In general, there are two states of running.

The first is laid-back, including exercise, play, and chase, and is characterized by controllability. The second type is much more embarrassing, including hiding, retreating, fleeing in the wilderness, and so on, and the salient feature is that it is completely passive, and it cannot be self-determined no matter how far and how fast it runs, mainly depending on the relative distance from the pursuers.

But the Speartops are in a bit of a strange situation right now, they are somewhere in between. Of course, as part of the defeated army, they were indeed running to chase others, but the initiative in the chase process was in Townsend's hands.

From the very beginning of the battle, the rebels were full of enthusiasm to annihilate the vultures, and they did not intend to spare the spearheads. Therefore, the pursuers they sent were also the kind that they could handle, more than sixty people, and at first they looked like they were going to win, but as time went by, the distance before the chase became larger and larger.

Because of the presence of Townsend, the overall quality of the vanguard team is much higher than that of the pursuers, so the first stage of escape is extremely calm, climbing over hurdles and crossing mountains and mountains. No one would turn their heads to see how far the pursuers were left, twenty-four men in neat armor and swords and guns, and even maintained a general line.

Five miles later, the spearhead began to burrow into the forest, throwing some gadgets around by the way, and by the time they came out of the woods, the pursuers behind them had disappeared. Of course, they couldn't catch up, because they were all holding their bloody legs and crying - dried fish sausages are good things, not only can you change socks, but you can also change spikes and hunting clips, these gadgets can be thrown on the grass even if they are installed, but the effect is very bad!

The commander's exact words were, what about bullying these rebels who have no shoes to wear?

There were no pursuers behind, but Townsend had no intention of relaxing, on the contrary, his pace kept accelerating, almost squeezing the limit of his men - Townsend didn't want to be a second lieutenant, let alone work hard for the Andorran Union, so he would never stop in the next town, his goal was to run out of the war zone and out of the border!

Townsend knows that time on the battlefield is precious, and the time that can be earned by running is even more precious. Time is the key to the escape plan, and the later escape requires transportation and dealing with the locals, which takes time to operate.

Moreover, they only have one chance!

"Run, keep running!" Townsend sweated and ran in the middle of the line, "Brothers, hold on!

"Hold on!" The monkey who was exploring the path in front of him was also cheering up the soldiers in a loud voice: "Brothers, come on!"

"Don't be left behind! Keep up!" the captain who ran last, with two knives on his body, six spears and countless fragments in his hands, shouted in his dull and trusting voice, "I can't relax!"

"Run!" the cook always seemed so realistic: "Keep up with the sir, the sir, the sir, will take us to eat and drink spicy!"

That's all it is, don't the Spearhead people know what is going on? They are not stupid, of course they understand what they are doing. And as the commander said, none of them volunteered, and they didn't have to die for the Andorran Union!

Run, run, follow the commander to a way to live!

Twenty-three sharp soldiers were sweating and crying, completely forgetting the battle behind them, completely forgetting the battlefield that had long been left behind, and forgetting that they were actually exhausted.

"Sir, the town is half a mile away!" the monkey shouted in front, "see the harbor and the ships on the edge of the town - on our side!"

"Rush straight into the harbor!" Townsend roared and ordered: "Captain go ahead and raise the flag--the monkeys retreat to press the formation--The others take their weapons and listen to my orders--Captain, check everyone's weapons!"

"Brothers, we are on the edge of the canal! So we must get the boat, we must live!" While the captain was distributing his weapons, Townsend shouted: "Whoever prevents us from getting on the boat and is alive is our enemy!

"Clear!" had already run here, and the spearheads did not hesitate in the slightest to Chief Townsend's words.

"Wipe away your tears, wipe your sweat, and show the majesty of the alliance army!" Townsend adjusted his pace and rushed to the front: "Brothers, run with me, shout with me - the coalition army is mighty - the flag is victorious!"

"The coalition is mighty!" the spearheads shouted after Townsend like puppets without long brains, "Victory!"

"The coalition is mighty! The flag is victorious!" Amid the shouts of the crowd, under the guidance of the coalition flag, the spearhead rushed to the small pier on the edge of the town: "The Dawn Council! Defeated! Requisition of civilian ships! Violators of the order will be killed!"

The local town guards had seen the black smoke rising from the trade routes, and the top commander of the garrison had been reported, and a group of people were waiting nervously at the dock gate, and the officers were arguing with the town chief over whether to send someone to reconnoitre. So, when they saw a group of Union soldiers running with flags and shouting slogans, they all had comforting expressions on their faces.

"Stop!" the highest local military commander, a man with the rank of major, stood under the gate and put on a posture that he considered the most majestic: "Who are you?

"Dead hillbilly!" Townsend rushed to the local army major, pulled the military flag that the captain was carrying, and pushed the mass of lines that I don't know if it was a smudge or a pattern in front of his head: "**Can't see?!**Illiterate?!Andorran Union Vulture Wing - you didn't receive a military report? You don't have ready to be fed? You want to go to prison and obey!"

Normally, it is hard to imagine a second lieutenant pointing at the major's nose and scolding his mother, but at this time, it seems normal and reasonable to the eyes of the onlooker - this is not to say that Townsend has shown a personal charisma that transcends the rank of rank.

The reality is that in the presence of an allied officer, an officer of the local army has no value at all. This is the gap between the system and the system, the gap between the master and the slave!

"Open the door!What the hell are you waiting for?!" Townsend squirted, "Give me the boat! There are a lot of prisoners and wounded in the back!"