In the direction of Rhodok, there is no need to think about it, the incoming army from Fort Gruenwald will reach Emilin in more than an hour, and to the northeast, there is no need to think about it, where Michod and Ilia are in full swing, and our small army can only be sent to death if they get through, and the south is full of mountains, and the only way out is to the southeast. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

To the southeast, after walking non-stop for more than two days, we can return to the base of the Fourth Legion, although I don't know what the situation is there, but that is the only chance we have now.

Of course, Frey they know this too.

From the day we came out of Emilin and moved southeast, we were intercepted three times, and though they were all harassed by light cavalry, our cavalry had suffered heavy casualties, and were utterly powerless to disperse completely, and in the constant harassment our march was dragged to the slowest speed, and from noon to evening it was only five or six miles, and I can almost imagine that the main force of the Seventh Army, which had been frustrated and regrouped, should be approaching us at this moment at the speed of a rapid march, and perhaps tonight their main force would surround us again。

At this moment, I have almost nothing to rely on, the situation of the base of the Fourth Army is still unknown, the Rhodok army that can take advantage of me has already fallen into the battle of Parabun at this moment, and as for the army of Svadia, whether it has been fully invested in Parabun or not, it is difficult to say whether they will kill me or Frey after the meeting.

I could only move close to the Uruzdaq Mountains, moving from col to col where the cavalry could not fight, hoping to minimize the harassment of the opposing light cavalry, and to succeed in hiding our small force after nightfall.

Speaking of which, it's the first time I've escaped in such an embarrassment.

"General, the light cavalry of the Seventh Legion is here again!" the scout who was scouting the way ahead came sweating profusely and reported, and I noticed that he still had two crossbow arrows hanging from his cheeks, which were supposed to be stray arrows, so he didn't stab them.

"How many are there?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"About five or six hundred!" said the scout, gasping for breath, his eyes red.

There are only five or six hundred people alive now, including those brought out in Emilin, and there are no more than two hundred people who can still mount their horses and lift their swords.

"General, you go first!" said a rider who had been guarding my left flank, now blind in one eye and with a broken leg, gasped, "We who can't move, stay here, cut off the rear for you! You go quickly, go back to the base, and transfer our main force to save us! Kill all these traitors raised by the bitch!"

He struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, blood spurted from the wound on his broken leg.

I patted him on the shoulder, knowing that the second half of his words were to let me walk with peace of mind, with the current bodies of these wounded soldiers, how could they support me to mobilize the main force back? I don't know what to say, not only because he regarded death as his home and sacrificed his life for righteousness, but more importantly, I didn't tell them about the incident at all, the base, it may not be my decision now.

But I know that I must not say this, and the reason why these brothers are still able to persist in marching in a desperate situation is because they are supported by the pillar of the base, and once this pillar collapses, they will completely collapse.

I said, "Don't think about it, how could I abandon you, tell all the brethren who can still move, that we will charge again, this time, and eat their cavalry once and for all!"

As I spoke, I stood up, and although I didn't feel any pain, I could clearly feel that my right leg was not very obedient, and the skin was stuck to the cooled mecha, and I couldn't tear it off.

I picked up the remaining half of my broad-bladed spear, and led more than a hundred cavalry brothers to meet the direction of the light cavalry of the Seventh Legion. We didn't go far before we heard the sound of the scout in front of me and the other party circling, this voice was very short, and every few minutes there was a familiar scream, which was the sound of our scout being killed by the other party.

As soon as I heard this voice, my blood welled up in my head.

Sergio came with me, and at this moment he was riding on a black hunting horse, and the Kugit blood naturally made his horse kung fu superior. On this day's march, he also had some familiarity with these scouts who looked at death as home, and this time when he heard the screams ahead, he suddenly knocked his horse's belly and shot it like an arrow.

I also ran up, turned back to the brothers, and said, "What are you waiting for?!

The mournful, even pathetic, echoes of the echo rang out, and their horses quickened up like the wind, overtaking me one by one, and disappearing behind the hill in front of them.

