With the help of the bright light of the flash dust mixed with the burning moonstone, the three squads that charged to the death successfully tore through the defense line of the mixed legion and entered the first trench.

The musker of the manor, who was born as a civilian, had long been frightened by the deafening roar of artillery fire, and in the blink of an eye, the enemy was killed, and those who surrendered on their knees fell down one by one, but the new army of the Principality of Maryland, who had been killed and could no longer contain their hands, slashed and slaughtered, and the fear and fear of death forced them to pick up their weapons and rush forward to meet them.

The orcs were the most courageous, but the narrow trenches were not a good place for them to use their brute strength, and in a front line where enemies seemed to be everywhere and were on fire, the big man always attracted a siege from up and down.

The first trench had fallen on the right flank of the mixed corps, and under the threat of death of flesh and blood, the deserters, who had suddenly broken down, retreated to the safety of the rear.

The 100-man gun team, which had just been transferred, was now learning and using the tactics of the new army of the Principality of Maryland, aiming at the enemy and deserters in the lost trenches, and pulling the trigger without hesitation.

The negative energy missile is like a scythe of death, indistinguishing between friend and foe, instantly cutting down all those who refuse to bend their knees, and the miserable howls and roars that permeate the surrounding position are frozen.

A heroic knight squire, who was hit in the chest head-on by a dark green negative energy missile, suddenly collapsed and shrunk inward, his eyes of regret and surprise instantly froze, and then turned into a dry corpse and fell on the ground soaked in blood.

Behind him, to his right and left, the recruits, who had just received the baptism of blood and death, had not yet been transformed, and they fell like wheat, and they did not even have a chance to fall to the ground.

After five rounds of strafing in a row, the defense line torn apart by the new army of the Principality of Maryland was no longer alive with few people still breathing. The ambushmen of the second trench received orders from General Marsden Ville to abandon their positions and go to take over the recaptured line.

The commander of the new army, Ian McCallane, kept an eye on the enemy's right flank and saw that the opponent had dispatched a team of 100 guns to reap the results with death missiles, and immediately understood the difference in the number of muskets.

"Mortar squad, keep pushing forward and blow up a bloody path to victory!"

New weapons purchased from Grand Master Aldrich Triss suppressed the opponent's defensive line with favorable terrain and left them in disgrace, and they could only endure in silence.

It wasn't until the mage warned that the shell stock was nearing its limit that Ian McCallane waved to stop the shelling, but his impulsive decision came too late.

Knowing the direction of the battlefield and vaguely assuming that his opponent's ammunition was exhausted, General Marsden Vere immediately seized the opportunity to signal the huge boulders of Harrell Heights to be released in one go, and then with the help of rolling down, the unstoppable rolling stones opened the way, and the famous general of the Duchy of Virginie gave the order for a general attack.

Orc laborers in black cowhide half-body armor, wielding logging axes, were the first to burst out of the trenches, followed by civilian shooters from the plantations, as if black tides were gushing out of the trenches and drowning the new army of the Duchy of Maryland that occupied the tidal flats along the Benniu River.

"Oops!"

Ian McCallane stood up in horror, by this time most of the legion had crossed the Benniu River, and the rudimentary fortifications had just been torn apart by the tumbling boulders, and it was no longer possible to reorganize the defensive line and resist on the spot.

Facing the charging of the fierce orcs and civilians mixed legions, the new army of the Principality of Maryland, knowing that there was a way out behind them, turned around and fled.

The young commander couldn't stop it at all, and even if he threw the last of his family's private soldiers into the battlefield, he probably couldn't save the situation from collapse.

"What to do, what to do!"

The mage recited the secret words, and with the help of the ubiquitous water vapor around him, summoned a large cloud of fog to cover the front line, and looked back at Ian McCallane.

"The opponent's entire army was dispatched, and as far as the Eye of the Mystery observed, the opponent's generals did not seem to move. I'm going to assassinate and make one last attempt to save the day. ”

Ian McCallane nodded heavily, not expecting that the youngest brother would step up at a critical moment for the family members, who liked art and painting.

"Musketeers, don't skimp on ammunition reserves, pour all the flaming missiles on the enemy. ”

The arcane musket, which has a range and power above the negative energy missile, is the only weapon that can rely on turning the tables at the moment, and is pressed on the gambling table by the commander of the new army who loses the red eye.

