"Give orders, clean up the battlefield, collect the corpses of dead soldiers, strengthen fortifications, increase the number of outposts, and be alert to another enemy attack. After the night, looking at the chaotic barracks, the temporary commander of the Northern Coalition Army ordered his adjutant with a tired face.

Although the enemy's actions last night were discovered by the surviving outposts at the last moment, the haste in preparation time still made them scramble to defend against the incoming enemy, and they were unable to organize a very effective defense.

But fortunately, the enemy's attack came suddenly and went very quickly, and the attack took less than an hour in total, and after they were ready to defend themselves and stabilized their position, Lancelot led the army to retreat with such a swagger.

At that time, the temporary commander almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and the feeling was too uncomfortable.

It's just that what makes him even more uncomfortable is that a small half of the food they have hoarded has been burned, although it is not a big problem, after all, it will not be long before the Marquis of Bode will arrive at the front with a large number of war materials, but it will still be a demoralization for them.

And after dawn this morning, from the commanders of the battalions to the ordinary soldiers, everyone's faces were filled with indissoluble depression, because they were all elite soldiers from all over the country, but their barracks were regarded as their home last night, and they came and went as they wanted, taking away the lives of thousands of their colleagues without pressure.

The enemy was left with less than 300 corpses.

What an irony, coupled with the fact that some time ago the best commander died on the battlefield, they suddenly lost confidence in this war.

Even knowing that their next marshal would be Bode Creon, the Fox of the North, would not be able to restore the confidence they had slowly lost due to repeated setbacks in this war.

"Your Excellency, please give the order to retreat. But at this moment, several injured nobles came over with fear, and said in a trembling voice.

After hearing this, the temporary marshal turned to look at these people with an expressionless face and said, "Marshal Sandra and His Majesty have successfully crossed the Morning River under tremendous pressure and sacrificed tens of thousands of brave soldiers, and now you tell me to withdraw again?"

He knew very well that after the death of Marshal Sandra, these high-ranking military officials gradually had the intention of retreating, so this kind of emotion spread rapidly in the army, but even if he died, he could not agree to this kind of thing.

"But you have also seen that even the corpse of Lord Sandra has fallen into the hands of the enemy, and to put it mildly, you can't command all the soldiers at all, and we are now in a situation of passive beating, like last night's attack, if there were a few more attacks, I am afraid that there will be deserters in our army, and I am afraid that mutiny may occur. A nobleman couldn't help but persuade, and said something serious.

It's just that what he said is indeed true, and now the temporary marshal is simply launched to stabilize the morale of the army in order to avoid the situation of a group of dragons without a leader, and the morale of the current military camp is very unstable, in case of any accident, there can be someone who can stand up and take the blame, he is more like a scapegoat for many forces.

"Unless I'm dead, no one can take a step back towards Chenhe!" the marshal's eyes widened, and he roared angrily as he looked at several people.

"Your Excellency should focus on the overall situation!" At this time, another nobleman said solemnly: "You have already seen what happened last night, the enemy's naval army is still sailing on the Chenhe River, once they block the river, we will not even have a way to retreat!"

In other words, as long as Lancelot dared to be ruthless and had the confidence to block their desperate counterattack, he could transport troops from other landing sites to the other side of the Morning River with a naval fleet, completely cutting off their rear route.

After hearing this, the marshal was silent, and had to say that if such a thing happened to the shock, they would have to think about fighting to the death.

Let's not talk about whether we can defeat the enemy who occupies the right time and place, even if we can defeat them, how many people can still survive the 150,000 troops under my command.

Will it be able to resist the invasion of the Lion Kingdom or even the Dolan Kingdom when the time comes?

He never thought that this Dolan Kingdom would really not attack the internally empty Lopez Kingdom because of an alliance agreement, and if there was an opportunity to completely annex the Dolan Kingdom, the King of Dolan would definitely not let go of this opportunity, what is the infamy and his own honor?

"Think about it, honorable marshal. The nobleman then turned and left.

"Yes, yes, my lord, you better think about it, Marquis Bode and His Majesty will definitely understand you. The rest of the nobles also hurriedly spoke, and then bowed and retired, following the first to leave.

Only this smell is left alone, probably the most aggrieved marshal in the history of the Lopez Kingdom.

Eventually, five days later, on the night, Lancelot himself led his army into another attack on their barracks, this time with almost all of the crows left in the north.

The outposts hidden in the shadows were completely removed in a matter of minutes, and after a few volleys of bows and arrows, five thousand cavalry swarmed in, almost instantly breaking the line of defense that the marshal had placed outside the barracks for the past few days.

In an instant, a fire broke out in the entire barracks, and what the nobles feared the most still happened, there were traitors inside the barracks, although there were not many of them, only more than a thousand people at most, but they still brought great chaos to Phil's army by setting fire everywhere!

The attack did not last just over an hour like the last time, and this time the raid led by Lancelot lasted until noon the next day, when he retreated in an orderly manner with his army.

They were left in a mess, and after the battle, they lost about 4,000 men in this raid, while the army led by Lancelot left less than a thousand corpses.

This time, the marshal finally could not withstand the pressure exerted by the joint efforts of many nobles and ordered a retreat to the south bank of the Chenhe River.

But on the third day after he ordered the withdrawal to the south bank of the Chenhe River, he received a letter from the Marquis de Bode, ordering him to hold his position on the north bank of the Chenhe River, regardless of the threats and difficulties he encountered.

When he read the letter, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sighed, spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out, and then when he woke up, his eyes glazed over, and finally killed himself one night.

This frightened the nobles miserably, and they gathered together to discuss how to face the Marquis of Bode next, and finally decided to put all the blame on the unlucky "Marshal".