Chapter 103: Bright Card Scheduling

"Listen up, I'm Kevin!" Captain Kevin shouted, his loud voice echoing through the valley, suppressing the chaos of voices for a while.

He ordered: "All our personnel immediately stop the pursuit. The Black Lion and the Marquis's Palace guards in the first half of the convoy, escorting their respective families and wounded men, approached Deputy Head Battle, as did Master Plitander and others, and the rest, including 'White Crane' and 'Cool Death', immediately approached me. Immediately!"

This is the disadvantage of the "long snake formation", it seems that the team is long and the strength of the people is very strong, in fact, all the personnel are limited by the terrain of the valley, helplessly pulled into a long marching team, there are weak positions everywhere, it is difficult to launch a battle formation on the spot in case of attack, any intermediate part is attacked, the strength at both ends of the head and tail is difficult to support in time, and vice versa, even if the master is too much to take care of, the situation of passive beating in the previous stage is caused by this.

By now, it was clear that the attackers had shown their decline, and as long as they could quickly concentrate the strongest combat power of the convoy and make another charge, they could completely crush the enemy. However, it is still congenitally restricted by the terrain, and if it is impossible to do so, it is difficult to quickly gather combat strength and mobile combat, but it is necessary to concentrate women, children and wounded soldiers first, so as not to be broken by the attackers who are about to gather together again to form a joint force.

As for the previous one, although the arrows were sent out in time to notify the "Hidden Hand" to come to reinforcements and converge, after all, Riz and the others were five miles away, and it would take about a quarter of an hour to rush over. In other words, you have to hold on to your side for at least a few minutes.

Decisively and depressed, he gave up the idea of killing a few more attackers, and Captain Kevin gave an order, and rushed to chase the enemy's mercenaries and Marquis's Mansion guards before he could stop and look at his position.

If it weren't for the regiment commander's timely reminder and new instructions, and his own cooperation in stopping, I am afraid that at this moment, he would have rushed to the place where the enemy gathered, and fell into the attacker's array, which would be a situation from which he could never recover at any time.

The mercenaries and guards who woke up hurriedly moved closer to the nearest partner, covering each other and relying on the convergence.

Taking advantage of the chaotic environment to cover, "White Crane" took the "Cool Death Quartet" to find a certain carriage, and picked up a pale young man from it, with the youth as the center, the group wrapped him tightly and quietly rushed towards the rear of the team of the head of Kevin, the whole process was like a big enemy, fortunately both the enemy and us had no time to take care of him, and the "Cool Death Quartet" was very alert, and with the help of one carriage after another as a cover, it slipped away from one side of the valley along the way, but it did not attract the attention of the attackers who were concentrating on the other side of the carriage, barely " Smoothly" rushed to the place where the mercenary captain was.

The reason why it can only be regarded as "barely smooth" is to blame the Marquis Ryder for not educating his eldest son, who is either negligent in discipline on weekdays, or has a weak heart, in short, the noble young master has developed an arrogant personality of all the eyes, but he does not have the personal strength required by the eyes of the sky, and as a result, he was frightened by the sudden attack , stirring up the escape journey.

Kevin looked at the eldest son of the marquis, who was covered in mud and several bloodstains, and sighed deeply, for such a waste, he almost let the attackers notice that the extraneous branches caused more casualties, but for the sake of the waste and the same amount of silver keen, he didn't see it.

Saying that, the burly black man couldn't help but glance at the tall "Yin Keen", patted the shoulder of the boss in the "Cool Death Quartet", said "hard work", and turned around to arrange the defense line.

Of course, the eldest son of the frightened marquis was holding his knees and panting desperately, and this time, he no longer saw the calm appearance of refuting Master Plitander, and the style and courage of pointing out the country had long since been thrown into the middle of nowhere, with the screams one after another, just like the delicate maid he had loved in his arms not long ago.

Brother Gongzi lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, his crotch was cold, and he seemed to be so frightened that he was incontinent, and he didn't find out until he felt safe at this time......

"Hurry up, move quickly! Dear Miss, please walk two steps faster, what time do you think it is, and you can't go to the garden?"

Looking at a certain noble lady of the Marquis's Mansion, Battle clapped his palms and shouted, eager to pick her up and throw her behind the group of mercenaries who were busy answering.

As soon as he heard the order of the mercenary leader, the stout mountain dwarf immediately stood on a rock, shouting that the nearby mercenaries should bring the family members of the Marquis's Mansion to meet him, and by the way, help the injured people, and the situation of rushing forward was alleviated.

As the leaders of the two sides gathered and dispatched each other, the chaotic battle situation gradually became clear, and the attackers rushed towards Moraby, while the convoy personnel were centered on Kevin and Battle respectively, and converged separately according to the position of the convoy they were in.

At this time, the members of both sides tacitly stopped fighting, even if they saw the opponent who was fighting to the death with them just now running a few meters away, they could resist the urge to kill him with a knife, and return to their own camp first.

All grievances will be left to the next round.

