The raging fire of Pad City burned all night, and by dawn there was no sign of extinguishing it, and Pad City was like an erupting volcano, and the billowing smoke rose from the city, forming a black cloud in the sky, completely enveloping the whole city.

Tiny ashes fell from the sky like a black snowfall, and after a while, a thick layer would fall.

After a night of fierce fighting, the battlefield outside the city gradually changed from the original noise to quiet.

The Semitic camp of the northern part of the country, which was at odds with Pad City, was also burning, and the fierce battle was over.

Entire squads of human soldiers weave back and forth through the Semitic camp, which has been completely destroyed, cleaning up the battlefield, packing up the loot, and searching for the Semites who are hiding or wounded and not dead.

Tens of thousands of Semitic captives lined up in a slender line, and slowly headed east in the custody of the Holy See soldiers.

In the night battle, they were surrounded and flanked by the Ruman and the Maple Leaf Danlin people from both sides, although they also fought bravely, but when they saw that the general situation was gone, they could only surrender helplessly.

The captives were all disheveled, gloomy and covered in dirt, and many of them were bleeding from wounds that had not been bandaged even simply.

On both sides of the road, stretchers were parked, all of which were wounded human soldiers.

Medics and priests, dressed in red crosses on a white background, weave through the crowd to treat the wounded. For the wounded Semitic soldiers who walked by, they didn't even raise their heads, and they didn't pay attention to them at all.

Not only that, but as soon as the captives dared to stop or walk a little slower, the soldiers escorting them did not hesitate to step forward and punch and kick them, beating the puppies and screaming miserably.

Passing human soldiers will shout at them, curse or taunt them, raise their middle fingers at them, and shout "cowards" or "damn demon bitches".

The Semitic captives looked sluggish and numb, bowed their heads and said nothing, staggering through the insults and invectives of the victors, like a group of walking corpses.

Although they don't know what fate awaits them in the future, they all know one thing: it may be difficult to return to their hometown, never see their mother again, and never see the girl who once saw them off on the shore...... As they walked slowly along the road in silence and numbness, there was a commotion in front of them, and then all the human soldiers became nervous.

They rushed up, yelling, kicking, and beating all the captives into the street, and made them all stand against the wall.

Under the threat of the sword, the captives were all extremely obedient, standing motionless on the side of the street.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a large number of senior officers dressed in straight clothes and shiny leather boots coming over.

One of the captives had the audacity to peek at it, and saw that in the middle of the group was a general with white hair and sharp eyes like eagles.

Although he had never seen it, with the five shining gold stars on his shoulders, he could also know that this was definitely an important general in the human army.

Surrounded by his men, Vabador rode slowly across the battlefield on horseback.

With a straight face, he slowly inspected the place soaked in gunsmoke and blood.

The ground was littered with corpses.

The Semitic camp was bombed to pieces, and there was not even a complete piece of wooden fence left.

The bodies of many of the war dead are still in the same way as they were when they were fighting, and many of the soldiers died together, hugging each other and falling together.

This shows how fierce the battle was last night.

The Semitic soldiers in the battalion had more to fight than Vabador and the command had anticipated.

In the case of being flanked by the Maple Leaf Danlin coalition army and the Ruman Legion, instead of quickly collapsing, on the contrary, they quickly organized an effective resistance.

Without the artillery support provided from the air by four squadrons and a total of forty-eight war fortresses, it would have been really difficult to win this battle with these Holy See troops.

The staff officer followed behind Vabadore and said in a low voice: "According to preliminary estimates alone, our casualties are around 10,000 people.

At present, more than 30,000 Semitic corpses have been counted on the battlefield, nearly 10,000 people have been captured, and it is estimated that about 20,000 Semites have escaped, and the cavalry is continuing to pursue. ”

Vabadore shook his head and sighed, "A hard battle~!"

"But it's a brilliant victory," the officer next to him hurriedly patted Vabador's ass on the back and said, "Under the leadership of you, the commander, our coalition army wiped out the main Semitic force of nearly 100,000 people in one night, which is an unprecedented war of annihilation. ”

Vabadore flattened his old mouth and said unwillingly: "It's still later than that kid in Lorraine." ”

The officers around them looked at each other, and then closed their mouths in unison.

As high-ranking officials, they all know very well who is the real boss of one thing.

Even if you shoot this old guy's ass again, you can't offend Lord Lorraine, and you can't say that Lord Lorraine is not as powerful as your old man.

You know, they are all members of the Holy See, and they are only temporarily under the command of Vabador, and Sylmeria is their permanent boss.

If you dare to say bad things about your boss's boyfriend, someone will have to make a small report when you turn around. Although it is impossible for His Majesty the Pope to clean himself up openly, with her old man's careful eyes, as long as she registers with her, she will never want to come out again in this life.

They talked as they went, crossing the areas where the fighting was most intense. A group of soldiers lying on the ground resting appeared in front of him.

They clutched their weapons to their chests and slept on the wetlands filled with enemy corpses and dew.