By the time I reached the top of the hill, they had already made contact with each other's light horses, and Sergio was at the front, and as soon as I reached the top of the hill, I saw two scimitars in his hands pass by the sides of the two light horsemen like butterflies, and then the two light horses seemed to have been whipped by someone, and their bodies twitched, and they fell under the horses with blood spraying blood. In just two or three swings of the sword, he had already crashed into the cavalry formation of the opponent's light horse.

I watched where he went, and knew he was going to find the other man's commander and kill him. I subconsciously followed his direction, and it was not very difficult, and I found the only black cloak from the pile of gray cloaks.

And under the cloak, that familiar face.

My old enemy, who used to be in the mountain people base, always went toe-to-toe with me, and finally snatched my position as the captain of the squad through Mebius, and indirectly blasted me out of the base.

Cuarón!

I felt the hairs stand on end, and I grabbed half of the broad-bladed spear with a slight hook of my left thumb.

Kress said that less than a hundred times the output that cannot be opened at the most critical moment, open!

The cold blade of the spear glowed with cold light pointed far away at the black cloak that was riding high on the horse. With a sharp and bitter tearing whistling, the blade of the spear crossed the distance of three or four hundred meters between us in the blink of an eye, and in a flash of light, it sank into the chest of a dark hunter more than ten meters away from Cuaron's side, and then pierced out from behind with a puff of blood mist, penetrating the body of another knight behind the unlucky knight without hindrance, and finally with the minced flesh of two people, it sank into the chest of the third knight, and the blade of the spear, which could no longer keep flying, spun and cut off half of the third knight's body, and plunged into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust on the hill there。

Well, I forgot that my throwing level has always been submissive.

I roared angrily, and pounced with my bare hands on the already crowded battle formation, Fang Cai's titan-like throw did not attract anyone's attention, in such a chaotic battlefield, it is normal for someone to die suddenly.

Sergio had already rushed into the center of the cavalry battle formation of the Seventh Legion, but the follow-up soldiers could not follow up and were blocked on the periphery of the battle formation.

If it collapsed here, the whole team would collapse, and the wounded in the rear would definitely not be the match for these victorious cavalry. I shuddered at the thought that Cuarón's nasty face would appear before me, swaggering as a victor.

I ran all the way over, stretched out my hand to pull out a small tree from the hillside, and with the whining of the wind, I swung it into the group of light cavalry of the Seventh Legion that was swarming in front of me.

A tree that fell from the sky knocked the leading horsemen off their horses at once, and I followed over the two warriors who could no longer resist and knocked their opponents in the head.

I cried out loudly: "Are you going to stand back? are you going to leave your back to these traitors? you are going to let the comrades behind you who are desperate to let us go first, and use their mortally wounded bodies to cut off our backs?

With each shout, I knocked over a black cavalryman with one punch, and by the time I was done, I had single-handedly stopped the cavalry of the Seventh Legion that had come down like an avalanche. They crowded in front of me, the cavalry at the front was frightened by my flesh-and-blood mech, trying to bypass from the sides, while the cavalry in the rear pressed down for some reason.

"It's a pity......" I sighed secretly in my heart, such a good opportunity, if I were given a thousand crossbowmen at this moment, no, not a thousand, as long as five hundred crossbowmen like the snipers of the Rhodok fortress, these hundreds of light cavalry would not want to escape.

But now I have only a hundred scarred light cavalry with me.

I grabbed a panicked black cavalryman and threw it at his companions behind him, and in a tooth-wrenching sound of flesh and blood, several of his companions were thrown off their horses, and soon let out a scream of being trampled by the horses' hooves.

I looked at Sergio, who had already gone far without danger, and in the crowd of cavalry, he was like a tenacious salmon swimming against the current, and his two scimitars, which had danced into two gray clouds, were now his deadly fins, cutting down all enemies who dared to approach him within two meters.

