“...... How can this be?!How can this be?!How can this be?!!"

Seeing that their proud trump card troops, four infantry regiments, more than six thousand of the best and strongest soldiers of the Father's Regiment, were now driven like a helpless flock, slaughtered like the dirtiest wild dogs. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

To make matters worse, their collapse was done almost instantaneously. They did not deplete the enemy's forces and did not make a determined counterattack. In the case that people didn't have time to react, they were invincible in the world and the strongest soldier in the world one second, and they were knocked into the dust the next second. The contrast between the front and back was so great that Count Warren did not have time to reflect.

"This, this is just, it's simply ......" Count Warren could scarcely think of what to say. At the same time, all the troops, soldiers, officers and generals around him reacted similarly.

Their mouths were wide open, enough to fit an apple between their jaws and their upper rows of teeth. Their expressions were glazed, as if they were patients in an insane asylum. These guys don't say a word, they completely lose the ability to think.

Of course, when both officers and generals are like this, the lower ranks of the soldiers are even more unbearable.

Seeing that the rout of those Fathers and Fathers was rolled back, the soldiers immediately made a simple logical thought.

Himself is inferior to the Fathers.

The Order of the Fathers was the strongest force of the Visigoth-Asturian coalition.

They were driven like sheep and slaughtered like wild dogs.

Then, of course, the enemy can drive himself like a sheep and slaughter it like a wild dog.

As soon as he thought of this, the entire coalition army was in chaos all at once. Some of these companies had officer bullet pressure, which was a little better. But there are also some company officers who themselves have lost the will to fight, then, these guys are really finished.

Collapse, before the confrontation with the combined forces of Hereford and Briton, the companies that were under the most pressure collapsed one after another. The soldiers dropped their weapons, screamed and pushed away the friendly soldiers around them, and stumbled backwards. It's like there's some particularly scary monster chasing them behind.

"Bastards, come back, you are the king's soldiers, you are the army of His Majesty the great King Louis XVI, you must stick to your posts!" some of the officers who reacted roared angrily, demanding that their soldiers return to their posts.

Some of the more ferocious officers directly drew their sabers and slashed at the soldiers who fled in confusion.

However, such slashing, the enforcement of military law could not prevent the further collapse of the army. Especially when they found out that an enemy army had also appeared on their flank.

While the troops of two cavalry regiments and one cavalry battalion were charging head-on, a regiment of Breton light lancers deployed on the flanks by William was also in position.

William wouldn't be so stupid as not to reserve safe passage in a minefield. And these Breton light lancers, under the fire of the riflemen and the artillery that turned their guns to aid in firing, passed through these safe passages, and then charged on the flanks, two regiments of enemy infantry that had been suppressed by fire and almost collapsed.

Naturally, the Briton light lancers easily routed the two regiments, then quickly moved to the flank of the enemy's main force and charged again.

If the main forces of the Visigoth-Asturian coalition are still in a normal state, then the charge of this lancer regiment will definitely not have much effect.

But in the case of their own demoralization, which has fallen to the limit, the appearance of this army became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The Visigoth-Asturian coalition could not bear it and collapsed.

The first decision was made, and it was the Asturian army that was not very demoralized and withdrew from the battlefield. These guys can't get anything out of this war in the first place. So in the event of the collapse of the overall situation, the Asturian commander gave the order to retreat almost without hesitation.

They set aside two infantry regiments of rear-end troops, and the remaining army of tens of thousands abandoned all the heavy equipment, artillery, and all the baggage, and retreated as fast as possible to the south.

"There is no need to oppress the Asturians too much. They are nothing to worry about. William thought to himself. Immediately afterwards, heralds were sent to ask the cavalry at the front to let them go.

Rather than chasing the Asturians, killing more and capturing more Visigothic soldiers is the right thing to do. After all, they were William's real enemies.

In this way, the Asturian army, which decisively decided to retreat and was not pursued too hard, saved most of its forces, and even the two infantry regiments that were left behind at the end of the palace successfully retreated.

The cavalry, who had received orders from William, only left a few cavalry companies and circled twice in front of the Asturian rear-wing troops as a deterrent and surveillance. It was also a great relief for the Asturians.

And for the Visigothic army it was different. William's order was to pursue, pursue, pursue until his own troops could no longer pursue—and that's it, pursuit, pursuit, pursuit—not just two thousand two hundred cavalry on the front, nine hundred and forty-three cavalry on the flanks, and the remaining five hundred and twenty-two Cherokee auxiliary cavalry. It is an order for the infantry.