The fog confused the vision of both the enemy and the enemy, but it was impossible for the long line to be all-encompassing, especially the mixed legions with superior military strength, and some of them were fortunate enough to avoid the obstacles, but they were greeted not only by shields and swords, but also by powerful bows and crossbow arrows.

The two sides are in a scorching battle, and the new army of the Principality of Maryland, which has a way to escape, is facing more and more pressure as more and more people sneak into the Benniu River to escape when the opportunity arises, and the pressure on the soldiers who are still fighting is increasing.

The Arcane Muskets, who had been holding back the main force of the mixed legions, had to deflect their guns, and every time the battle line was about to collapse, they used several rounds of flame missiles to strafe and recapture the lost improvised fortifications.

Matthew McCallane, the mage who attempted to assassinate the opposing general, approached Marsden Vale when he was spotted by the snake eyes of his loyal lieutenant, a vampire knight.

Two pure energy white bone fangs devoured the young spellcaster who had quietly infiltrated the field command post, and although the robe of the solidified mage's armor was weakened, Matthew McCallane's right hand and lower abdomen were blurred with blood, and he had to flee in embarrassment.

Looking at the figure that was close to the ground, the zigzag trajectory like a cunning viper, even the vampire knight was unpredictable, and he had to stop and continue to guard the highest status of the mixed legion, Marsden Weil.

As the eyes of the commander of the new army, the black-tailed electric falcon let out a terrible wail, and Ian McCallane immediately knew that the assassination attempt of the mage had failed, and the defense line on the other side of the Benniu River was forced to shrink step by step, and if he did not retreat and stop the loss, this army would be destroyed today.

"Mortar squad, dismantle key components, make traps with surplus shells, leave not a single new weapon to the enemy, and the whole army retreats!"

This new army from the Principality of Maryland, the most expensive mortar, no one wants this sharp weapon to fall into the hands of the other side and become their trophy.

As soon as the mortar squad withdrew, the orc laborers of the mixed legion immediately stepped into the trap buried in the floating earth, triggering the elemental explosion bomb to detonate, and in the blink of an eye, the storm of destruction tore them to pieces, the hot blood evaporated instantly, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The final counterattack of the new army of the Principality of Maryland created a 300-meter death zone out of thin air, stopping the advance of the mixed army of orcs and civilians on the spot, and they could only watch the remnants of the enemy retreat.

The Arcane musket team was the first to cross the river and leave, without exerting too much physical strength, and the footsteps were quite orderly, and the archers who followed were a little disorganized, and were pushed and rushed by the routs who heard the sound of retreat.

"It's over!"

Ian McCallane was in a terrible mood when he saw this, and he was the first to ride his horse away from the Bull Running River. The knightly squires and family privates who followed him were silent and did not speak, and there must have been a lot of complaints in their hearts, of course, all against the vile and shameless enemy.

The orc laborers, who have no concept of surrender captives, wield a logging axe to cut down anyone who stands in their way, venting the anger accumulated over a long life of being enslaved by leather whips and shackles.

In order to win their own merits, they bravely rushed to the front line and suffered the heaviest casualties, most of the orcs died under the strafing of the flaming missiles and the chain of elemental bomb traps just now.

In order to recover the blood debt of his compatriots, he took revenge on his opponents with a brutal method, rounding his axe and slashing it hard, usually cutting the new army soldiers who were not protected by armor into two pieces of flesh and blood.

The lieutenant of the famous general Marsden Weil, the vampire knight, watched the orcs slaughter with cold eyes, "Tsk! taste blood, these tame slaves are starting to turn into bloodthirsty beasts." ”

"Of the more than 1,300 orc laborers, less than four hundred are still alive now, and two-thirds have been lost, what are you not satisfied with?"

Having unexpectedly routed the new army of the Principality of Maryland, Marsden Weil's mood was like a sunny day, and a sunny smile hung on his face, and he gently patted his lieutenant on the shoulder, and asked him to take charge of counting the battle damage.

At noon, the two sides met at the Benniu River, and after a long fierce battle, it was almost dusk, and the deserters who entered the Silver Pine Forest, except for the orc laborers who wanted to take revenge, the clever civilians had already stopped and began to clean up the battlefield spontaneously.

A legion of 3,000 men and armed with new weapons, Ian McCallane, who had drawn a good hand, blindly almost lost at the table.

