At noon on the second day of the capture of Fort Marcy, the fire in the castle was basically extinguished, but after the raging fire and hell, Fort Marci was in ruins.

It was hard for Art to imagine that the power of hatred could be so terrifying. The Viscount of the Western Frontier Army, who had been beaten to the brink by Yat in the Battle of Tignats North, had already prepared for the castle to be breached, so the granary arsenal in the castle and a dozen wooden houses were placed in advance and prepared with firewood, and at the moment when Fort Marcy was broken, the commander of the garrison gave an order to plunge Marcy into a sea of fire, and then he himself chose the most undignified way to finish himself off.

This was a bitter blow to the Wells Legion attacking Fort Marsey.

The siege battle had already exhausted his physical strength, and he originally thought that he would be able to repair after entering the city, but he never thought that he would not even have time to pour water into his mouth, and immediately had to go to various places in the city to extinguish the fire. The main thing is that although the outer city has been breached, there are still stubborn remnants of the enemy in the city, and the soldiers have to risk being scorched to extinguish the fire, and on the other hand, they have to watch out for the remnants of the enemy who may rush out of the streets and alleys at any time.

Standing on the commanding heights of the slightly dilapidated south wall of Fort Marcy, Art was anxious.

After putting in half of the soldiers to fight the fire, the two largest fires in the granary arsenal have been brought under control, but it is difficult to say how much grain and grass weapons will be left after a fire.

The main reason why Art had to hold Fort Marsey was because it was a fortified city, and the Welsh legions, who were driving alone into enemy territory, needed such an easy-to-defend castle as a nail.

But if it is a dangerous place without food and grass and armament, it can only become a tomb for the Welsh army to stand in the mountains, and the enemy does not need to attack at all when he comes, and the elite army in the castle can starve to death after a month or two.

So Art had to keep the granary arsenal at Fort Marcie, and at least most of the grain.

Hurried footsteps came from the wooden staircase of the watchtower, and Odo, covered in charcoal ash and curly with burnt eyebrows and hair, hurried up to the watchtower.

"Otto, has the granary fire been extinguished?" Art turned sharply and asked Odo, who was in charge of the siege and then commanded the firefighting.

"Big~~" Otto was about to speak, but his throat was so dry by the flames that he couldn't make a normal sound, he desperately squeezed out a mouthful of spit and swallowed it, and then replied in a hoarse voice: "My lord~ The fire in the granary was basically extinguished, but half of the grain was scorched. The remaining food is estimated to last up to three months. ”

For this remaining half of the food, the Welsh regiment paid the price of five dead and three seriously wounded. One of them was choked to death by the fireworks in the granary, and the remaining casualties came from the remnants of the enemy army who were lying in ambush in the granary.

After staring at the city for a moment, Art slapped the railing of the watchtower fiercely, "Three months, that's enough!" ”

With that, he turned and walked towards the wooden ladder of the watchtower, and as he went, he ordered Odo, who was beside him, "Odo, Fort Marssi has been taken, but the sergeant major is still fighting to the death with the pursuers, and I must go to the sergeant's aid." You personally lead a company of soldiers and all the baggage personnel to stay at Fort Marsey, and make sure that Fort Marsey is completely under our control before dark. ”

"In addition, immediately after settling in Fort Marssy, a small group of elites was sent north to establish an outpost. The pursuers in the back have not yet repulsed, and the enemy in front is coming. ”

As soon as Otto took the water bladder from Ron's hand, he immediately followed, "My lord, the remnants of the enemy in the city are basically calm. However, more than 70 enemy defenders were captured in this battle, how to deal with them? ”

Arte paused, the enemy army stationed in Fort Marcy was not an ordinary local army of Kodor, they were mainly from the border army of the province of Saône, and they had formed an undying hatred in the north of the county, and such an enemy would always be a danger even if he surrendered.

"All officers of the rank of cadet and above are to be imprisoned and executed in secret, and we must clear the place for the future Lord of the Land to be rewarded by the new army. The rest of the soldiers were to be put to death if they had killed their enemies. "Art wasn't going to relent.

"Yes, sir!" Otto simply responded.

"Ron, assemble the second company, heavy infantry, and crossbow team with me to the rear to meet the sergeant major."

"By the way, bring me Stanley too."

Ron was ordered to immediately jump off the walls and gather his army in the city......

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"Crossbow bolts! Crossbow bolts! Send another bag of crossbow arrows. ”

"Spearman, another spearman!"

"The right flank is about to break the formation, immediately support the right flank!"

The southwestern hills of Fort Marcy bordered the plains and the shouts of murder shook the sky.

In a clearing with a steep hill as the back, dozens of Welsh legions' special iron-inlaid four-wheeled carriages formed a semi-arc formation, and except for more than 30 cavalrymen with slightly heavier armor who were waiting immediately, all the rest of the soldiers were assigned to the carriages to shoot bows and throw stones or spears to stab the holes in the wooden planks of the carriages to kill and injure the approaching enemy infoot.

Halfway through the arc, more than 300 enemy troops were being chased by the two southern counties of Kodor Province and were breaking through the formation regardless of casualties.

The half-arc of the chariot became the scythe of death, harvesting the lives of each other.

