The Serenfu Corps is now in chaos, and after the artillery battalion was bombed, everyone thought that the "iron devils" of the Tieji tribe had come to attack. Except for some of the officers who were still struggling to maintain order, most of them were already clawed, and all of them were waiting for orders to retreat.

In the corps headquarters, the staff officers were constantly going in and out, and Serenfu was standing at the gate of the headquarters with a particularly gloomy face. The artillery battalion was bombed, and none of the artillery groups were spared, which was undoubtedly like a bolt from the sky. They pinned all their hopes on the artillery group to be able to fight those "iron devils", but it backfired, and the artillery group was blown up, and now it is a matter of life and death.

Serunfu is now also thinking of retreating, and it is impossible to deal with those "iron devils" without the artillery group. Fortunately, most of the soldiers of the corps are there, and their strength has not been fatally hit, so it is also a good choice if they can retreat smoothly.

However, Serenf felt particularly humiliated by being defeated by a nomadic tribe such as the Tieji tribe, which was a great shame for his life. He is still brewing, if there is a suitable time, he will come to trouble the Tieji tribe again, and when the time comes, he must take down the iron-based tribe, so that their men will become Baron'o's slave soldiers, and the old, weak, women and children will become Baron'ou's slaves!

In the Tieji tribe, Cheng Lei was directing and arranging all actions, and he had already expected that Selenfu had the idea of retreating. However, Serenf must still be hesitant now, because his status as a high-ranking officer in the Barono Empire gives him instinctive pride. Serenf was still looking for a suitable excuse, an excuse that could be justified by both superiors and subordinates, otherwise he would not be able to explain to anyone.

After all, this expedition was to break the Great Heng City, but when it encountered a small Tieji tribe, it was difficult to move an inch, and it lost so many troops. Without a suitable excuse, Serenfu could have been punished very harshly by the higher legions, and by that time the entire family would have really come to an end.

Cheng Lei wanted to seize the moment of hesitation of Serenfu to deal a fatal blow to the Serenfu Corps. Now the armored battalion has been sent out. The iron-based cavalry had also followed behind the armored battalion, and everything was commanded by Li Changcheng, the commander of the Cheetah Infantry Regiment at the rear, and it was still the same formation, still the same powerful.

Although the officers of the Serenf Corps were honest when they faced the soldiers, when they received that the "Iron Devil" had already sent out to approach the Serenf Corps, those officers ran faster than anyone else. The soldiers saw the officers running away. They were all scattered, and they became completely routed.

Li Changcheng's Cheetah Infantry Regiment became a prisoner shelter completely, and most of its troops were spent on capturing and escorting prisoners. However, when it comes to arresting, in fact, most of the soldiers of the Serenfu Corps have too much shadow in their hearts for those "iron devils", and they just want not to come into contact with those devils head-on, so they are more positive than one surrendering the other.

In this way, a small group of routs on the front line of the Serenf Corps turned into many routs, and then slowly became a large group of routs. Serenv was still hesitating at the command when to retreat, when the information came back from the front. The report said that the front line had completely collapsed, that the army of the Tieji tribe had been killed, and that an order to retreat should be issued immediately.

Otherwise, an unorderly retreat can only become a target for the enemy, or be killed, or captured, and there are very few who can escape. An orderly retreat is different, and if the enemy bites the bullet, you can organize personnel to block it. Moreover, if there is an establishment, it will not be chaotic, and as long as the establishment is still there after returning to the rear. Then it's still the Serenfu Corps.

Hearing this, Serenv immediately sent a combat battalion to block the enemy, and then gave the order somewhat helplessly: the whole army began to retreat. It was precisely because of Selenf's good face and indecision that the pace of retreat of Serenf's corps was a step late, and then even more casualties were inflicted.

The armored battalion was on a rampage behind the Serenf Corps as if it had entered no man's land, and the iron-based cavalry had already rushed in front of the Panzer Battalion, fiercely killing the retreating soldiers of the Serenf Corps.