Those who didn't sleep were holding a box of military cans and devouring them, and a few soldiers were spitting around a Semitic corpse, smoking cheap cigarettes issued by the army.

Surrounded by them was a Semitic man in ornate armor, several spears piercing his body from different positions, and with the support of the spears, the corpse stood like this, leaning forward slightly.

Behind this corpse, the corpses of ordinary Semitic soldiers were piled up into a small mountain.

Vabadore couldn't help but restrain his horse, took a closer look, and asked, "Who is this Semitic man?"

The soldiers were chatting happily, and suddenly they turned around, and when they reached the boss, they were all in a hurry, and they hurriedly jumped up from the ground, stood up and saluted, and all stood up straight.

Vabador replied casually, "Rest a little, who is this Semiant?"

The soldiers glanced at each other, and then one of the small leaders stepped forward and said, "Repay the commander, it is said that he is a general of the Semitic Praetorian Guard, and we are waiting for the captives to identify him." This guy ......."

The little leader thought for a moment, and then sighed with emotion: "It's very powerful, and it has cut down a lot of us." ”

Vabador looked at the dead Semitic Praetorian Guard general carefully, not knowing what he was thinking, his face kept changing, and finally shook his head, "No wonder you don't look at death. ”

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Everyone looked up. I saw a flying eagle flag hurrying towards Vabador.

Under the banner was naturally the Marquis of Marquis Marleton, the commander-in-chief of the [***] regiment of the Jumandi.

He was also covered in dust, his face was covered with black gunsmoke, and he was quite impatient on his horse, but the ground was full of corpses and walking soldiers, and the Marquis of Marleton could only clumsily weave left and right through the crowd.

Without waiting to come forward, he shouted loudly: "Your Excellency Dean~!"

Vabador shook the reins to meet him, nodded to him on horseback, and said, "General Marreton, it's been a long time." ”

Marretton smiled bitterly at Vabador, his mood quite complicated. He had been fighting this Semitic army for five months, and he had to do everything in his power to fight them.

But Vabador came with a large army and defeated them in one fell swoop.

In this battle, although he made a lot of efforts, he only got one cooperation achievement in the end. Destined to be a supporting character.

Although he had a lot of military exploits and rewards, the name of the victor at the Battle of Pad in the history books would only be Vabador, not the Marquis of Marreton.

In the history books, the position of the Marquis of Marleton will probably be in a certain line of inconspicuous notes, and it is estimated that it must be in the history books of the university, and the elementary and secondary schools will not mention anything.

This kind of thing, just thinking about it makes the Marquis of Marleton depressed and want to bang his head against the wall.

"But now is not the time to count on the merits of the war, there are more important tasks waiting for us," the Marquis of Marleton resisted the urge to spit on Valbador's smiling old face, and said: "The enemy army is retreating, what should we do next?"

Although the Ruman Legion and the Maple Leaf Danlin Alliance are allies, they have no subordinate relationship, they are considered partners, and they can only be discussed in case of trouble.

Vabador looked to the south, where the Maple Leaf Danlin coalition army broke through, and said, "Your Excellency, can your army still fight?"

Marretton was stunned for a moment, shook his head honestly, and said, "They have been fighting all night, and they will be tired and can't get up." ”

Vabador spread his hands and said, "It's the same with our coalition forces, they have fought two battles in a row, around you. ”

Marretton looked around, and saw that many of the coalition soldiers were exhausted, and in such a cold weather, they were lying on the ground sleeping, snoring one after another.

It's daytime, and the city is still burning, which gives them a lot of heat, otherwise these puppies will definitely freeze and get sick.

"My people are also at their limits. Vabador then pointed to the sky, which was a pale blue in the morning of spring, vast and clear, and said, "The fortress of war has run out of energy, and must go back to replenish it, and it will take two days to come back." What are we going to do to stop the demons from retreating?"

The Marquis of Marleton let out a long sigh helplessly and said, "Then let them go away like this?"

Vabadore rolled his eyes and said, "Go ahead." ”

The group then mounted their horses and galloped south.

After passing through the city and running for a few more miles, the southern Semitic camp appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Tens of thousands of Ruman's legions marched into the camp from the east, and they fought the Semites all night at night, pinning them down, and had just withdrawn.

To the west of the Juman Legion, the Semitic army was withdrawing from the main camp and moving rapidly westward. Apparently they had received news of the defeat and were preparing to flee at this time.

However, one of them was still left after the break, covering the withdrawal of the main force.

Their courage is really admirable, because staying at this time is almost a death.

The Marquis of Marreton hated the fleeing Semitic army, his face turned black and blue, and then he said in a deep voice: "I will return to the city of Ruman, and I can't delay a day, but the remaining enemy ......"

"Leave it to us," Vabador said with a sudden smile like an old fox, "and our coalition will meet them." ”

Marretton hesitated, then nodded vigorously, and said, "Then please leave it to Your Excellency the Dean." I'm going to reorganize my army and return to the city of Ruman, where the fighting situation is even more urgent. ”

Soon, the Ruman regiment in the southern camp retreated, and they had to return to Kirk to repair a little, and then gallop all the way back to Juman to lift the siege of Joman.

