Compared to Grebrand, it is difficult to say whether Pioger was lucky or unlucky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The Info32 Division took a cautious approach in the face of enemy attacks, so the current losses are not serious. However, due to the complete loss of contact with the main camp, Piogel almost fell into the abyss of no return if he was lucky.

At this moment, Biogel was leading about 300 horsemen and horses in a westward direction, away from the Alc road. He hoped to be able to disrupt the other side's arrangement with a large horizontal interlude, and then be able to get in touch with the 30th Division, or even converge. And it was precisely because of this move that Ispar, who could have met him, pounced. We can't accuse Biogel of being a mediocre man, he had tried hard to get in touch with Chenna, but the pressure from the enemy was too great.

Compared with the 30th Division, which lost almost 20% of its strength in an ambush, the 32nd Division still maintained a relatively complete combat strength. This is also the capital of Bioger in this situation and still planning a counterattack with friendly forces, and the general gathers his forces along the way while striking at the small groups of enemy forces he encounters. Neither the Iberian knights nor Herz's heavy infantry were able to stop Biogel's onslaught.

In this way, Pioger advanced about five fathoms to the northwest, and the distance in a straight line was only about three and a half fatals. However, he also gradually discovered a bad situation, and the enemy army was converging on them. And if the other side can calmly mobilize forces to encircle and annihilate him, then it means that the 30th Division has been out of the battle. He pursued Grebrand, hoping to join forces with him, and then his attempt to tear apart the enemy's battle line was completely impossible.

Naturally, Biogel immediately decided to break out, and he first sent heralds in all directions to order his men to disperse and break out. But by this time it was too late, and he himself lost the best opportunity to jump out of the trap. And because of his previous strong attack, the commander of the opposing party, the Earl of Lancaster, had already focused all his attention on him.

To the Earl of Lancaster, the Falencian hussars were too slippery, even more slippery than the mountain men he had dealt with in the Chionz Mountains all year round. With the exception of that ambush at the riverbed, there was not a single battle that managed to eliminate more than five opponents. Judging from the information obtained so far, the right flank of the opposing side has lost nearly 30 percent, and the life and death of the commander are unknown. But in such a favorable situation, the hussars on the right flank of the opposing side seemed to disappear in an instant, as if they were fighting the air before. After successfully severing the connection between the opponent's right flank and its main force, the Earl of Lancaster had expected to be able to take the 30th Division first and encircle and annihilate it. However, now not only can no shadow of the 30th Division be found, but even the main force of the other side has jumped out of its own unformed encirclement network.

However, the appearance of Biogel reinvigorated the Count's somewhat depressed mood, and he immediately set about organizing his forces to encircle and suppress this unusually strong force.

On the other hand, Ispar, who had been searching for Piogel to no avail, met Kreitt on the way to the recovery. After the two had briefed each other on the situation, they needed to make a decision.

"Ispar, you are very tired, you are here to command the receiving troops and gather the troops, and I will go to find Mistress Biogel in your place." Kreyitt suggested.

"No, no, the search for Lord Pioger and the command of the 32nd Division was a job entrusted to me by the Legion Commander. Until a new order comes down, you have no right to change it. Ispar waved his hand.

"Alright then, you bring some more people."

"There are more people, but the goal is bigger, besides, there are many colleagues of the 32nd Division scattered everywhere, and I can rely on their strength when the time comes."

"That's right, then please come back alive before this torch in my hand burns out, my comrade-in-arms."

"Goodbye, my comrade-in-arms." Ispar saluted Kreitt and galloped away.

Ispar and his squad weaved through the woods, sporadic battles raging in all directions, the sound of metal clashing and human voices could be heard from time to time. The Pharisees were careful to confirm the battles they were facing, and sometimes they could help their comrades, but more often they had to give up. The hussars who remained in the area could not have escaped unscathed, and they often repelled enemy attacks again and again until they were exhausted.

Ispar organized the remnants of the army to retreat in the direction of Kreyit's receiving force, which he did very well. According to Kreyit's later recollections, he received at least 500 people after the two separated.

When Ishpar discovered Biogel, the general had been fighting bloodily for a long time, and there were less than 30 of the 500 men who had followed him. And they inflict about twice as much damage on the enemy as they do. Bioger led his subordinates to rush left and right, after all, they were the strongest team that had won the second place in the whole army competition, and they were outstanding in both technique and tactics. On several occasions, the Earl of Lancaster thought that his encirclement network was about to be breached by the Farencians, but fortunately he was able to move the reinforcements to the required position in time to stop the hussars.

Now the blood of the Pharyns has been drained, and the strength has been exhausted.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Biogel, holding his horse and wiping his sweat from his bloody cloak, to his remaining men, "it is my honour to serve with you, and I am proud of you. ”

"Teacher, please don't say that."

"Now let's tell these bunny cubs that 30 hussars and 3000 hussars make no difference to them cowards!" Biogel raised his bloodstained saber, and the hussars followed him with their sabers.

