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Chapter Eighty-Nine

Kevin gasped, his bald head was covered with sweat, his armor was crooked, his arms were already sore, and the hammer in his hand could barely be lifted.

He was surrounded by the Guards and the two battalions of cavalry of the Fourth Banner Regiment, who successfully blocked the two pursuits of the Odin, the second time was particularly difficult, and Kevin was so tired that he couldn't straighten his back on horseback.

Watch as the Odin recedes like cháo water, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

The bald man's brows were twisted.

But soon, he stopped thinking about this, anyway, the general's order was broken, since these Odin people didn't chase them, it could be regarded as completing the order.

He was surrounded by more than 600 cavalry, after two interruptions to block the pursuit of the battle, the brothers also suffered about 200 casualties, although the people were sleepy and lacking, Kevin still carefully gathered the remaining men and horses, and the formation slowly left the battlefield and went south to catch up with the main force.

Just as Kevin was leading the people away, the Odin pursuers behind him blew the horn......

The bald man was at a loss.

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General Adrick on the Northern Front had learned that the rear road had been outflanked by Hastings three days earlier.

The reason why the news was discovered so early is due to the rabbit general Ruhr. When this fat man went north before, he carefully set up a mixed rear team and put it behind him, so that the rear team could keep a distance from his own team for a day. At that time, this decision was made purely because of the fat man's natural talent for escape and his sixth sense before danger came.

And this time, this hunch helped again.

The fat man was an infantryman, and he was originally walking slowly, and his team was dragging behind, and the rear team was even more behind.

Soon, the mixed rear team found traces of the reindeer cavalry of the Odin people coming from the south to search!

This discovery immediately shocked General Rabbit!

South?!

The Odin are actually behind us?!

Such news was immediately delivered to Adric's army.

Then, without hesitation, Adric made a decision: march south!

Adric, who has experienced a hundred battles, knows very well that if the back road is outflanked by the Odin and dares to make such a big move, among the generals of the Odin, there is only the old opponent he has never defeated - Hasting!

And if a terrible enemy like Hastings has gone around the back of your ass, then ......

Adrick didn't even dare to think about it!

Without hesitation, the 13th Corps immediately turned around and headed south!

Once the speed of the cavalry took a rapid march, Adric's idea was to catch up with the fat Ruhr, who had fallen to the south. Originally, according to the distance between everyone, it should be able to catch up with the fat man in one day.

But in fact, the 13th Corps did not catch up with Ruhr's troops until the evening of the next day!

What impressed Adric even more was that Ruhl was indeed worthy of being a famous fleeing general, and he saw a large number of discarded supplies on the road! Spare ordnance and armor, grain and grass carts, and even some ballistas for infantry and assembled catapults were also smashed and thrown on the side of the road!

Ruhl fled in hysteria! This fat man actually ordered the whole army to carry only three days' dry rations, basic weapons and armor, and everything else to be discarded!!

In the words of the fat man: Anyway, if we can't rush back to the station within three days, then everyone will have only a dead end! As for other things, throw them away, and if you don't lose them, your life will be gone, and what else you need to do.

And when the 13th Corps caught up with the Ruhr, the Ruhr made another request: let the cavalry of the 13th Corps share a part of the surplus cavalry for his men.

The 13th Corps were all cavalry, and each cavalry had at least two war horses. At Ruhl's strong request, Adric reluctantly distributed more than 2,000 horses.

Then Ruhl began to play tricks, and the series of actions he showed later proved to everyone that his nickname of "Rabbit Run" was definitely not in vain!

Do you remember his mixed rear team? Once you turn around and head south, that back team becomes the front team!

After Ruhl and Adric joined forces, they were just as fast as the mixed rear team.

And in the mixed rear team, there are also a large number of baggage grain trucks!

At Ruhr's order, the soldiers of the Sixth Corps used astonishing speed and great skill to put the war horses that had been separated from the 13th Corps into the carts, and then quickly transformed and built the grain trucks with wooden planks one by one, and soon made 200 long and wide wagons!

