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Chapter 83

At noon, the defeated rebels slowly gathered back, about 1,500 people, Char originally wanted to use these people, but most of these 1,500 people were not lightly injured, some of them were not seriously injured, but they were exhausted after running away for a long time. And it seems that the vast majority of people have been killed by the Odin, completely lost all fighting spirit, and everyone's face is full of fear and numbness.

Char thinks that he doesn't have the ability to immediately awaken the fighting spirit of these guys - he is not one of those legendary heroes, a speech can exude the spirit of a king, and make these defeated rabbits regain their fighting spirit and become brave warriors - this kind of thing only exists in legends, and reality is impossible at all.

So he simply handed over all these routs to Cato to enrich the logistics, but transferred more than 200 people from the logistics.

However, by the afternoon, the bad news came one by one!

Char divided all the two hundred cavalry into six teams, left the garrison and searched in six directions, only to return at noon, including two other groups, who withdrew a little late when they encountered Odin's small force, and fled back after a fierce battle, losing half of their men.

The six directions that went out to search were all met with small forces of the Odin!

That is, they are surrounded by Odin!!

"It's clear that these Odinites want to cut us off from the outside world. Char scratched his head in annoyance: "The generals on the front line probably don't know the chaos behind them! No, maybe they already know, but maybe they themselves are in trouble." There is another thing that worries me...... I'm afraid that the Odin people have copied directly behind us and occupied Wildfire Town! There are not many defenders in Wildfire Town, and after the Odin people occupy it, it just serves as a stronghold, blocking the direction of our return to the south, and at the same time, it can also resist the emperor ** team in the south to go north to help. ”

Char sighed, and in the big tent, the battalion officer named Slatter, as well as Sharpa, Kato, and three other battalion officer-level officers gathered.

Char took out the map on the wall.

"We're not in a good situation right now...... Originally, the layout this time was that the three armies on the northern wildfire field would resist the Odin in three ways. And to the south of Wildfire, there's also a corps stationed there as a reserve.

And after the 2nd and 9th Corps on both sides are finished, according to the current intelligence, Hastings has run behind us, if they occupy Wildfire Town...... No, not if! They must have taken Wildfire! That way, even if the reserve regiment from the south came to support, they would be dragged north in Wildfire - besides, I fear that Hastings had put so many small forces around us to move back and forth just to cut off our communication. Maybe by the time the reserve corps in the south gets the news that they are heading north, our blood will have already been drained!"

In the big tent, only the Slater battalion officer has been in command of an infantry battalion, which is considered a combat branch, and there is some foundation in military strategy, he nodded and glanced at Char: "That guy Hastings has a lot of appetite! He suddenly attacked and routed the 2nd and 9th Corps, and then copied our rear road, intending to stop our 13th and 6th Corps in the north and eat them...... Hmph! If you want to kill our four Byzantine legions in one battle, this Odin Valkyrie's appetite is too great!"

Cato and Sharpa were only their own soldiers, and they didn't directly lead the soldiers, so they couldn't say anything, but they just listened from the sidelines, and Sharpa anxiously shouted: "But you have to find a way to get in touch with the general in the north......!" Let me charge north with my cavalry!"

Char glanced at him and said, "No! It's not that I don't want to contact the general, but we can't do it now! What we can think of, as Odin's famous general, Hastings can't think of it? I guess, whether it's to the south or north, a lot of small detachments have been deployed to intercept us, even if you are willing to risk death to try, I'm afraid it will be a waste of our limited cavalry." ”

Cato was a bit clever after all, and he also built up a little confidence in Char: "What do you think?"

"We'll stay behind!" Char sighed: "Most of us are infantry, and if we leave the fortifications of the garrison, whether we break through or evacuate south, it will be a dead end! We don't have many people, and we have to take a large group of transport baggage battalions, plus more than a thousand wounded soldiers, relying on our two legs, how fast can we run? If Hastings can make a roundabout raid, then most of his command must be fast cavalry, even if it is the reindeer cavalry of the Odin, if we encounter an enemy in the wilderness, the Odin people only need to use 800 cavalry, which is enough for us to be wiped out!" And I'm sure Hastings must have set up forces around us to intercept us, just waiting for us to get out of the nest. So...... Only by staying here, relying on the fortifications, can there be a glimmer of life. ”

After a pause, Char took a deep breath, his eyes became serious, and he said: "Everyone, I'm not afraid of death! I also know that none of our brothers in the 13th Corps are afraid of death! But right now, we have more important tasks to complete than death!"

