Soon the group of parliamentarians who were ready to steal the merit were taken down by a bunch of soldiers, although they were also ready to resist, but the big soldiers didn't care about this, and directly put knives on their necks, and if they didn't obey, they would die, so they were all taken away from the battlefield one by one. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, not everyone is so obedient, there is a guy who relies on his family background and refuses to go to the battlefield, according to his words, he is fighting for the country, and no one can stop him from serving the country.

At the same time, he also shouted that his aunt was the head of the mage regiment in the army, and if they dared to arrest him, he would let the little soldiers walk around without food. I think everyone can guess who this strange guy is.

But those soldiers didn't care about this, although they didn't dare to kill him according to the military order, after all, if they really wanted to kill him, there would be trouble, but it was still okay to beat him, so a group of soldiers beat the little white face fiercely, and then directly knocked out and dragged out of the battlefield.

As the group of troublemakers subsided, the situation on the battlefield was completely stabilized. The encirclement was completely formed, and most of the monsters were surrounded inside. After being surrounded, the human side mustered the last of their strength and launched a final slaughter on these monsters.

In the eyes of the monsters, humans are just food, and even if they are caught, they will be eaten sooner or later. And in the eyes of humans, monsters are inferior to beasts, beasts can still be tamed and kept in captivity, but what about monsters? Nothing but destruction and killing, killing is the best option. The war between humans and monsters has always been so cruel, there are no peace talks, no surrender, no prisoners, and only one side is completely dead will end the battle.

It wasn't until late in the evening that the carnage gradually stopped, and under the setting sun in the west, corpses were strewn all over the ground, both monsters and humans. The soldiers of the living human beings are constantly searching the battlefield, looking for comrades who are still alive, or picking up those who have already died. When you see a monster that hasn't lost your breath yet, go up and make up for a few knives, in short, you can't let go of any living enemy.

As the night approached, the ravens also ran out, and they wandered around among the corpses, pecking twice on this corpse and pecking twice on that corpse, so happy, at least for a while, they would not be short of food.

And in the human barracks, the atmosphere is not so happy. Although the battle was won, the losses were too great this time, the wails of the wounded soldiers were constantly heard in the barracks, and the priests and doctors were constantly busy, but after a big battle, almost all the priests had no magic positions, and could only use their limited medical skills to treat these wounded.

In the wailing of the wounded soldiers, the Earl of Marshall listened to the report of his men with a frown, and in his tent, half of the officers were missing, and many of the rest were still wearing bandages.

"In terms of cavalry, our original cavalry configuration has been reduced by more than half, and now there are less than 100 cavalry in good condition, of which more than 200 were killed in battle, and the knights recruited were even worse, more than 260 were killed in battle, and the rest were basically wounded, and the detailed report will not come out until tomorrow." A cavalry general had gauze wrapped around his head and was dirty, covered in blood and mud.

"Those recruited knights are too rigid, when they are ordered to leave the battle, they still hold the chivalry and fight to the death, if they can obey the order, there will not be such a big loss, it is really brainless." The cavalry general, although he recognized the fighting spirit of these knights, despised their inflexibility. This is a war, do they think it is a joust? What's the use of clinging to those rules? Harm others and yourself.

"Shut up, no matter how they say they are heroes, they have sacrificed their lives for the country, and you are still talking cool here? Let me hear these words again, and be dealt with by military law! "The Earl of Marshall is well aware of the contradiction between the cavalry of the army and the traditional knights, but it is too inappropriate to say such things at this time, and he must refute it.

"Yes." Although the cavalry officer said yes verbally, he was still pouting mentally.

The contradiction between army cavalry and traditional knights has been around for a long time, so why is it army cavalry and not army knights? It's because those traditional knights are crazy about it. How can they think that those cavalrymen in the army can be called knights? They can only fight and kill, and they don't understand any other knight skills, they are just a big old man, how can there be half a knight's grace.

As mentioned earlier, the education of knights is not only the skills of the knight's profession, but also many cultural classes. But how can there be so many soldiers trained in the army, as long as they can fight, and other cultural courses or something, they don't bother to teach at all.

And the army cavalry gradually went to the battlefield, and the status of those traditional knights in the army was quickly replaced, after all, it was too difficult to train an orthodox knight, and the country did not have that thought, or the cavalry saved trouble and effort.

And those traditional knights who always hold the spirit of chivalry are indeed not suitable for modern warfare. What is war about? It's a strategy, and to put it bluntly, it's a soldier who never tires of deceit. And the knights are so brainless that they can't play this game at all, thinking that it will affect their reputation. But in the army, as long as you can kill the enemy, you can use any means.