Looking at the routed soldiers with less than 300 people behind him, the young commander's mood was extremely complicated, but the burly man in the distance, and the angry roar, made him suddenly have the idea of turning around and fighting.

It's a pity that the morale of the rout is close to nothing, and it is not easy to follow him and flee without escaping, but fortunately, most of the family's private soldiers and knight squires are there, as long as they return to the territory to recruit a group of peasant soldiers, these backbones who have experienced the war will train hard for a few days, and they can pull up a legion.

It's just that how can a failed record deceive Shangguan, Ian McCallane couldn't help but fall into deep thought, turned his head to look at the pursuing orcs, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, he found an opportunity.

With the abandoned lumberyard in sight, the remnants of the new army of the Principality of Maryland rushed headlong into the makeshift stronghold, and the young commander couldn't help but smile at the sight of the familiar figure.

The mage Matthew McCallane, who is also his youngest brother, was able to escape and return from the failed assassination of the enemy general, and also collected a batch of pack beasts to raise, saving some of the supplies and baggage, so that the remnants of the desperate situation have some hope.

"The pursuers are coming, relying on the barracks to resist on the spot, and the gunmen count the ammunition reserves, and the last ...... Leave it to the enemy!"

The rout, who had recovered a little bit of life, let out a burst of uneven cheers, turned to find the terrain that could be used, and sniped the pursuers on the spot.

Dozens of red-eyed orc laborers crashed headlong into the abandoned lumberyard, and were met with a dense fire of crossbow arrows, and after falling half on the spot, few of them turned to run away, lying on the ground and carefully watching the arrows become sparse, and then stood up and charged again.

Ian McCallane was at the front of the counterattack array, flanked by the military mage, his youngest brother, with secret words, gestures, and the citrine that shattered the bracers, adding force field armor to his brother.

A sword severing the wrists of orc laborers, snatching away bloodstained logging axes, the young commander's ferocity in the lead inspired the courage of knights' squires and family privates, and took advantage of the numerical superiority to crush the pursuers.

Seeing that the other party was back and was in the forward position, the orc laborers who were not carried away by the bloody slaughter knew that they were invincible, and quickly turned around and fled, but they had to face the axes of their compatriots, and there were sword blades behind them to pursue the victory, which eventually led to an unknown death.

Dozens of orc laborers who chased into the Silver Pine Forest never showed up again, and their heads were cut off as a façade for the new army of the Principality of Maryland.

After a short rest, Ian McCallane completely abandoned his plans to raid the capital of the Duchy of Virginie and led the remnants of his army back along the same route.

This battle made the famous Southern Duchy Marsden Weil famous, earning him the exclusive title of "The Stone Wall", and Ian McCallane's results were finally counted, which corroborated the data released by his opponent, squeezing out the excess water, and arriving at an outcome that was not much different from the actual kill.

In the Duchy of Virgini, in the region of Manassas, the mixed legion of orcs and civilians temporarily conscripted killed 2,000 men in battle, and the actual loss was 1,872 people. The Duchy of Maryland, the new army recruited from the territory of the McCarrens, lost 3,000 men in battle, lost 2,431 in opportunity, 73 missing, and not a single prisoner.

Eastwood City, the headquarters of the Scavengers' Guild and the tycoon of the docks, Aldrich Triss puts down a letter from Ian McCallane, a former member of the Knights.

I bought a lot of new weapons from my own channels, but I didn't expect that I didn't go off the battlefield with victory. Fortunately, at the end of the letter, there is a piece of good news, which can be regarded as proof of friendship.

"The cold autumn is coming, and the Duchy of Maryland wants to purchase a batch of woolen military uniforms to protect against the cold...... The amount is a bit large, and the Triss family may not be able to eat it, so they have to find a way. ”

The bell gently rattled the guard at the door and told him to inform the chief butler of the union, and not long before Mr. Gorgo, or Sir Gorgau, as he was called, came to Aldrich Triss's room, and the two discussed the news at the end of the letter, and then the chief butler himself went to the town hall to find Tris's friend in the House of Representatives.

The Spanish-Turkish Customs Union, which was not affected by the war, gradually became a safe rear for the purchases and orders placed by the countries of China and Turkey, starting from the batch of canned fish that Aldrich Tris put into the international market.