The whole process took less than two hours, as if the soldiers of the Sixth Corps were used to this kind of work.

With more than 200 wagons, although the Sixth Corps was infantry, its marching speed was greatly increased! Thousands of infantry jumped on the wagons, and then the wheels rolled, and they could barely keep up with the speed of the cavalry!

Two hundred oversized carriages consumed eight hundred horse-drawn carriages, but these two hundred carts carried nearly three thousand men. The remaining 1,200 war horses, each of which was ridden by two people, was considered to have pulled more than 2,000 people. This is equivalent to installing wheels and horse legs on more than 5,000 infantry!

The only pity is that these horses are afraid that when they run to the place, they will basically end up exhausted.

5,000 people could ride horses and have carriages to sit in, while the remaining 5,000 people of the Sixth Corps could only use their legs.

But then, the soldiers of the 6th Corps showed their excellent quality: the ability to run!

Hell, these infantry marched across the continent and then rotated with the men in the wagons every hour. In the end, the cavalry of the 13th Corps did not fall too far.

Adric's malicious conjecture in his mind.

So, three days!

After the two corps had joined forces, they had made a three-day rapid march, discarding all the supplies that might have been discarded, and in only three days they had returned from the plains of Arbuckt, and after the cavalry advance on the road had swept away two small interceptions of the Hastingsian corps, and on the evening of the third day the advance had reached a place just over ten miles from the station.

Most of the horses that the fat man asked Adric to pass over were basically exhausted. In pursuit of speed, the fat man did not cherish horsepower at all -- in his words, his life was gone, so what did he need a horse for? As long as he could return alive, he could buy another horse, but man could not be reborn.

Adric found this fat man's computing skills quite outstanding!

His team threw away another batch of supplies on the way, and in the end, many soldiers even threw away armor and shield weapons!

However, such a discard is not a hasty situation, but a discarding in an orderly or even controlled plan!

The fat man calculated all the steps, and after how many miles he walked, he would calculate how much material he could throw away according to the physical strength of the soldiers and the speed of the march. Walk a little and lose a little, taking into account the balance of soldiers' physical strength, combat effectiveness and marching speed to the greatest extent.

After arriving, in the fat man's army, there were probably only three soldiers on average who shared a set of armor and weapons. In other words, only one-third of the combat strength of his army remained! But because of the fat man's rotation on the carriage to rest, these one-third of the soldiers still maintained the minimum standard of combat physical strength!

After three days of rapid marching, it was not easy to maintain one-third of its combat capability, which was not easy for an army that was not sharp.

In this regard, Adric also has to admire. At least he knew very well that if he was to lead an army of pure infantry in a different place, it would be absolutely impossible for him to achieve the level of a fat man under such circumstances.

In this regard, the fat man's explanation was: "Do you know what is the most practiced event in our Sixth Corps? Let me tell you -- armed long-distance cross-country training! To enter my Sixth Corps, the first requirement is not to be able to fight, but to be able to run." ”

After the break, Kevin's department also caught up with the large army, and the six hundred cavalry accompanying the bald man were obviously exhausted, but everyone's eyes were still bright, riding on horseback, and the waist was still straight.

But the news that Kevin brought was not too pleasant.

Accepted the task of intercepting the pursuers at the back of the palace, and at the beginning, Kevin fought two battles with the Odin, but then the Odin suddenly withdrew inexplicably. In the distance, they lined up to see themselves away, and even blew their horns...... Where on the battlefield is there such a thing as fighting life and death one moment and waving goodbye the next?

Although the Odin people in the back did not try to chase and kill again, they did not do nothing.

The ragtag army of the Odin people in the back seemed to have gathered all the cavalry, and more than 3,000 reindeer cavalry drove Kevin and the others behind night and night - these damn Odin people would not really kill, and every time they chased a distance of an arrow, they deliberately slowed down, shouted from afar, swung their knives and axes, and tried to make a big noise. They were like a pack of sheepdogs, driving Kevin, and the others could only run as far south as they could.

