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With a sword in his right hand and his body straight, Alan kept kicking the spikes in his stirrups like a horse's belly, trying to be the first to reach the battlefield.

It seemed to him that this was not a dilemma, but a feast of blood. As he walked with the wind, he felt like a vicious wolf, and the cowards in front of him, who had become one with the forest, were nothing more than a pack of docile lambs, who were now about to stretch their necks and wait for the bloodthirsty fangs in his hands.

"Tielin Army! Meet the enemy-"

A loud sound rang out in the forest, and the neat steps disappeared at the same time as the blunt force striking the shield.

At the same time, there was a cacophony of shouts from the crowd at the edge of the forest, who seemed to be cheering on their own army, and countless voices intertwined and merged into a raging ocean that shook the earth, which made Allen's blood swell even more.

As the enemy's roar got closer, Alan crossed a chasm, and in the forest he faced, the broken bushes and branches crackled, and then the Iron Foresters from the depths of the forest rushed towards him.

Eren swung his sword at the first enemy he encountered, but it landed on a hard shield, and then he slashed at the second man, who was armed with a blunt hammer, dressed in iron armor, with blood-red eyes and bared teeth.

The blunt hammer hit the abdomen of the war horse under Allen's crotch, but at the cost of losing an arm, Allen accurately chose the junction between the bone armor and the arm armor, the heavy hammer flew to the side, Allen slammed the reins, and the fierce horse jumped high, only to see him turn around and slash, cutting off the man's head from behind.

Thousands of Confederate troops fought with the enemy, and the cheers of the citizens behind seemed to be a boost for the soldiers, and after the first wave of charges, the battle was almost one-sided in favor of the Confederate army, which made Allen feel a little incredible.

After cutting off the seventh head, he tried to extend the battle even more, and then rushed to the front, swinging his sword straight into the depths of the forest.

The night wind blew the leaves of the trees, the ground shook as the Allied charges shook the ground, and thousands of soldiers fanned into the dense forest, like a pack of hungry wolves.

They tread on the black nests of the gophers, trampling through countless bushes, until the commander raised his sword, and they did not stop.

When the slashing and cheering completely stopped, the silence around was terrifying.

Alan looked around and saw that there seemed to be no reference in front of him, except for the tightly packed pines and poplars. His heart began to beat and he regretted the advance, and the joy of a brief victory came to an abrupt end at this moment, and a voice came from afar.

"Tielin Army! Meet the enemy-"

In an instant, there seemed to be countless winds around him, followed by the neighing of horses and the screams of Union soldiers, and the lush branches and leaves covered the moonlight, Alan only felt that the war horse under his crotch seemed to be bent on his hind hooves, and he turned his head to find that those wails seemed to come from several deep pits.

"Get out!!"

He raised his black steel sword, then jerked the reins, and as the horse's head turned to the edge of the forest, something seemed to fly close to his cloak, and there were screams from the Alliance army again.

"Watch out overhead!!" a Confederate soldier cried, "their archers are in the trees!!"

Thousands of arrows flew towards the Confederates, giving them a commanding advantage, and the archers of the Iron Forest Army shot through the enemy's heavy armor with little effort.

They kept drawing arrows and drawing their bows, blindly shooting arrows out, and the coalition army that had just fallen into the trap of the pit instantly became a live target for a group of human flesh.

On the other hand, the Union soldiers, who kept climbing upwards and tried to climb out of this dark abyss, some of them stepped on the corpses of their comrades, some died in the climb, and most of them never came out again.

Alan listened to the wails coming from all directions, and Sersi's voice seemed to be mixed in, and he told himself not to underestimate the enemy, and this rash attack seemed to have verified this sentence.

After giving the last evacuation order, he rode his horse to the edge of the forest.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Sersi cut off the head of the last mercenary knight, and when he watched from his horse, he found that Maga was long gone.

At this time, most of the Alliance forces had already begun to clean up the battlefield, stripping the mercenary knights of their armor, picking up those delicate swords, and occasionally mending their swords to the wailing foes.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Winnie came behind Sersi at some point. She was riding an old white horse, looking tired.

"How's that?" exclaimed Sercy, pointing to the swords hanging from the saddle, "how's that going over there?"

"The first battle was successful, and the first charge drove the enemy back into the jungle, and Alan took advantage of the victory to pursue and rush in with his soldiers. Winnie looked back, "I guess they're on their way to triumph by now!"

"What?!" Sersi frowned, "Damn! that megalomaniac must have suffered a big loss!" he turned to the idle soldier and ordered, "The Confederates obey the order! immediately—"

"No!" Wynnie interrupted suddenly, "you see, they seem to have returned!"

"Damn it!" Selsi shook the reins and rushed to the edge of the forest.

"Retreat—" Alan cried out hoarsely. He was now covered in blood, his face was gloomy, and his appearance was so embarrassed that even his hand shaking the reins was trembling, and behind him, wounded Union troops were constantly escaping in the dense forest.

The two who had not met seemed to have a very tacit understanding, and Selsey led the soldiers to take over the edge of the forest, and Allen retreated to the crowd to organize the evacuation.

The shipwrecked citizens once again swarmed into a long winding dragon as they made their way north along the edge of the forest.

As the sun first showed in the sky, they came to the foot of an unknown mountain, where they waited for Sersi and the remaining Confederate forces.

"I thought you would be like your brother, a good commander of an army!" said Winnie, sitting on a large rock, in a mocking tone.

Alan's mouth stopped chewing on the apple, and his face became even more gloomy as he looked at the campfire in front of him.

"Hey, don't say that about my brother!" Mio's eyes widened, "He's just been ambushed, what's more, the enemy must have been ambushed there a long time ago, they just know the forest better than him!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what right do you have as an alien?" Winnie pouted.

"That's enough! it's really my fault!" Alan admitted, uncharacteristically. He hung his head and looked depressed, "I'm sorry for the soldiers who died, and even more sorry for their relatives....."

"Well, since you've said so. Winnie shrugged, "I thought you would never apologize to anyone!" she smiled, "If I had known, I would have asked you to apologize to Alice, even if Selsey—"

A Confederate soldier ran over and interrupted Winnie.

"What's wrong?" Alan looked up.

The soldier gasped, his eyes full of horror. "Ai ..... Lord Allen. He replied tremblingly, "There is an army that has enveloped us..... surrounded!"