William demanded that his infantry units attack on all fronts. In other words, the 30,000-strong army under his command attacked on all fronts.

For the next twelve days, the collapsed Visigothic army lived in a nightmare.

They could not be reinforced, and all their logistics became William's trophies. Their organization was completely dissolved, and they were trapped in an unfamiliar New World, across the ocean from their homeland.

They are hungry, they are cold, they are helpless, they are desperate. They also had to face an almost overwhelming enemy pursuit, and after a few days of pursuit, William sent the news to the entire Neo-Gothic colony that he had been victorious.

After confirming that what William said was not wrong, the entire Neo-Gothic colony went crazy. The descendants of the Gothic immigrants, the Cherokee native warriors, the adventurers, the merchants, the whoever...... All those who lived in the Neo-Gothic colony and who were capable of fighting took part in this revelry.

They used their geography to search and capture the Visigothic rout, and then escorted them to Charleston in exchange for a small reward from the neo-Gothic colonial government. Or bread, or cloth, or half a sack of wheat.

The Indians were overjoyed, but the descendants of the colonists were different, and they wanted to show their loyalty to the neo-Gothic colonial government, or to their new master, William, to these rewards, and they supported William, they supported the neo-Gothic colonial government, and they were extremely supportive of what William called Gothic nationalism.

In other words, anyone who can defeat an army of 50,000 with 30,000 people can fight the emperor, they support it from the bottom of their hearts.

William believed that nothing would happen to the Neo-Gothic colony during his lifetime. Even if he was very brutal, he was tyrannical about the colony. The bastards who live in this land also have to wait for their own death in their hearts, and at the same time give themselves a smiling face.

At the same time, he also knew that this war was over.

Although in the north, the independence elements are still resisting. But after such a major blow, their biggest supporters, the Visigoths, could never step into the battlefield again.

At the same time, William also secured another group of their supporters, the Alchemist League of the New World.

Without the Visigoths' expeditionary force that can fight well, and without the material support of the Alchemist Alliance, even if the military idiot Victoria continues to command the battle, those independents are not to worry.

"So, now, there is no doubt about this war. William thought to himself, "Then, build my prisoner of war camp a little bigger, a little bigger." Then, it was time to negotiate with the Visigoths.

When the battle comes to this, no matter how ingenious the King is, he can't fight it anymore, right?" William thought to himself.

......

Take a deep breath, a deep breath, and Count Warren felt like his lungs were about to explode.

This count, this powerful man who once held an army of 50,000 people, is really miserable. The military uniform, which was originally ironed straight, embroidered with gold thread and inlaid with gold stars, was thrown away. The woolen hat was lost. The scabbard with large jewels and the sword with its sharpened iron were thrown away.

Military boots were lost, capes were lost, binoculars were lost, white breeches were lost...... Everything that could prove his identity was lost. The dignity of the nobility, as well as the honor of the soldiers, were also lost.

Today, wearing only a white shirt, underwear and socks, and two legs, Count Warren looks like an old dog that has been skinned. Or a mentally abnormal exhibitionist.

If he runs back to Florida now, then I'm sure no one will recognize him.

During the days of his escape, his bodyguards, officers and soldiers noticed something terrible, that is, they were too conspicuous.

Count Warren, who was over fifty years old and had poor physical strength, was their biggest drag and the enemy's most wanted target - of course, they did not betray Count Warren and capture him in exchange for riches from William. After all, their family is still in Visigothic. However, this did not prevent them from abandoning the Count without hindrance.

In this way, there were fewer and fewer people around the earl. When he woke up one morning, Count Warren was sad to find that the last of his orderlies had disappeared.

Missing along with the orderly was the kettle for the two of them, and all the food for the two of them.

An apple, a few loaves of bread, and hard air-dried meat that can be used to practice carving.

Count Warren began to regret it after understanding his situation. He regretted that instead of doing this, it was better to kill himself quickly after the defeat. Or surrender to William after the defeat, so that the glory of a soldier can barely be guaranteed.

But when it got to this, it was useless to say that. Like his virtue, he ran to William and said that he was the Earl of Warren, and asked for treatment equivalent to his status......

Even if Count Warren is shameless and shameless, he is not shameless to such a point.

So, I had no choice but to run away and run back to Florida. In any case, William's army, or his supporters, could not be caught. This was the last thing on Count Warren's thoughts.