"Follow me!" With a snap of his saber, Piogel snapped his horse and rushed out to the northeast.

"Rush!" The rest of the hussars quickly followed him.

Ispar, who was on the high ground on the northeast side, had only 20 cavalry at his hands at the moment, but he did not hesitate too much and gave the order to charge and meet the friendly forces.

The Iberians did not expect the arrival of the Phalensi army at such a time, so the troops defending the northeastern corner were suddenly disorganized, and were tossed into a pot by an enemy who numbered a tenth of them. The two sides were entangled in a scuffle, and the Farencian hussars took up their swords and cut down one pikeman after another. Finally, Ispar reached Biogel's side, and in a short burst of tearing and killing, the young officer suffered seven or eight wounds.

"Why are you here?" Piogel's first question.

"I have been ordered by the Legion Commander to find Your Excellency and guide you back to your position." Ispar replied.

"Idiot, what you should have done was to run as far as you could, and actually jump in and die!" Biogel scolded directly.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I was ordered to take you back!" Ispar replied.

"Then I now order me to get back to my camp at once!" Biogel continued to yell.

"I'm sorry, sir, for the contrary order, I give priority to the one given by the high-ranking people."

"Let's not talk about this for now, you jumped in anyway, try to get out."

"Yes, sir."

The Falensi, numbering only 50 men, were outnumbered, and although the Iberian army was temporarily disorganized, they had an absolute advantage in numbers. Biogel and Ispar fought hard, because almost every hussar was surrounded by enemies, so there was no need to think about attacking at this time. As long as you keep slashing left, right, left, and right, there will be no missed attacks at all. The Iberian pikemen screamed and fell with terrible wounds, flesh and blood flying.

After fierce battles, it was not people who collapsed first, but weapons. By this time, most of the sabers were already scarred, and with a few more strokes of force, they could break or be embedded in the human body. And often when this problem arises, it is when the hussar's life comes to an end. The Iberians would unceremoniously stab several spears into their bodies at once, drag them off their horses, and then stab them dozens more.

After the saber was cut, Biogel drew a hand axe, which was much stronger than the saber and had considerable lethality. He and Aspal covered each other, cleaning up their respective attack corners for the other. The number of Pharisees had been reduced to 12. And at this time, they seemed to tear a gap and break through the enemy's defenses.

"Let's go!" Biogel shouted.

The Pharians quickly broke free from the Iberian entanglement and rushed out like wild horses. They rushed out of the encirclement!

The great surprise made it impossible to think about other situations, and it was now, after the fierce battle just now. In fact, they had moved to an open flat area, and there were no tall trees within a radius of 50 fats, and there was no shelter. As a result, almost instantly, more than half of his companions were killed by flying arrows. A squad of 30 Zignar longbowmen had been waiting there for a long time, and the Pharians, having broken through one encirclement, fell into another, an even tighter and more dangerous encirclement.

"Surrender, Lord Biogel." A woman's voice came.

The Pharisees looked for prestige in trepidation, and a majestic middle-aged noble knight waited in the position of the opposing longbowmen, while behind him was a slender female horseman.

"Don't be delusional, the Pharansey hussars will not give up their honor, die, you bitch!" Ispar said, jerking his horse and charging towards the opposing longbowmen's position. The remaining hussars did not hesitate to follow with a shout.

"Longbowman, prepare for flat fire, aim - shoot!" The middle-aged knight waved his hand and gave the order in Zigna.

The arrows made a "whoosh" sound, piercing the air, carrying the breath of death straight for the hussars.

"Asphal, stop!" Biogel shouted, but it was too late, and the arrow struck the young Falencian officer in the throat, right chest, and left eye of his horse. The horse neighed and raised its hooves in pain, and threw Aspal off his horse. He slammed down on the yellowed grass, splashing up a studded pile of dirt. Ispar looked up slightly, and was about to say something, but blood was already pouring out of his mouth, mixed with spittle. Finally, he let out a whimper, and lay down on his back with wide eyes.

Bioger looked at the two or three war horses alone in front of him, or pacing back and forth with his dead master hunched, or bowing his head to lick the face of the deceased, and he felt an extremely desolate feeling welling up in his heart. He threw away his axe and wept there, the kind without tears. The Iberians gathered around him and pulled him off his horse. At this point, Biogel stopped venting his feelings, and he looked up in that direction. At this time, his vision became narrower and narrower, so narrow that he could only see the appearance of a person, and he could clearly look at the appearance of a person. Then, he spat out the words: "I surrender." ”

On the other side, Kreyyter watched as the light of the torch in his hand became more and more dim, and his heart became heavier and heavier. Over time, the torch gradually depleted its energy and gradually went out.

"Wait, Lord Kreyit." The non-commissioned officers of the 32nd Division pleaded.

