In the evening, the troops returned to the forward zone of the Po River line.

The wounded Caterina and the two count's sons were immediately cared for, and the best doctors in Verona gathered to treat the three nobles.

More than a dozen maids and servants ran around to assist the doctor in taking care of the three of them, although objectively speaking, the eldest son of the earl, who was the most seriously injured of the three, had only two front teeth knocked out.

Viscount Liszt also received emergency assistance, his injuries were very serious, especially on his legs, many of which could be seen with bones, and a large amount of blood was lost in his legs.

When I was in the cave before, I simply treated it, but I just stopped the bleeding and stitched up the wound randomly, and now I still need to pull out all the lines that have been stitched up, and then treat it properly.

Fortunately, the doctor who provided treatment for the viscount was also very good-handed, according to the doctor, the viscount's leg can still be saved, and there may be some small problems that will hurt in the future, but it will not affect his movements.

The other soldiers were also treated accordingly, and in the end, among the 500 people brought out by Eugen, only 287 returned, nearly half of the battle losses.

This is not a very large number, and the loss of a few hundred people can only be described as a drizzle for the current form.

However, Eugen could not forgive himself, and he regarded it as a disgrace for his life, which he used to warn and spur himself.

As for the moment, only the most ferocious revenge can wash away this pain, and can soothe the suffocating breath in Eugen's chest.

Most of the refugees in the Po River defense line have now been transferred to the quarantine area, and after a few months of familiarization, they have also adapted to the current life, even if some troops are sent out in a short time, it will not cause much chaos.

This matter was also fully supported by the Count of Sartre, his son was caught and beaten by robbers, and his daughter was almost raped, which greatly stimulated the old man who was over the age of six.

Count Sartre was already in a violent temper, but now it was more like a powder keg had been ignited, and the roar could be heard from three rooms.

"Go! Bring me all the troops out! I'm going to let those damned robbers not survive, they can't die! ”

On the night Eugen and the others returned to the Po River Line, the forward sector began to recruit troops, and some personnel were transferred from the quarantine area of Verona to be assigned to Eugen's command.

These were the personal guards of Count Sartre, who was too old and weak to go out in the cold winter, so he let some of his closest soldiers replace him and join Eugen's camp to slay down those hateful bandits.

One night, plus the next morning, all the men were in place, and the total number reached two thousand, and all of them were light cavalry.

All cavalry was used, naturally to prevent those robbers from escaping, and to kill them with all their might. In this weather, heavy cavalry could not participate in the battle, and light cavalry became the best candidate.

It was another noon, perhaps because of a heavy snowfall, the sky was very clear, but the temperature around was very low, and the cold wind was whistling and rolling up from all directions, blowing a crystal snow mist.

Eugen pierced armor and saber, stood in front of all the soldiers, and said with a cold expression: "Warriors! It's not a battle, it's a massacre! The target is those damn robbers! You know, your mission is to let go of one of them! ”

Eugen's shouts shook the sky, and the content of his words was colder than the harsh north wind.

Two thousand light cavalry shouted in unison: "Leave not one to spare!" Leave no one to chance! Leave no one to chance! After three sounds, the momentum of the army had climbed to its peak.

"Let's go!" Eugen waved his big hand and pointed straight ahead, and then whipped hard and rode black gold like a black eagle half flew out, and the two thousand light cavalry behind him moved with it, and the rumble of horses' hooves on the ground seemed to cause a slight earthquake, and the sound could be heard from a distance of a kilometer.

Eugen was not prepared to hide his whereabouts, he was not afraid of the robbers escaping, how far they could run on two legs in such weather.

It was this terrifying momentum that Eugen wanted, to kill all the robbers with absolute power, to arouse the deepest fear in their hearts, and then to make them die a painful death in fear and remorse.

The weather was very cold, but the horse's hooves trampled on the ground, but all the ice and snow on the ground were trampled, turning it into a strange picture of muddy and water.

Immediately behind Eugen at the forefront were a hundred cavalry guards sent by Count Sartre, some of whom Eugen had seen in Count Sartre's castle.

This is a group of fierce brute soldiers, with a fierce nature condensed by killing too many people, and some of them even have twisted hearts and become happy to kill enemies on the battlefield.

There is no doubt that this is the sharpest steel knife in the hands of Count Sartre, and now he has put it in the hands of Eugen to let Eugen wield it and strangle all the fools who dare to offend the nobility.

A few hours later, Eugen and the others came to the road leading to the southwest mountain road of the Manor Valley, and it was already a little dark, and it looked like it would be dark in another two or three hours.

Eugen, however, had no intention of resting, and the team kept charging along the avenue, taking advantage of the time before night to catch the robbers off guard.

The robbers did not leave the manor, yesterday's heavy snow blocked their way, and without the horses, they could not leave at all.

The king was also a little worried about the revenge of the nobles, so he ordered his men to keep a tight guard on the roads to the southwest and east, and to be vigilant against possible attacks.

All his arrangements are limited to this, vigilance and attack is vigilance, but when they face the attack, what means should be taken, Wang Bald did not think of it.

So, when Eugen's army reached the southwest mountain road, it did not encounter any decent obstacles, and went directly into the valley.

The robbers in the valley had four gathering places, and in addition to the central manor, there were also small houses on the west, east, and south sides of the valley inhabited by the robbers.

When the troops entered, they split into four streams, three of which were 400 men each, and Eugen led a full 800 men to charge directly to the central manor.

Among his eight hundred people, there are also one hundred Count Sartre's personal guards, which can be equal to the existing robbers in terms of numbers alone, and as for the combat effectiveness, it is more than several times over.

On this day, this robber's nest, which was temporarily gathered by the traitors among the refugees, finally ushered in their end!