I saw that from the place where they first came into contact with the current rear of the Serenfu Corps. Countless soldiers of the Corps fell in pools of blood. Although several blocking confrontations were also organized, the effect was very poor, because the soldiers of the Serenfu Corps, who were like arrows and had no fighting spirit, could not be the opponent of the imposing iron-based cavalry, not to mention that the armored battalion was an inexplicable existence against the Serenfu Corps.

The corpses of the soldiers of the regiment were strewn all over the field, and some of them were captured by the Cheetah Infantry Regiment, which followed closely behind the armored battalion and iron-based cavalry. A considerable number of these captives surrendered to Cheng on their own initiative, and they had completely lost their fighting spirit. Seeing the tragic situation of those dead soldiers was all frightened.

Serenf rode a war horse, surrounded by many cavalry, and not far behind him, there were less than three battalions of about a thousand men following closely behind, these were all the living forces of the Serenf regiment now. Selenf's heart was very annoyed with himself, because his hesitation led to a further expansion of the situation, at least more than 1,500 soldiers were lost because of his momentary hesitation, and the Serenfu regiment paid a heavy price for it.

Limping through the grass with his gun, Montali had been separated from the bulk of the Serenf Corps an hour before. Because of offending Serenfu, Serenfu was sent from the position of the commander of the 1st Pioneer Battalion to the 3rd Combat Battalion as an ordinary soldier, which was equivalent to falling from heaven to hell all at once.

However, Montali never became discouraged, for he knew that when they returned to the superior corps, they would be able to visit the commander of the superior corps as long as he was alive. The commander of the Second Legion had a special regard for Montali, and was intent on marrying his daughter to him.

If he met this commander, all the grievances of Montali would be lost, and he still had a long way to go, at least he thought that his future would be much better than that of Serenf.

It was such a proud young man who was now trapped in the grassland, his left leg was shot by a stray bullet, although the bullet had been pulled out and bandaged, but after a lot of bleeding, he felt exhausted. He avoided the enemy's vanguard, and relied on his sensitive sense of smell to find a way to escape, but of course he couldn't run fast on one leg.

The 3rd Combat Battalion, where he had been before, had collapsed, and all of them had been killed or captured. Montali was able to escape because of his own superior wisdom and fighting qualities. However, under the heavy sweep of the enemy, it is difficult to say whether he can escape smoothly, he clearly knows that there is another corps behind the Serenfu Corps that has been sent to support the Serenfu Corps in the war against Daheng City, and if he can escape to the station of that corps, he will be reborn.

Thinking of this, Montali quickened his pace and strode forward. Although it hurt to pull the muzzle, he couldn't care about it now. The desire to survive made him temporarily overcome the pain, and his body was full of strength.

At this moment, Montali suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the grass around him rattled, and he immediately judged that it was not the cause of the wind. So he quickly lay down on the ground and listened for a while, and the sound of horses' hooves from the east gradually became clearer and clearer, and it sounded like there were many horses.

Muntali panicked, and he tried to calm himself before moving hard toward the side of the prairie. He had already judged from the sound of horses' hooves where the cavalry might have passed. So I wanted to find a place where those cavalry wouldn't pass through and hide from them.

After a violent exertion, due to the exhaustion of his body and the pain of the wound, Montali's physical functions had reached the limit, and he tried to bite his lip to keep himself from fainting, and then crawled forward on the ground. At the moment when he heard the sound of the horses' hooves very clearly, Montali buried himself in the tall grass and fainted.

The cavalry passed as Montali had expected. These cavalry, numbering about two hundred men, were dispersed from the main cavalry force to strike at the tail side of the enemy's ranks. Muntali calculated the trajectory of the cavalry, but did not calculate that the infantry behind the cavalry came to Muntali's hiding place half an hour after the cavalry had passed.

