As usual, just after six o'clock, Viting stepped out of his tent and looked out at the enemy positions that he could not see.

"The divisions of the Ministry of the Interior have already set off. The chief of staff walked to Wei Ting's side, and the movement in the early hours of this morning was too obvious to those of them who were around him, "Only the Fourth Division remains, and this unit has always retained its combat effectiveness and has hardly been on the front line." ”

"In other words, did you deliberately stay to spy on us, just in case?" Wei Ting snorted, of course he could guess Osmond's intentions, "Until now, this guy still doesn't like me." ”

The chief of staff hesitated for a moment, and whispered in Weiting's ear: "Division commander, this time, will we make a wrong choice......? We're still outcasts. ”

The corners of Wei Ting's mouth couldn't help but rise a little bitterness, but this bitterness immediately turned into a strange smile. "We only have one choice, and if we don't, we won't even have the opportunity to choose. ”

The Chief of Staff sighed, and now it seemed that they had been doomed to fall back to their current fate since they had rebelled with Michel VII.

He shook his head, trying his best to get these decadent thoughts out of his mind, although they were in a predicament at the moment, they were not dead yet, and there might not be no way out. The chief of staff comforted himself and then raised his eyes, and wanted to say a few words of comfort to Wei Ting, but before he could open his mouth, he saw a looming black shadow in the thick fog in the distance.

"What's that!" he immediately raised his arm and pointed in the direction where he saw the shadow, "Is it an enemy attack?"

Wei Ting was also startled by his shout, and subconsciously looked in that direction. In the fog that was thicker than a few days ago, his vision was very poor, even if he saw a shadow, he couldn't be sure what it was, but fortunately, Wei Ting had practiced marksmanship since he was a child, and his eyes were not bad, and after careful identification, he finally determined that it was indeed the shadow of a person, or rather, the figure of a group of people in the fog.

"It's an enemy attack, that's an enemy attack!" Wei Ting immediately shouted, he hurriedly ran to the soldier's tent, preparing to organize a defense, "Get up, give me up, the enemy is attacking, the enemy is coming!"

Because Osmond had been pressing Baron O'Brien's troops before, the fortifications on the Southern Army's side were not very good, and after such a big flood, the position had become muddy, and Osmond's tricks against the coalition forces in the western provinces ended up working on his troops.

The soldiers of the Southern Legion hastily assembled and, under the command of Wei Ting, barely set up a defensive line. However, now that a large number of troops from the Ministry of the Interior have been transferred abroad, the number of people in this position has become a disadvantage.

As the dark shadows in the fog got closer and closer, Wei Ting was gradually able to see the fierce faces of those soldiers through the fog. At the forefront, there was a cavalry charge at high speed, although the ground was rather muddy and not suitable for a cavalry charge, but the power of this round of assault was almost devastating when the Southern Army hastily assembled and was not ready for battle.

It's like boiling water, poured out of a jug and poured on top of butter, which immediately melts and softens. The Southern Corps could barely make a decent counterattack and defense, and was scattered by the cavalry, ravaged by the muddy water trampled by the horses' hooves.

"Steady, steady! Hold the front, don't retreat!" the chief of staff shouted loudly in the array of soldiers, and at this time, if the officers did not stand with the soldiers, the morale of the soldiers would absolutely not be supported.

However, because the officer's uniform on his body was too conspicuous, he was targeted by the opposing cavalry.

Swain also launched a charge with Baron O'Brien's cavalry, which was a decisive attack that decided the outcome of the war, so even Baron O'Brien himself joined the cavalry, but it seemed that even Lady Luck favored them, and the enemy's main force left the position early in the morning, and it was covered by fog, and their army was not yet found, and went straight to the empty position.

Seeing the officer struggling to maintain his formation in the array of soldiers, Sven rushed in front of him with a wave of his horsewhip, and then slashed the officer to death. After killing an enemy, Sven didn't feel anything, his target was not these little minions, but Duke Dungal.

Without even looking at his own successes, Swain rode his horse towards the command post on the hillside. What he didn't know was that the officer he killed just now was the chief of staff of the Southern Army, and this scene happened to be watched by Wei Ting.

Seeing that the chief of staff, who had been with him for many years, was killed so easily, Wei Ting couldn't help but feel a feeling of sadness in his heart. However, he soon swept this feeling out of his heart, and Wei Ting knew that now that the Southern Army, or the army of the Ministry of the Interior here, was finished, this was a battle that was bound to be lost, and if he stayed here, it would definitely be a dead end.

With a different idea, Wei Ting did not linger on his troops for a second longer, grabbed the war horse on the side and turned over, without even stopping for a moment, and ran directly to the east, and not long after encountering the attack, he chose to flee.

Swain didn't know Vitting, and he hadn't seen Viting's appearance, so he didn't feel anything when he killed the chief of staff, but Baron O'Brien was different, he and Vittin had met, and when Marshal Rudolph arrived in Lantztown, he was still the old marshal he greeted with Vittin, so when Baron O'Brien saw an officer fleeing the battlefield on horseback, he immediately recognized it as Viting.

