The landed noble general poked his head out again to glance at the battle, apparently in vain, the visibility at night allowed him to see the surroundings at most ten meters. He did it just as a comfort to himself.

Now, as long as the follow-up troops keep up, then there is no problem in capturing this place before dawn. And this will tear a fatal gap in the Cangjiang defense line. It can be said that the First World War was decided. And he who is in charge of this main attack must be rewarded. But that's a matter for later, and his only hope now is to find a shelter from the rain to take a good look at the situation on the battlefield. He was just like himself and the enemy generals wanted to be blindfolded. The battlefield is completely out of control, and at this time it depends on who has more troops.

He was still confident in this, and the only thing that worried him was the magicians who drove the wooden boat. In the dark, they can only rely on their senses to drive the wooden boat. This leads to a result that wooden boats traveling at high speed can easily crash together. In an instant, more than thirty soldiers could be killed. In fact, it was possible to lose one-twentieth of his troops before the battle began, he speculated himself.

At this time, the battlefield has long been turned into a Shura field, and people show the most primitive desires, killing and survival. Some slipped and fell to the ground and fell all over the mud, but if they didn't want to be trampled to death, they immediately got up. Keep rushing forward. In this regard, the soldiers of the First Army clearly had a great advantage. They are condescending and can use potential energy to save energy. The only bad thing is that once you fall, you will roll down the hill uncontrollably, and you basically don't expect to survive.

Tuk ~ Tuk ~

Beisen looked at the map anxiously, he didn't care about the sand table of the Cangjiang defense line at this time. Start thinking about where to go after retreating to minimize the damage.

"Except for the 56th Regiment, the 87th, and 57th Brigades, how are the other units prepared?"

The adjutant looked down at the form, his bloodshot eyes making him a little dazzled. But the overall situation was quickly sorted out.

"Commander, you're almost ready. However, many people still recommend waiting until dawn to retreat, because the night march is dangerous and brings unnecessary losses. And it's easy to lose your way and get into the enemy's lines. ”

Besson quickly vetoed, a cold look flashing in his eyes.

"No, I'm afraid the 47th Brigade won't last long. It was even more difficult to retreat by waiting until dawn. Then let the 47th Brigade withdraw from Yongdao. I'm waiting for them at the exit. ”

Beson gave the order quickly, and it was clear that he had been planning a retreat for a long time.

"Yes!"

The people in the command room were busy quickly, burning what should be burned, smashing what should be smashed, and leaving no fixed-point information for the enemy.

Beson put on his robe, looked at the overturned sand table, sighed, then turned his head and strode away. If you decide to retreat, you will never drag your feet, which is Bessen's style.

Soon, the general in charge of the landing felt a burst of explosions in the distance, and could even feel the ground trembling beneath him. And the sound of tearing overhead is getting smaller and farther away.

I secretly said that it was not good in my heart.

"The enemy retreats, give me pursuit."

The landing general stood up and shouted, the soldiers on the front line could indeed feel the pressure getting less and less, and with the call of the commander, they were even more convinced that the enemy had been repulsed by themselves. The fighting spirit suddenly rose, and he plunged into the corridor, frantically chasing the enemy army, and hurriedly grabbed the credit in the last moment of the war.

If it was daytime, the general would definitely not let his subordinates pursue, because the retreat of the First Army was not panicked at all and orderly. It's like it's been prepared for a long time. In general, the enemy will not leave easily, and will leave a small surprise.

Bang on the ground~

As if struck by a thunderbolt from the sky, a huge fireball emerged in the dark night, illuminating a radius of 100 meters like a flashbang, and a huge amount of earth was overturned in the air, and then fell heavily.

The general was also staggered by the aftermath, fell to the ground, and was immediately covered by the dirt.

Bah! Bah!

Although the brain has not yet recovered, it still subconsciously spits out the turbidity in his mouth.

Sitting up the upper body, stunned in the rain for a while, the general came to his senses.

It's been calculated!

Immediately frustrated, he shouldn't have been so reckless just now, and rushed to pursue, causing unnecessary damage.

But it's nothing compared to the credit. Captured the Cangjiang defense line! He could imagine that the position of the flag book he had carried for 10 years could finally be loosened.

"Inform the brethren that we have won, we have defeated the First Army, and there is no need to pursue!"

The general said heartily.

Soon the news of the victory spread, and everyone let go of their tense nerves.

Cheers of joy echoed throughout the hillside.

"We defeated the First Army, we won!"

The cries of victory of the soldiers flowed across the Cangjiang River and reached the ears of several Stanley generals.

They all smiled and congratulated each other. The long battle of Cangjiang came to an end on this rainy night.

In the same way, Beson heard the voice of victory, and it was a pity that it was not from the First Army. Lost turned his head and slowly left. For the first time, the First Army withdrew from the battlefield as a loser and greeted the first rays of the morning sun.

Of course, Stanley also had plans to beat the water dogs, and quickly sent the Falcon Legion to chase him out, but when he encountered the Dragon's Breath Corps, he still retreated in disgrace, which couldn't help but make Stanley sigh. Can't be the icing on the cake.

Boris also soon received the news of the victory, which undoubtedly gave a powerful stimulant to the demoralized aristocratic side. Immediately overjoyed.

Coren also walked in happily with a letterhead, and the two old foxes glanced at each other, and instantly understood each other's intentions.

"Well, I'll just say that he Evans will be able to do it, and the battle will be decided."

When Boris heard Coren say this, the joy of victory was diluted a lot. Evans is Cologne's man, and Cologne's words may have been unintentional, but Boris heard differently. Even after a thousand miles of separation, Boris also understood the situation on the Cangjiang defense line, and this victory was entirely the credit of the Magister. The legion is nothing more than a pile of human lives. And Cologne's words seem to want to attribute all the credit to himself, which is not a good omen.

"That's also true, it's not easy for Evans to break through the Cangjiang defense line."

Koren heard the dissatisfaction in Boris's tone, and couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart. In this battle, who didn't know that he Boris lost the least, that is, he sent a few magic mentors, plus a few magic scrolls. And the losses of Coren and some nobles were real, that was 50,000 people. It's all gone. In his opinion, they sacrificed the most in this battle, and the credit must go to him. But he couldn't argue with Boris and gave in.

"Evans is indeed extraordinary, but he also needs the assistance of a magister."