Traditional knights still look down on bows and crossbows and the like, thinking that they are not real skills, in fact, a long time ago, they even looked down on bows and arrows, thinking that they were hidden arrows that hurt people, were dishonorable, and violated the spirit of chivalry. Now bows and arrows are gradually accepted, but bows and crossbows are still looked down upon, and bows and arrows still need some skills, but what about bows and crossbows? In the eyes of the knights, it was a weapon that only the despicable would use.

From the military's side, what's the matter? It's not a killing, where is it so exquisite? Today's cavalry are equipped with crossbows, and as long as they can kill, there is nothing they can't use. At the same time, the cavalry of the army felt that these orthodox knights were just antiques, stubborn, and would only pass a brainless day by day, with no strategy at all, and would only stupidly emphasize what fairness and honor, and they were completely ignorant of what to do, and war was war, not child's play.

However, many orthodox knights are from noble backgrounds, and most of the cavalry are from civilian backgrounds, so now in the aristocratic circle, traditional knights are still the mainstream, and even if the cavalry becomes an aristocracy, they are still regarded as nouveau riche, which further leads to the contradiction between the two.

The Earl of Marshall knew this, but he didn't have a problem with it, he was an orthodox knight, and it stands to reason that he should support the traditional knights, but he has been mixing in the army, so he naturally knows the benefits of cavalry, and he can't speak ill of cavalry with a clear conscience, so he never wants to get involved in these senseless disputes.

"Alright, let's continue reporting."

"Yes." At this time, the officer of the heavy infantry came out to report that the man also had a bandage on his head, as well as a bandage on his left hand and between his chest and abdomen, and at first glance he thought it was a mummy.

The officer's face was expressionless, but at the same time there was a deep sadness in his eyes. "Of the hoplite wing, only 67 of the 845 people are still standing, 552 are killed in battle, and 226 are seriously wounded, and how many of them will be forced to retire will have to wait for the report of the wounded battalion. Chief Officer Summerer was killed in battle, Adjutant Mills was also killed, and I was the only one alive among the eight centurions, and the officers suffered more than 80 percent casualties......"

As he spoke, the officer's tears remained, he had to shed tears, the hoplites had been completely disabled, his comrades, superiors, and colleagues were joking with him the day before, but a day later, they were all killed in battle, and most of the rest were in the wounded barracks, how could you not be sad. If he hadn't been alive, he would not even have the officer to report to the Earl of Marshall.

The casualties are like this, which also means that their unit will definitely be reorganized in the subsequent reorganization, and at that time, it is difficult to say whether there will be the number of this wing. As a soldier, the sense of collective honor can even be said to surpass everything, and now most of my comrades have died in battle, and they are facing dismissal, how can you not be sad about that officer.

Although the cavalry also suffered heavy losses, the main body was still there, and as long as new recruits were replenished, the reorganization could be completed. But the officers of the heavy infantry wing are almost dead, and they are still reorganized, so they can only be rebuilt directly.

The other officers saw the officers of the hoplite wing in tears, and everyone drooped their eyelids and felt a heavy heart. They can understand the officer's feelings, the old unit is actually facing disintegration, and even a soldier can't accept it. But the hoplite wing is like this, what can it do if it is not rebuilt? But it's not the hoplites' fault, they've done a good job.

From the beginning of the war, they were at the front, and they did not take a step back, and they have been subjected to repeated shocks. And the middle was also affected by spells, but they have always been on the front line, and the impact is inevitable, even so, they still did not retreat, and the final casualties speak for themselves. But even so, they still can't escape the fate of being rebuilt, why don't you ask other officers to sigh?

"What to cry about! A soldier is to shed blood without tears! Look at what you look like now, do you still look like a soldier? "The Earl of Marshall was also very uncomfortable when he saw the officer crying silently in front of him, but what could he do? The hoplites have always been his heart, and this time he is more uncomfortable than anyone else, but he is the commander of the legion, and he must think about the whole legion.

The heavy infantry wing was finished, and for the sake of the corps, he had to rebuild. Otherwise, he will slowly wait for those wounded to come back, and slowly wait for the new officers to be trained, and by that time, the daylilies will be cold, and in order to restore the combat effectiveness of the regiment as soon as possible, he must rebuild the hoplite wing as soon as possible.

These truths were understood not only by the Earl of Marshalles, but also by the other officers, and even by the soldiers of the heavy infantry wing, but they could not accept it emotionally. They can be emotional, can he, Earl Marshall?

"Wipe away your tears, and join the new hoplite wing after you are healed, your brothers, as long as they don't retire, will also join in, I will arrange it well, you go down to recuperate first." The Earl of Marshall looked at the officer who was desperately wiping his tears, and said slowly.

"Yes." The officer covered his face and retreated, he still couldn't control himself now, the previous troops were gone, how could he be relieved?