That's it, he hid like a frightened bird, and then ran away desperately. Don't dare to take the big road, only dare to take the small road. During the day, you have to hide and not be discovered, and when it gets dark, you have to come out and run forward, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Then he barely fed himself with the wild fruits on the side of the road.

There were many times when Count Warren wanted to die, or many times, he wanted to give up altogether. Or when you see the fire, you want to run over and beg for it, or steal something that is really food.

But in the end he didn't do anything. Still insisting on escaping.

In the process of escaping, Count Warren pondered a man over and over again, and poured an unforgettable hatred into him.

This man was not William who defeated him and chased him so badly. In a sense, Count Warren did not dare to hate him. Although he didn't dare and didn't want to admit it, Earl Warren's deep fear of William had risen to the extreme. Don't say disgust, he didn't even dare to think of this person.

The object of his hatred is Leo.

"Yes, that guy made me like this! If he hadn't proposed to send the Fathers to attack, the battle wouldn't have been so easy to lose!" thought to Count Warren.

Leave aside whether his ideas are correct or not, whether his ideas are useful or not. However, during this period of escape, the hatred for the officer Leo did become one of the psychological pillars of Count Warren.

Escape back and find a way to get revenge on that bastard. It became the biggest driving force to support Count Warren.

That's it, he stumbled on, thinking in his heart about his revenge when he returned home.

Because of his revelations, Leo became the sinner of the defeat of the expeditionary force. I watched him be tried at a court-martial, I watched him spurned by all the Visigoths, I watched him walk to the gallows, hang him like a dead dog, and then convuls, stick out his tongue, struggle, turn purple, and die.

"Haha, haha, hahahaha......" Count Warren laughed nervously at the thought of this—and then stepped into the air, the noose at his ankle tightened sharply, and then upward, hanging him upside down in mid-air.

"What, what's going on!?what's going on?!" Count Warren struggled desperately. And then yelled. As soon as he understood his situation, he despaired - he was caught.

"Yes, is it His Highness's army? or the guerrillas?!I've been caught? what are they going to do to me??," Earl Warren thought as he struggled. Soon, however, new questions shattered all of his thoughts.

Because of the backflow of blood, Count Warren only felt uncomfortable. It's like the head is about to go up.

So he yelled and wanted someone to help him. But no one came, no one, not the expected White Legion Herefords, Bretons, partisans, or whatever.

This guy's path is too remote. There is no one here at all.

"Am I going to be hanged like this?!" Count Warren could not help but think. After that, fear made him struggle even harder. Shouted even harder. However, until he shouted hoarsely, and consumed the last bit of strength, no one came.

It was only the next day that Count Warren was discovered by the hunters who had set the trap. With a scruffy beard and a withered face, he was recognized by the hunter for a while before he recognized it as a man. The hunter, who felt that he had done something wrong, immediately moved to let him go.

"Who are you? Why are you here? I'm sorry, I, the ......," said the hunter, a little embarrassed, that he had set the trap. But even if he did, Count Warren would probably not do anything to him.

He was still dizzy, but luckily he stepped on the trap in the early hours of the morning, and the hunters were very diligent and came to check the trap as soon as it was dawn...... If it had been a little later, he would have probably died of brain congestion.

When the hunter saw that he did not speak, he was even more dissatisfied, so he brought out his own food and water for him to drink. Although I don't know who he is, I know that his life must be difficult.

The power of food is enormous. Count Warren, who was still in a daze just now, immediately bit the food without hesitation after it was delivered to his mouth, like all people who have been hungry for a few days, eating these things for life, and then almost choking to death. Luckily the hunter still has a kettle, otherwise he would have become the first commander of an army of 50,000 to choke to death by food.

"Who are you?"

After this, the hunter asked him the same question again. Count Warren had come back to his senses for a while, he was stunned for a moment when he heard the hunter ask, and then stopped nibbling on the bread and smiled bitterly: "I? I am Warren, the general of the Visigothic Kingdom, the commander of the Visigothic expeditionary force, and the commander-in-chief of the Visigoth-Asturian alliance. ”

After saying this, Count Warren only felt that his throat tightened, and the tear ducts seemed to lose control. He dropped the bread and the jug in his hand. Covering his face and crying, he cried as sadly as he cried.

Two days later, Earl Warren entered Charleston, the city he had always dreamed of entering, as a prisoner of war.

Also with the capture of the commander-in-chief, the Second Battle of Charleston ended.