After only a few minutes, the valley, which was filled with shouts, fights, cries, and the wails of the dying, gradually quieted down, and both the enemy and us were busy counting the number of people, counting casualties, and discussing the same thing as the follow-up arrangement by the main person in charge, even if someone was talking, they deliberately lowered their voices, lest the enemy on the opposite side hear something that should not be heard.

"Thanks to you!"

Battle grinned at the three of Normer, raised his big hand, and was about to pat the young man on the shoulder, listening to the mercenaries under his command recount the "great achievements" of the trio, and the deputy head of the regiment suddenly rose with admiration. If it weren't for Normer and their efforts to turn the tide, the black lion who was cut and surrounded by the enemy would have become a dead lion long ago, and he couldn't die anymore.

Seeing this, Normer immediately dodged and dodged, shaking his hand to indicate that he didn't need to, and at the same time reminded the deputy head of the regiment, who was not tall but very stout, to quickly decide what to do next, he didn't want to be slapped by Battle's wide and thick hands like a bear's paw, no light or heavy, if he was not injured, he would vomit blood.

"What else can I do? Leave a few lightly wounded guardian women and wounded soldiers, and gather the rest, and when the regimental commander gives the order, we will rush up and kill all the damned things. Damn, how dare you get poison on an arrow, it's so inferior!"

Battle gritted his teeth.

When the nearby mercenaries and guards heard this, they all nodded yes, and they looked like they were doing a big job.

Although only more than a dozen partners were killed by poisoned arrows, which was lower than the casualties caused by the later hand-to-hand combat, but witnessing the poison arrows with their own eyes and the rapid attack, everyone present had palpitations.

The death of more than 10 partners means that more than 10 families have lost their pillars and will fall into a bleak situation with no main income in the future.

Thinking of the young children waiting to be fed in the dilapidated homes of their companions, the sadness of the old and frail old people who lost their children in their old age, and the tragic situation and suffering of the family in the cold winter, they all feel related.

What's more, when they were scrambling to find a place to hide, the feeling of panic and anxiety made them want to poison the attackers a hundred times.

When Normer heard it, he felt that it was inappropriate, this kind of so-called "plan" that sounded like it made people's blood boil and wanted to be executed immediately was worse than no plan, and if he really wanted to actually operate it, he was probably making himself unhappy.

If nothing else, it can be seen from the fact that the leader of the attackers did not order his subordinates to break out separately, but summoned them all to his side in a hurry, and the attackers were quite confident in the combat power of their own side, and still did not give up the original goal, but may have fine-tuned the specific methods to achieve the goal.

At this moment, the casualties on the side of the mercenary group are not small, and the guards of the Marquis's Mansion are even more casualties, and at the same time, they must divide their troops to protect the Marquise and other weak people.

Silently slandering whether Battle had dwarf blood or the "war pig" blood of the demon world, Normer bit his lip and was speechless. In my impression, it seems that only the war pigs recorded in the books are unique to the demon world, and they have a typical tendon like Battle, and they only know the "excellent" personality of rushing forward.

The problem is that it is said that as soon as the demon clan's war pigs come out, there are thousands of heads, and they are strong, and they can torture the enemy to death just by running up and trampling on them, so they don't need to think too much about tactics at all.

But you, Battle, are different, although you lie down and have a similar size, your combat power is at best equivalent to a war pig, and if you die, it can only be counted as two, what use can you have? Besides, as the deputy head of the regiment, are you responsible for the life and death of your brothers?

Normer looked at the typical "pig teammate" in front of him and decided that it would be better to tell him bluntly and save him from being taken to the gutter.

The young man was too shallow to cover up, and the stout deputy head of the regiment knew that the other party did not approve of his proposal just now, or to be more precise, completely rejected his proposal.

Fortunately, in addition to his straightforward temperament, the deputy head of the group also has the excellent quality of respecting others, of course, the premise that can make him respect is that he thinks you have strong strength and have the qualifications to make him respect. Otherwise, if an ordinary person looked at him with a contemptuous look like Normer, Deputy Head of Battle would have slapped him to the ground with a bear's paw a long time ago, so that he could study and deeply understand the necessary rules of respecting the leader.

"What, no?" asked Battle directly.

"Of course not!"

Since the deputy head of the regiment asked so directly, Normer simply answered directly, it is better to be concise and concise at the important juncture, or explain around the corner, I am afraid that the enemy has been killed in front of him and has not finished speaking.

He asked rhetorically: "Do you think that we have lost so many people in the battle and wounded a lot, and now we still have enough strength to drive out the enemy?"

After speaking, he pointed to the battlefield between the enemy and us, the corpses in that place, and Normo didn't think that the current black lion could still have manpower to fight.

Battle is not stupid, looking at the corpses on the ground, most of them are dressed by his own mercenaries or the guards of the Marquis's Palace, and then think about the general impression left on him by the attackers who besieged and pinned him down when they fought not long ago, it was a group of guys whose average level exceeded that of their own mercenaries!

The stout deputy head immediately understood how "smart" his proposal just now.