A few times Kevin was so angry that he couldn't help but turn around and go back to fight with these Odins - the warriors of the 13th Corps were all bloody! But once they turned back and went back, those Odin people turned around in panic and ran!

In short, in the past three days, everyone chased after me, shouting and shouting and intimidating each other from a long distance, but the battle was not fought!

Although Kevin turned around several times, after all, there were few others, and he didn't dare to really lead people to catch up too far, so he had to scare the other party. But the cavalry of the Odin people behind it seemed to have become kraft candy, and they couldn't shake it off. Stop, go, chase, chase, and make trouble......

"They were not too far from our rear now, and when they saw our large force, they immediately retreated. It's just that I don't think they went far, probably hanging behind two or three miles away. Kevin gasped.

General Adric also spat at the mouth: "Damn, what the hell are these Odin people trying to do?!"

Next to him, General Ruhr had already untied the tendons on his armor and let go of his round belly, and was gasping for breath when he heard the words, and snorted: "What else can you do? ”

Adric thought for a moment, and a hint of anger flashed across his face: "Rest for a quarter of an hour! Then prepare for battle! Is the garrison still in our hands? It seems that the boys in the garrison are doing a good job." As long as we can fight back to the station, this battle will have a turning point!"

General Ruhr next to him frowned, and the fat man gently patted his belly, which was a habitual action of his, whenever there was something difficult to decide in his heart, he would subconsciously make such a move.

The fat man slapped his round belly with a crackle before he spoke, his face a little strange, as if something else was baffling him.

"I think ...... Killing back to the city, I'm afraid it won't be too difficult. Hastings isn't really going to fight us! But it's possible to bite off a piece of our flesh. ”

Adric immediately looked at Ruhl seriously.

After a few days of rapid marching, Adric was not a fool, he naturally saw that this fat man, who was famous for his ability to escape, was actually not the kind of straw bag that everyone said!

"What do you mean? General Ruhr?"

The fat man patted his belly with one hand: "Well, the Odin people behind us didn't really pursue, originally according to my calculations, if they pursued with all their might, then the speed of our return would be slowed down by their entanglement for at least a day, or even more." What does this mean? It means that they are not doing their best! But what about us in front of us? The garrison is still in the hands of our men! Aren't you surprised at this? Although the boys in the garrison are all good young men, we know their strength very well, and there is only one battalion of soldiers, and the rest are just some miscellaneous soldiers. Well...... It's not that I don't believe in miracles, if it were some other Odin general, maybe there would be a miracle to hold the station!, but ...... Who is the soldier in front of the garrison now? It's Hasting! Do you think that Odin's first general, who has led tens of thousands of Odin's most sharp army, will not be able to capture a small fortress with less than 1,000 soldiers? Is it possible? Please, he's Hasting!!"

The more the fat man spoke, the more excited he became, and a few beads of sweat flowed from his forehead.

Adric also pondered: "This really doesn't make sense...... The pursuers in the back didn't work hard, and the Hastings in front seemed to be releasing water? What attention did they pay to the fight? It stands to reason that the pursuers in the back should pester us to the maximum, drag us down, and buy time for Hastings to steal our nest, but now ......

The fat man glanced at Adric, and suddenly lowered his voice and said: "General Adric, this is your consistent weakness, you always regard war too one-dimensionally! You know, when I followed the Grand Duke of Minas, I once heard the Grand Duke say a sentence: War is the continuation of politics, and this sentence is not only applicable to both sides of the enemy, but also to the same camp!"

"......" Adric frowned, Grand Duke Minas, that is the military commander of the older generation of the Byzantine Empire, his words must naturally be very reasonable.

Ruhl smiled lightly and squinted his eyes: "Don't you understand? This chasing army behind us, and Hastings in front...... These two armies of Odin, they're - hearts, no, Qi!!"

This fat man is really good!

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