The pursuing soldiers of the southern counties of Kodor were killed and wounded countless by the weapons on those wagons, and in the weaker junction between the two carts, the corpses had been piled up in a thick pile, there were Welsh regiments, but more of them were Kodor pursuers.

As the commander of the battle, Angus did not rush to the carriage to participate in the front-line battle, he led more than 30 heavy cavalry to the rear immediately, observing every part of the arc of the chariot formation at any time, and once there was a crack in the defense line, he would immediately dispatch soldiers to help.

Looking at the enemy's completely reckless style of fighting, the cavalry captain Lusignnan was a little anxious, "Sergeant, the enemy army is completely filling the hole with human lives, almost exchanging ten lives for one of our soldiers, the enemy can't afford such casualties, and we can't afford it, not to mention that the enemy is completely obsessed today." ”

The pursuing soldiers of the southern counties of Kodor have all rushed to the battlefield, with more than 500 people, including more than 150 heavy cavalry.

And the Welsh Legion, which relied on the defense of chariots, also reached a battle loss ratio of eight to ten losses in attack and defense.

The Welsh Legion is no match for the county soldiers, as professional soldiers, their manufacturing costs are too high, and it is really not cost-effective to fight with a group of county soldiers who have just left the status of farmers.

What's more, it was just noon at this time, and there was still half a day before the blocking time stipulated by the Chinese army's military order.

"Of course, I know that the battle loss ratio is too large, but the Lord ordered us to block the enemy army for a day, even if we fought the last man, we had to carry out the military order." Angus was also anxious, but after the military meeting in the middle of the night last night, he also came up with such a strategy to fight against the water.

Last night, there was also a proposal to lay traps in the hilly terrain or to deal with the enemy, but this proposal was immediately rejected. Not to mention that the pursuers who have already stuck to them will not give them time to set up traps and ambushes, and even if they set up ambushes, the enemy will not necessarily be ambushed, because there is more than one road to Fort Marssy, and if the enemy finds a trap, they can immediately change to other paths to approach Fort Marcie.

So in the end, everyone had to use the most primitive methods to drag the enemy army.

"Sergeant Major, I request that the cavalry rush out of the chariot formation to disrupt the enemy's attack, and give the brothers behind the chariot a chance to breathe and heal the wounded soldiers." Lusignnan volunteered to fight, even though he had just suffered a stomach injury yesterday.

Angus looked at his cheeks, which had not yet recovered from excessive blood loss, and turned to Jafar, the adjutant of the cavalry, "Jafar, you personally led twenty heavy cavalry to rush out of the right flank and charge along the chariot formation. ”

Jafar had been waiting for a long time, and rushed directly to the right flank with two squadrons of cavalry......

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Woo~~~ long horn sound.

As the heavy cavalry led by Jafar completed the assault on the front of the chariot formation, the enemy soldiers attacking the chariot formation finally suspended their attack, collected their troops and repaired, and the combat effectiveness of the soldiers was limited after all.

Jafar also returned to the chariot formation with two captured enemy soldiers.

"Sergeant, I caught two of them alive, and I just asked them why they were so desperate. It doesn't look like a county soldier. Jafar had the two captives pushed in front of Angus's horses.

Angus glanced at Lusignan, who pulled out his sword and jumped off his horse, walked quickly to a captive with a sword in the shoulder, and asked directly: "Say, are you county soldiers?"

The captive, who had been wounded in the shoulder, apparently had some backbone, and turned his head away.

Lusignnan didn't ask a second sentence at all, raised his hand and raised his sword, and slashed at the captive, with a pop most of the captive's neck was cut off, and his head hung directly on his chest, which was extremely terrifying.

Lusignan's failure to cut off his head due to a wound in the abdomen had an unexpected deterrent effect, and by the time Lusignan's blade turned to the second captive, the guy was already pooping and urinating.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I say, I say." There was no need for Lusignnan to ask another word.

"We are the soldiers of the southern county, and the reason why we are so desperate is because this morning the Chinese army came with a military order, and whoever beheads the enemy will be rewarded with two thousand pfennigs, and if the first two enemies are beheaded, they will be directly promoted to lord and knight. Even the brothers and families who died in the war can receive it~ That's why the guys are so desperate. With that, the captive collapsed on the ground, waiting for his fate.

The crowd was silent for a moment, no wonder today's enemy was even more desperate than yesterday's, it turned out that the chasing commander threw out such a life-sacrificing condition.

"Do you have any reinforcements?" Angus asked.

"No, all but a handful of garrisons in the southern two counties of Kodor are here. It seems that the city of Kodor has sent a secret order that we must rush to Fort Marci within the day. Master, I know so much, I really know so much, beg the master not to kill me~ Don't kill me~" The captive kowtowed like pounded garlic.

Angus thought for a moment, turned his head to look at the road leading to Fort Marcy behind the hill, then looked up at the pursuers who were ready to attack outside the car formation, and whispered softly to the captives who were paralyzed on the ground: "I will not kill you, I need you to go back and bring a word to your commander......"

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"What? Sue for peace? ”

"Yes, sum. They said that they knew that they couldn't stop the iron hooves of the army, and hoped that Lord Viscount would let them live~"