Although the infantry followed the movement of the cavalry. However, they were much more dispersed, which would have made it easier to spot the enemy's stragglers. The sound of footsteps slowly approached the grass where Muntali was hiding, and the muzzle of an infantryman's gun had appeared a meter away from the grass.

Muntali heard a strange noise, and he tried to open his eyes, despite the exhaustion of his body and mind. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of military boots less than a meter away, and then a black rifle. Montali's heart tensed suddenly, the system of his boots and rifles was very different from that of the Serenf infantry. This must be the infantry of the Tieji tribe.

He slowly sat up from the grass, touched his side, and found that his rifle was gone, and he didn't know when it had been lost. He touched it, then pulled a pistol from his waist. This pistol was still the same as when he was the commander of the First Pioneer Battalion, and he always stayed with him. Because as an ordinary soldier, he was not allowed to be equipped with a pistol, so he could only take it out and wipe it when no one was around, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

The man less than a meter away didn't notice Montali and strode forward. Montali's nervousness eased slightly, and it was in this moment of relaxation that he suddenly felt his head and body being pressed against the muzzles of at least two more rifles.

His body tensed for a moment, and then he heard the person behind him shout: "Slowly turn your body around and throw away the gun in your hand!" Hurry up, don't play tricks, or your head will turn into a rotten watermelon! ”

Muntali's heart of wanting to get away with it suddenly dissipated, there were so many infantry on the other side, even if he could clean up the three soldiers in front of him, what should he do if there were so many around? Besides, under the muzzle of two guns, you can still clean up the person with the gun, this is simply a fool's dream, no matter how strong the person is, he can't do it. Now that he has thought about it, having a life is more important than anything else, and he is not afraid of running out of firewood.

After Montali struggled to get to his feet, an infantryman noticed the wound in his left leg and shouted behind him, "Come here, the meditator, there's a prisoner here who is badly wounded, you can take care of him!" ”

Then he said to Montali: "Don't worry, although you have become our prisoner, as long as you do not resist or escape, we will not do you any favor." But you'll have to be tied up to prevent you from escaping. Now that the other party had said everything openly, Montali believed him, for he felt that if these men wanted to kill him, they would have to heal him first, and this logic did not make sense.

He obediently cooperated with the hygienist to treat his wounds, and then tied his hands again. The soldiers who had captured him told him to wait where he was, and sent a soldier to guard him.

Montali looked up and down at the soldier guarding him: it was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, and his uniform might have been a little dirty from being worn for a long time, but it was more of a sign of gunfire. The young man's gun was polished and clean, except for a little dew and grass clippings from the march on the steppe.

A soldier of the lowest rank could do this, loving a gun more than himself, and Montali could not help but be in awe of the commander of this army. If you can have such troops and soldiers under your command, why can't you win the battle?

"Hey, are you hungry? I've got something to eat here. The soldier said to Montali.

Montali realized that he hadn't eaten much for a day and a night, and that his stomach was already hungry. It's just that he didn't expect anything to eat after being captured, because often the captives didn't want the captives to have too much physical strength.

Muntali nodded subconsciously, and the soldier took out a paper bag from the backpack behind him, and when he opened it, there was a piece of pastry. The soldier broke a piece of his finger and was about to put it in his mouth, but when he saw Montali's puzzled eyes, the soldier put it in his mouth and chewed it, and then broke another piece for Montali and said, "Now you can rest assured, this is not poisonous." Hurry up and eat a little, and I'll be back when the motorcade arrives and hands you over to them. ”

Montali was unsuspecting, and let the soldier put the pastry-like thing into his mouth, and his mouth was filled with a sweet taste. This "pastry" can be said to be fragrant and sweet, and it is simply a supreme delicacy for the now hungry Montali.

Montali eats Cheng Lei's latest compressed biscuits, which is best eaten when there is no time to bury the pot and cook on a long march or a rapid march. It doesn't take up much space, and it's delicious and hungry, making it a great product for marching and fighting. (To be continued.) )