"What task?"

Char pinched his chin hard, gritted his teeth, and said, "Hold this station! Hold this stronghold!!"

Then he explained: "Most of our troops are infantry, and going north to meet the general will not play any role at all. Even if the whole army dies in battle, it is worthless. I guess that once the generals find out that the situation is not right in the north, and they encounter Hastings and the Odin legion in that valley from both sides, they will definitely find a way to break back!

If we lose this stronghold, then even if the general comes back with a large army, there will be no lair, where will they be able to settle down? There will be no stronghold, no supplies, and they will be surrounded by the enemy in the wilderness, and they will be starved to death or squeezed dry in just a few days! Then there will really be no way to enter the heavens and no way to enter the earth!

The way south has been blocked by the Odin people who have occupied Wildfire Town! Only here, after the generals and they come back, there are still a large number of supplies, food, grass and ordnance supplies here, and everyone is holding on to the fortifications of the garrison, waiting for reinforcements from the south to come...... This is the only way to live! Not only us, but also the generals in the north, their only way to live!"

Char's words infected everyone present, all of whom were middle and low-level officers, but they didn't expect that this budding soldier would still have such insight.

"There is a third reason...... Char's voice was a little lowered: "Hastings will definitely want to take away our garrison as soon as possible! The more we defend here, the more troops Hastings will be attracted! You can also relieve some pressure on the generals who break through in the north......"

"That's probably the case! If we hold here, then the 13th Corps still has a chance to survive! If we lose here...... Do you want the cavalry of the Thirteenth Corps to go and crash their heads against the walls of Wildfire?" the Battalion Officer Slater also shouted.

The officers of the 13th Corps did not have a trace of fear, and everyone shouted excitedly and went out to prepare. Cato was the last, and asked Char in a low voice, "Hey, are you really sure that the generals will kill them back?

Char sighed and said in a low voice: "First, we have too few troops, and we are all infantry, so we don't have the strength to respond. As for the second ...... I believe in the ability of our generals! The combat strength of the 13th Corps is not blown out, is it? I, a rookie, have confidence, but will an old bird like you be shaken?"

After a pause, Char smiled, his eyes rolled, and his smile was a little weird: "Don't forget, next to the general, there is also a general who is the best at escaping! He is the most cunning rabbit in the Byzantine Empire." ”

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The garrison was busy and busy, and large quantities of ordnance were sent to everyone, even the coachmen in the transport team were given a set of leather armor, a shield and a sword. Cato actually dug up a few good things out of the armory.

Three ballistas, this is a heavy weapon for medium and long-range attacks, huge crossbow arrows have a strong piercing power, the crossbow is fake on a two-wheeled cart, a shè can release ten crossbow arrows, Char tried it, the power is huge, the farthest shè can be about eight hundred meters, within a hundred meters, even two iron shields can be easily penetrated. Ten crossbow arrows are fired at a time, and the coverage area is not small, if you come like this in the face of the enemy's collective charge, it can definitely become a sharp weapon on the battlefield!

The only flaw is that there are not too many crossbow arrows, and it takes some time to reload the crossbow after one shot, and according to the speed of the shè and the movement speed of the infantry when attacking, it is only enough to load the shè three times.

The second good thing was a small catapult, and the shè was even farther, which could reach more than a thousand meters, but digging the stones was a difficulty, so Char mobilized all the transports to collect the stones, and asked Cato to prepare some cans of oil. Moreover, this kind of thing is completely inaccurate to hit, and within the effective attack distance, it counts as if it hits...... If you want jīng to attack, you can only fight for character.

Therefore, this catapult also had a name in the Byzantine army: the cannon without conscience.

There are only four catapults in this way, after all, the 13th Corps is a cavalry unit, and this kind of heavy equipment is not prepared much.

Char's hunch was very accurate.

It was clear that, as he had guessed, in order to prevent the main force of the Thirteenth Corps from breaking through and coming back, Hastings wanted to take this stronghold as soon as possible, and then block the return of the Thirteenth Corps!

In the morning, the warriors on the lookout let out a nervous cry, and Char rushed to the platform to look north......

As far as the eye can see, the sky is full of dust!!

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The black-pressed Odin appeared to the north, from behind the hillside, from the main road, like a colony of ants. At the forefront are a team of Odin warriors, most of whom are top-fitting - born in the northern country of Odin, accustomed to ice and snow, and in this kind of place, they are not afraid of such a little bit of winter wind.

