It wasn't until the end of dusk that the bloody battle in the wasteland came to an end with the knights' charge - when the hoplites who burst out of the woods at the edge of the battlefield tore the barbarian army from the center in front of them, the barbarian warriors, who had exhausted their strength in front of the wooden wall and suffered heavy casualties in a rain of arrows, finally collapsed.

The mere hope of survival kept these fierce warriors going on for a while, but even the toughest of the toughest men finally chose to flee when the chief centurion Lebinus, who held the tribal totem aloof, carried the head of their leader with a flagpole and slaughtered them.

In the smoky wilderness, the bones almost filled the trenches, and the corpses piled up outside the gates of the most fierce camps, and even the barbarian warriors who were lucky enough to flee could not escape, and the heavy cavalry who scattered and charged threw away their broken cavalry spears, and kept harvesting the exhausted deserters with their swords and javelins, and only a few people fled into the forest, and most of them became the crows' dinner in the wilderness.

It was not until late in the evening that Edward ordered the collection of troops and the inventory of the battlefield - more than a thousand barbarian warriors were killed, and as for those who were seriously wounded, the excited soldiers were not even in the mood to calculate, and the number of captured horses alone exceeded three hundred, which was a great fortune!

Although compared to the top horses in the East and Wonderalusya, the horses of Hantu are smaller, lack stamina and have lower weight, but they have good explosive power, and they are unrivaled and terrifying in short distances, which is simply perfect for light cavalry mounts, and can be said to be a rare gain after this battle.

As for the captured barbarian warriors. All of them were the ghosts of vengeful soldiers, whom Edward had never intended to take in in from the beginning. Now that they have chosen to resist. Then let them resist to the end.

And while the soldiers of the whole camp were intoxicated with the joy of victory, more than 300 legionnaires, plus fifteen knight sergeants, were already buried here—the three banner regiments under the wooden walls, the most central one was attacked by the barbarian warriors, and a hundred-man team was all killed, becoming the only hundred-man regiment in this battle that had been emptied of its establishment.

Although the price paid was also a pain in the bones for the severely understaffed Battle Banner Legion, Edward's face was not the slightest bit sad, and he sat in front of the map in the camp hall. The excitement in his eyes could not be concealed at all - in just one day, all the forces around the entire green river valley that could threaten the fortress had been emptied!

Of course, this is not entirely true—there are still wandering barbarians and thieves, and there are still large and small barbarian settlements in the mountains, as well as monsters and beasts in the wilderness. But those are only minor problems, and the real threat has been completely removed.

At the same time, the Battle Banner Legion, which had a dismal record, finally had the capital to fight the enemy head-on—there was no more suitable environment for them to hone and more training than the battlefield. It is not as good as having them kill a barbarian warrior with their own hands to overcome the fear in their hearts.

"This battle is far from over, we must expand the results as soon as possible!" said to the officers and knights sitting on either side of the map table. Edward enthusiastically drew a large circle around the fortress of the Green River Valley on the map with the hilt of his sword: "And now is the best time!"

"The power of the entire fortress of the Green River Valley has been completely annihilated here, and their camps and settlements are like open warehouses waiting for us to harvest, especially the two largest war tribes, who should not have received the news that their leader has been killed, and we must completely annihilate them before then, so as to be able to cut off the last scourge. ”

The expressions on the faces of the officers and knights immediately showed a bit of surprise - no one would not like this kind of mission that did not pose any threat at all, and it was clear that Edward Witwood was ready to slaughter all the surrounding tribes!

This also means that there will be a large amount of loot and captured baggage, and everyone's faces will invariably show a bit of greed and expectation, hoping that this kind of good thing will fall on their heads.

In the end, Edward still gave this task to the chief centurion Lebinus, and gave him three flag regiments to complete the task - which three were the only ones for him to have a headache, only the second and third flag regiments were the core forces, and he had to follow the main force of the legion to withdraw to the fortress as soon as possible, just in case.

Repinus, who had always been silent, immediately had a headache - the flag captains who didn't talk to him much on weekdays all laughed "with great enthusiasm", and looked at him with brotherly eyes to make him have a relationship, which annoyed the young chief centurion.

Of course, as compensation, these veterans can still get the lion's share of the spoils - the Banner Legion after this battle will definitely need to replenish their blood as soon as possible to prepare for the upcoming big war, and quite a few veterans will be promoted to standard-bearers, centurions and sergeants, with more military salaries.

Such conditions filled the appetite of the veterans, and there were a lot less complaints and complaints at once - even in the regular army, it is not easy to advance from a soldier to a centurion, and it is not uncommon for a soldier to remain at the rank of sergeant major after ten years, and such a large-scale promotion appears in the elite first flag regiment, and they often get nothing from the platoon.

What's more, Edward Witwood had all their equipment and all the centurions' outfits - that was very expensive, and it would take a veteran to go four or five years without food or drink to be able to afford it, so what was there to complain about now?

"Did you notice, Lord Flag Bearer today...... Something isn't quite right. As soon as he came out of the hall, Lebinus stopped Helty, who was about to go to pack his luggage, and whispered, "He looks too excited." ”

"Who is not excited after such a big victory--not everyone is like your father, always with a bitter face!" Helti waved his hand angrily, the second flag regiment was ordered to return, and he, the commander of the second banner, had no good chance to grab the spoils, so naturally he would not give Lebinus much good look: "Could it be that you are happy when he cries?"

"It's just that it doesn't feel normal, even the last time he came, he wasn't so excited. The more strange it became to Lepinus as he kept thinking back to Edward's flat smile, which seemed to never change: "It's like a different person, or rather...... He seemed to be in a hurry. ”

"In a hurry?"

"If it were you, and when you had won such a big battle and were ready to reap the spoils, would you let me, who had just become the chief centurion, go with a banner regiment of a few recruits?" asked Lessinus rhetorically.

Herti just thought about it, and immediately shook his head violently: "I will definitely slowly defeat those tribes - there is no threat anyway, and I can get more loot." ”

"So what he wants, not the loot, but the retreat to the fortress as soon as possible with what he has. Liberus silently asserted: "Something seems to be urging him, forcing him to withdraw his troops as soon as possible instead of picking peaches slowly." ”

"Why?" Helthy scratched his head, "It's almost winter, not to mention that even those damned barbarians of the Vast Lands are not going to fight in such a build--why is he in a hurry at this time?"

"I don't understand—maybe the Chief Flag Officer has his own considerations. Lerbinus guessed: "Clerk Virgil asked a similar question, and he explained once at that time that he was going to strangle the lifeblood of the Red Horse Clan in the ice and snow!"

"I hope I guessed wrong, but now it seems likely to come true. Lebinus's expression grew heavier and heavier: "This battle is far from over, at least not in the eyes of Lord Edward Witwood - it's just beginning, and we must prepare for it as soon as possible!" )