abundant strength.

Three miles, get off the bus and walk the five flag teams of Wales in an instant.

When Sauron heard the enemy attack, he was still surprised why the enemy army, which had been chasing for a long time for a long time, and why it was not repaired, more than 300 well-armored infantry of the Welsh Legion had already broken through the outer defensive line hastily formed by dozens of earl's own soldiers, and stormed the Western army camp from three sides.

The soldiers of the Western Army, who had just rolled their bellies, could not wield their swords at all, and at this time, without the command of the officer, they scattered and fled or surrendered on their knees.

When the flock of grassy sheep is chased by the wolves, in addition to supporting death, it is more likely to trample each other to death in the chaos.

Looking at the Western troops fleeing in all directions in the camp, Viscount Sauron could only be dragged by his adjutant Albang and his own soldiers, and was forcibly pulled onto his war horse and ran north with the hundred or so soldiers who fled......

An inexplicable war ended in mid-April on a sun-soaked evening.

The sudden war in the southern border counties of the Count of Burgundy took less than ten days, but when the matter reached the court of Besançon, it had become a shocking wave, and when the heresy of the Dean family had just subsided a little, and the struggle between the two forces had begun to ease, the two sides of the war sent nearly a thousand troops to fight, and the most important thing was that it actually happened in the direct territory of the Marquis of Ivrea, which made the ruler of the Earl who had not yet breathed on the sickbed angry.

Under the malicious play of Count Balwin, Ivrea regarded the unauthorized deployment of the Western Army to attack the county of Tignats as the greatest challenge to his ruling authority.

"Before I died, those people were already impatiently devouring my territory and eating away at my people." This is Ivrea's final definition of this.

On the day Balwyn left with dozens of escorts from the bedside of the Marquis of the Inner Court, the First Regiment of the Imperial Guard declared its readiness.

Bernard panicked, he originally just wanted the Western Army to quietly enter Tignats County and take Wincheston Manor back, and by the way suppress the arrogance of Yat and his army, but not only failed to recover the "lost ground", but made the elite of the Western Army lose everything, and was pinched by the opponent's tail and severely rectified.

The main thing is that Ivrea has put him on the opposite side, Bernard does not think that an old man who is about to die can be much of a threat, but once Ivrea gives some posthumous summons in the name of the ruler of the country before his death, it will be troublesome.

Yat is both a participant in this struggle and a bystander, but his profits are also significant.

Needless to say, the gains and losses of the battlefield itself are self-explanatory.

The second week after the end of the war, thanks to the efforts of Earl Balwin, the southwest farm and the Lane Manor in County of Tignats successfully became the fiefdom of Frontier Baron Yat.

As for Wincheston Manor, it is estimated that no one will assert ownership of its territory.

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Chapter 292: The Battle Is Over