The warriors of Odin howled in the cold wind with their tomahawks in their hands, spewing out hot air to form a large white mist that swirled over their heads.

The black crowd made Char feel a little drumming in his heart, and the array of Odin people in front of him seemed to be boundless when he looked at it like this, and there was no end in sight, and the dense appearance made people's scalps really numb!

One by one, the shouts of the show jǐng spread throughout the garrison, and at the urging of the officers, a large number of soldiers rushed over, armed with weapons and shields in their hands, and the archers were quickly lined up, everyone's faces full of nervousness.

Char shook the axe in his hand, this was a long axe for horse warfare picked out from the armory, Char made the axe handle saw a little shorter, and carried it in his hand, the weight was just right.

The morning sun shone on the array of Odin, and the axe light reflected shè, shining into a white sè cold light!

"Hell...... So much ......"

Char muttered.

Standing next to him was the battalion officer named Slay, he glanced at Char, patted him, and said in a low voice: "Don't be nervous, the other party is only about 10,000 people." ”

Char turned his head to look at the guy, "How do you know?"

In the busy day of this day, Slater already knew a little about this personal soldier, and said in a low voice: "After all, you have no experience, and after a few years in the army, you can see how many enemies there are." Such an array, such a thickness, the number of people can guess. ”

Damn!10,000 ...... 10,000 is already a lot! There are only 2,000 people who can fight here, and many of them are convoys of armed arms or artisan grooms.

Char spat at the mouth.

He was afraid.

It's really scary.

It's not funny. Except for those who lack heart, no one is born without fear of death. Looking at the Odin man in front of him, who made his scalp tingle, Char felt that he was short of breath, his mouth and throat were dry, there was no spit at all, and his heart was pounding!

He couldn't help but have such a question in his heart at this moment:

Can I really stop these Odin's attacks? Damn! There are so many of them! Can I stop them?

Or rather, can I live?!

Isn't it a hero who is afraid of death? Joke! A hero is also afraid of death!

His hand holding the axe tightened again, and pressed it to his chest, which was hard, and he hid a dragon scale close to his chest and back - there were not many dragon scales he had brought out, and apart from himself, he had quietly divided two pieces for Sharba and Cato, and the others...... He couldn't help it.

Whether you live or die depends on this battle!

The turtle clenched the handle of the axe fiercely!

He had no sense of belonging to the Byzantine Empire.

Even, to put it mildly, his sense of belonging to the Thirteenth Corps did not reach the point where he could die for it, and until now, he only had feelings for these friends of the Guard.

In such a dangerous situation, he was also timid, and even thought of taking advantage of the absence of people, finding a place to nest in the wildfire field, and when the battle was over, regardless of whether he won the Byzantines or the Odins, he could also return to Wildfire Town to be his turtle hunter.

But...... No way!

The turtle also has the dignity of the turtle! His only friends are all here, and it is not the turtle that he left his friends to flee for his life!

Others, there is another important reason.

Turtles also have their own ideals!

When he came out of the mountains and went out to the outside world, he was unwilling to live in the mountains in humiliation for the rest of his life! He wanted to be a mercenary, a samurai, and break into this world!

Who said that the turtle has no ambitions? He has it too! Although so far, the turtle has not thought of any such thing as power and wealth, but he also has a little ambition of his own.

At least...... As for what this hall of fame is, there is only a vague concept in his mind.

He didn't have to think too much about it.

If you can survive this battle, you will be a hundred dead! If you can survive...... That is the "Hall of Fame" in the heart of the turtle!!

The roars of the Odin were one after another, like the howls of wild beasts, which stimulated the hearts of the Byzantine soldiers one by one.

And at this time, a tall figure suddenly stepped forward, facing the distance, facing the dense figure in the distance, facing the roars in the distance, he took a deep breath and roared!!

His roar was fiercer, more exuberant, more unyielding!

If it's all beasts...... Then, he must be the more majestic one!!

"Come on, Odin!!Lao Tzu won't die!!Definitely won't die here!!!"

Char's muscles were twisting, and the expression that turned his head was full of hideous expressions like a desperate and struggling beast, which stunned Slater beside him.

The turtle raised his axe and shouted a sentence at the surrounding warriors! This sentence later became a legendary slogan!

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"Kill the Odin!!Kill the Odin!!Kill more Odin!!"

The sound is like thunder!

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