He was only a little more than ten meters away from Caron, and I could already see Caron's anxious expression under the black cloak.

At that moment, I suddenly heard something.

It seems that it is a very noisy and chaotic sound. My heart was beating wildly for no apparent reason. I roared angrily, overturning the five or six black hunting horses in front of me, blocking the rhythm of the other knight's charge, and at this time, a cry of despair came from behind, which made me almost desperate.

It was a voice I was already familiar with, the knight who had been the first to answer me, and his voice was frightened and desperate, and he cried out, "General, the Seventh Legion, they are over there, coming up!"

The Seventh Legion was finally caught up by them!

I looked up at the sky, and at this moment, it was getting late, the sun had just set the horizon, the rosy glow of the dusk had gradually cooled, and the earth was slowly becoming dark in this gradually dimming glow, and only the torches lit in the distance slightly illuminated the already slowly dark world.

Still, it couldn't stop the darkness from coming.

Are you really going to die here?

I stood there in a daze, not noticing that the warriors who had been pushing me backwards up the hill with all their might had now lost their souls one by one, and had been pushed back by the relieved Seventh Legion, who kept falling from their horses and staining them with blood.

Even, several broad-bladed spears had been stabbed at my mech, but they had reluctantly slid away, and they began to bypass me to clean up my comrades, and when the battle was over, I could no longer pose much of a threat alone.

Even Sergio's upward thrust slowed down, and he began to stop punching, swinging his twin knives, defending himself and retreating.

I saw that the torches lit by the Seventh Legion were like fireflies all over the mountains, and at least more than 3,000 torches had circled around my flank and rear, where all the wounded and all those who had lost or were incapacitated, and the unconscious old G and the ignorant little Wami were also there.

In the face of absolute disadvantage, all stratagems are just jokes!

I suddenly felt a desperate desire to vent, wanting to tear everything in front of me, but I didn't bother to move, and I saw that it was nothing more than this in my life.

I beckoned to Sergio: "Come here, come to me!"

The black-haired boy gasped and killed all the way back, and not many people cared about him anymore, and they all bypassed him. Sergio's hand holding the knife was already shaking.

I said, "We lost ......"

Sergio looked at me and didn't speak.

I said, "I'm sorry, I said I wanted to help you find a companion......

Sergio suddenly withdrew his twin knives and picked up from the ground the broad-bladed spear left behind by a dead black knight, and he stood up in the stirrups, but did not look at me.

"There's an old saying in us in Kugit that we say......"

"Don't say defeat until you've run out of javelins or arrows!" said Segir'o, smiling as he swept his broad-bladed spear in his hand, "a little heavy...... Still, give it a try. ”

After speaking, he suddenly took a deep breath, his tense body pulled apart like a bowstring, and the broad-bladed spear in his hand was stretched behind his head like a javelin.

Then, with a sharp exhalation, he let out a "hey", and the broad-bladed spear was like a shooting star, pulling out a beautiful lemon-colored arc in the last bit of twilight.

In the chaos of the battlefield, I seemed to hear the poignant sound of the blade of the spear entering the flesh, the broad-bladed spear crossed a distance of more than thirty meters, as if a god, from top to bottom, lightning pierced through Cuaron's chest, the sharp blade penetrated his body, and then pierced into the back of the hunting horse beneath him, the latter let out a mournful neigh, struggled to run and jump a few steps, and fell to the ground with a wail.

Sergio then looked at me, clapped his hands, and said, "This is the first time I've played javelin...... Do you believe it?"

As if I had been regained by Sergio's shot, I moved again, grabbing the black knight who had passed me by and trying to sneak past to slaughter my companions, and with a clench of my palm, screwed off the unfortunate fellow's head.

"Caron is dead!" I roared, "You'll be the next to die!"

With this roar distorted by thirst, under the horizon in the distance, suddenly a dense number of torches danced faintly, appearing brighter and more dazzling in the already dark night.

No matter who comes, no matter whether there is a future or not, at this moment, continue to struggle, don't stop for a moment!