"What a godsend!" Baron O'Brien did not intend to fight with Swain for the merit of killing the enemy's commander-in-chief, that kind of credit actually did not mean much to him, as long as this battle was won, as long as he won the battle, he as the commander-in-chief, the credit must be the greatest, and he did not want to or dare to face his ancestor, Duke Dungar O'Brien, the first general of Siliur.

However, if it was Wei Ting, he would have a lot of interest, this guy who had repeatedly defected several times, if he ran away, then his face would not look good.

Because the battle situation is almost one-sided, Baron O'Brien knows that even if he doesn't have to command himself, he can achieve victory, not to mention that this time the armies of Munster, Connaught and Yanwan are attacking from three directions separately, and Baron O'Brien can only directly command his Munster army, so he doesn't worry much about the problem of command, and the brave and warlike Munster people, even if the commander is not there, can fight a good battle.

Wei Ting was born in cavalry, so his riding skills were very exquisite, and even on such rotten land, he controlled the war horse as much as possible to escape from the battlefield as fast as possible. Of course, this fog made them unknowingly attacked, but thanks to this fog, as long as Wei Ting ran a certain distance, the people behind him could not even see him, and they would soon lose their target.

It's just that Weiting didn't expect that Baron O'Brien would come after him personally.

The O'Brien family and the Weiting family are also military families, and, compared to the Weiting family, which only began to rise in this era, the O'Brien family was already a duke during the time of Edney Wayne I, and with the prestige of the Duke of Dungal, people entered the army every generation and became a military pillar of the empire. And in order to ensure such a status, the children of the O'Brien family have also trained their military skills since childhood, even in this era, there is no need for swords and knights' spears in war, they still work hard to temper themselves, so that they can play to the extreme on the battlefield.

With such a childhood, Baron O'Brien can't help but be outstanding in equestrianism and marksmanship, although he is very good at both things, but Baron O'Brien will be even better than him.

Even in the thick fog, even on the bumpy back of the horse, Baron O'Brien picked up his gun without the slightest tremor in his wrist, and he knew very well that the bullet he fired would definitely hit the target.

"Bang"

A gunshot rang out, and Wei Ting was forced to fall off his horse, not because his riding skills were not good, but Baron O'Brien's shot hit the horse, and the war horse under the pain suddenly stood up and threw Wei Ting off the horse.

Wei Ting fell to the muddy ground, and the dirty mud splashed all over him, and the original shiny military uniform had now turned into an ugly and dirty tattered.

"O'Brien......" Wei Ting struggled to turn over in the muddy water, looking at Baron O'Brien who was gradually approaching behind him, fortunately, the ground was muddy, and he didn't feel much pain when he fell just now, "I didn't expect that in the end, I would die in your hands." Oh, it's okay, it's okay, at least death in your hands is a kind of reputation, and I'm not ashamed, and when others mention your deeds in the future, maybe they will count me. ”

"Do you know what honor is, Hecarim No. Vitin?" Baron O'Brien gently clamped his horse's belly and drove to Viting, the muzzle of his pistol aimed at Vitin's forehead, "I thought you would try to find an excuse to betray your master in exchange for a chance to survive." ”

"Ha-" So far, Wei Ting did not mean to bow down to Baron O'Brien, he knew very well that this time he would not live, "now, even if I wept bitterly and begged you to be merciful and let me go, would you do this? No one would give a man like me a way to live, would he? Without troops, I am useless, not even a chess piece, and have such a bad reputation, kill me, you can take the reputation of a hero, right?"

Vittin gritted his teeth, perhaps knowing that death was near, and now he didn't hide his meaning at all, and yelled at Baron O'Brien all the things he wanted to say. "Yes, I don't want a reputation, in order to live, in order to get better, I do everything, what is betrayal, what is defection, there are more such people, what if there is one more me! Is it wrong for me to choose this way? Don't forget, I only have this one option at all, if I don't betray, I deserve to die, will you say a few good things about me? What are you kidding, if it weren't for my betrayal in Lantztown, who would win and lose in the end, probably it's hard to say!"

"Do you feel wronged?" Baron O'Brien sneered, looking at Viting with even more disdain, "If you hadn't been with Michel VII when he rebelled from the beginning, and had chosen to stand on the side of the Empire, then nothing would have happened, and the choices you had with only one option would not have appeared at all, in other words, you would have fallen to the point where you are today, and you are to blame." ”

"Hmph, whatever you want. Wei Ting had already heard the tsunami-like cheers from the battlefield, it seemed that the Southern Army had been completely defeated, and the Munster army had been victorious, "Until now, I don't care, at least, in this life, I have lived, and this is enough." You do it. ”

Baron O'Brien looked at Vitin coldly and pulled the trigger with a blank expression.

Wei Ting collapsed in response, blood and muddy water mixed together, and it was soon impossible to distinguish what the dark color was.

Baron O'Brien turned his horse's head and prepared to return to his army.

However, the moment he turned around, he heard the sound of something behind him telling him, as if the whip had been swung in the air.

Baron O'Brien hurriedly turned around, and Viting, who was still lying on the ground just now, disappeared from him in an instant.