Kreyit looked at the faces and then turned his head away, "Can't wait any longer, we can only hope for good luck with them." ”

"Please think again."

"I'm sorry, first of all, I have to obey the orders of the corps commander; Secondly, I cannot live up to the entrustment of the soldiers who fought and sacrificed for you. All obeyed, to the east, we are to cross the highway and join the Legion Commander. ”

"Yes, we understand." The soldiers left silently, assembled the ranks and set off.

On August 20 of the continental calendar, the Thirteenth Phalencian Army, which was reinforcing Gresden, was ambushed by the Iberian Army commanded by Charles, Count of Tagnar Lancaster, north of Gristton. The 30th Division lost contact with the main formation, the division commander, General Pavoia Grripland, was seriously wounded, and 700 officers and men, including a colonel, were killed. The whereabouts of the commander of the 32nd Division, General Barros Biogel, are unknown, and 800 officers and men, including the herald of the formation, Captain Otto Ispar, were killed in the battle. Eventually, the whole legion, under the command of its commander, General China Lanfonte, crossed the Alk road. After quickly breaking through the weak forces arranged by the Iberian Army on the eastern side of the road, it successfully entered Lankados.

On the evening of August 25, Caiunescu.

Sogrand didn't come home, he spent all these days in the office. It's even more impossible to leave today. He needs to organize the 3 dishonored legions as soon as possible, prepare them for battle, and then lead them to the battlefield tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. There is so much that needs to be done right now.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but you can't go in." Outside, the sound of a Praetorian guard sentry could be heard.

Then Sogrand heard a sound of "Ding Ling clanging", presumably pushing and shoving, and someone knocked down something in the corridor. Then, the office door was slammed open. Thorgrande saw a tall figure tangled with a Praetorian Guard.

"I'm sorry, Lord Luce......"

"It's okay, let General Omnast come in." The Praetorian Guard let go of the hand that was tugging at the other man's clothes, "You go down and rest first." ”

"Yes, my lord."

Sogrerd stood up, propped his hands on the table, and greeted the visitor, "Good evening, Lord Mazarel. ”

"Good evening, Prime Minister." Mazarel was embarrassed to bother his head.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Lord Luce, I heard that the front line is in trouble, and I hope to be able to attack with the 1st Dragon Knight Squadron." Mazarel straightened up and said in a standard military posture.

Thorgrande stepped out from behind his desk, smiling and looking the dragoon up and down, then slowly paced back behind his desk. Mazarel was a little overwhelmed by his actions, and the Prime Minister was known to be "a man who appeared to be sanctimonious but in fact had a bad stomach" (Admiral Holin's words). The dragoon general looked at his somewhat mysterious smile, and it was hard to guess what Sogrerd was thinking.

"Your Excellency, I have quit drinking, and I have returned to the army for training and duty as normal for the past two months. My comrades and I are fully prepared and looking forward to going to war. Trust me and delegate the task to us. Mazarel said earnestly.

"General Immernast, according to the military regulations of the Kingdom of Falencia, the regular army of the Kingdom should be under the full command of His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief under the authority of His Majesty the King. Therefore, it is useless for you to come to me, the prime minister. And now Marshal Henry is fighting at the front, you should go and go directly to him. Thorgrande replied.

"Go to the front line to find Lord Henry?"

"Yes, go to the front, go directly to the front line with your subordinates and ask him to join the war."

"I see, thank you, Lord Luce." Mazarel excitedly saluted Saulgrande and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," called Thorgrande, "remember to go and say goodbye to Your Majesty." ”

"Yes, I'll go." Mazarel replied as he quickly stepped back.

About a quarter of an hour later, Queen Margaret came to visit her diligent prime minister under the pretext of delivering supper. When the maid had put down her meal, Margaret asked her to leave.

"Ryusching, is it appropriate for Lord Mazarel to go to Parello?" The Queen asked cautiously.

Sogrend put down his work and replied solemnly, "There are at least three reasons why Wechen asked Lord Mazarel to go to the Eastern Front. First, judging from the current intelligence, the Mastar Dragon Knight has put a lot of pressure on us in this engagement, and it may be difficult for Admiral Wing Mnast and the 2nd Squadron to gain an advantage alone. Second, Lord Mazarel has the heart to reinvigorate himself, and we have all seen his efforts, and I believe that this time the father and son will be able to exert great power, and they will also be able to resolve the contradictions between them, and calm the hearts of the generals for His Majesty. As for the third point...... I hope that Masaler will try not to know who is the one who has brought us great disaster on the Western Front, and it will not do him any good. ”

"Isn't it an accident that Lan Fang Teqing encountered trouble this time?"

"Wechen is just guessing...... We all underestimated her too much. Thorgrande replied with a wry smile.

Margaret's tone made Margaret feel depressed, and she didn't know how to comfort Sogre, so she could only say, "Please rest early." Then he got up and left the room, which was often lit all night.