At this time, the fight under Ruman City was fierce.

Although Grand Duke Ruman held back the enemy's main force to the death, the troops responsible for the roundabout encirclement were hastily put together, and their combat effectiveness was not optimistic.

And once the enemy finds that he is surrounded, he will inevitably desperately break through.

Therefore, in order to ensure that the enemy can be destroyed 100%, the Grand Duke needs him to lead this elite army, block the enemy's retreat, and close the floodgates.

The Marquis of Marleton led his army to withdraw, and the coalition forces then took over the positions of the Rumans, and the exhausted coalition soldiers seized the time to rest, intending to recover their bodies, and then rushed out to swallow the enemy in one gulp.

However, while the plan was good, the Semites were not fools either.

At noon, while the Feng army was having lunch, the last Semitic division after the battalion was interrupted also left the camp and hurried west.

Because they were afraid that the coalition forces would suddenly attack them at this time, the entire division retreated while still leaving a part of the army behind from time to time.

From the time they retreated, the standard alternate cover tactics could be used, and this division was also an elite force.

The coalition forces immediately followed, and although the soldiers were tired enough, the morale was high, and the joy of victory made them excited, and the feeling was like taking drugs.

But Vabadore did not order an attack on this Semitic division, but only let the troops follow for miles, more like a gift to the country.

He and his staff officers at the headquarters rode up a hill to look at the evacuated Semitic division.

The other party was only more than two miles away from here, and the cavalry could reach with a charge, and on the horizon, the other Semitic divisions had long since disappeared.

The staff officer next to him held a telescope and glanced at the opponent's military flag, then held a picture album and turned a few pages, and said: "The military flag should be the sixth division of the other party's Praetorian Guard, the first-class main force, with a full strength of 12,000 people, and has not participated in other battles before." ”

"Dashuai, do you want to eat them?"

"This is the Demon Praetorian Guard Division, trump card~!"

"It's a big deal to kill them. ”

"Come on, big boss, I'm willing to play as a striker. ”

"Let's go~!"

The officers were gearing up and eager to try, and in their eyes, this Praetorian Guard division was a piece of meat on the board.

Vabador waved his hand to stop his men's cries for battle, and said, "Let them go, the young man is too tired."

The enemy's Praetorian Guards were all hard-boiled, and the casualties were too great to fight for, and if possible, they were to be left to the war fortresses or artillery to deal with. ”

"Yes......" The officers reluctantly agreed, and slipped away with a military feat that could be knighted.

Vabador glanced at his subordinates, snorted coldly, and said secretly in his heart: Do you want me to tell you that we can win this battle because of this Sixth Division of the Praetorian Guard.

This secret will probably be buried in my heart forever.

Wabadore watched the Sixth Division go all the way, and secretly said in his heart, probably the commander of the division on the other side was also here, I don't know what he would think in his heart.

He suddenly remembered the Praetorian Guard general who died in battle, and his mood was quite complicated for a while.

"How can I be like a girl, what do I care about~!" Vabadore suddenly smiled, put aside the sentimental thoughts in his heart, and said secretly: Anyway, Lao Tzu won the battle, which is enough to go down in history, and this life is worth it.

Now it's time to think about how to get more credit, and you can't treat your little cubs badly.

"Record~!" Wabador suddenly shouted excitedly: "Our department has completely defeated the demons and their vassal armies in the Kingdom of Kiel on the morning of February 28, and annihilated the enemy......"

Speaking of this, Vabador suddenly hesitated, turned back and asked, "The enemy claims to have a lot of troops?"

"Four hundred thousand, counting the vassal army, is almost the same number. A general thought carefully and said seriously.

A general next to him smiled strangely and said, "Old Han, you are mistaken, it is obviously 500,000." ”

Everyone was stunned at the same time, according to the battle report, it was obviously more than 300,000, which had been counted several times, and there could be no mistake.

One person was the first to react, with a suddenly realized expression, and said loudly: "You all remember wrong, it's 550,000." ”

Everyone understands at the same time that this is to repay the merit~!

Of course, the more the merrier.

Someone shouted and rushed: "600,000~!"

"Uh-huh...... Vabadore coughed, stopping his men from continuing to increase the weight, and they said that they would soon be able to add a million, even if he was thick-skinned.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand is enough, and no matter how much Lorraine's kid should not admit it. Vabador waved his hand and said in a loud voice: "Destroy 500,000 enemies." ”

The enemy claims to be 550,000, and only 50,000 or 60,000 flee from the battlefield, isn't it just 500,000 enemies, even if you bring the Ruman Legion, on average, one legion will kill more enemies than yourself, this is a great victory.

"The kingdom of Kiel has been completely liberated. Wabadore's old face lit up excitedly, and said: "Our army is about to move westward, and victory will definitely belong to us~!"

Send it to the United Nations and the Lorraine boy, let "Red Maple Leaf" be opened, and let the whole world know before the evening, remember to attach the sequence of all the participating troops and call the generals. ”

The generals couldn't close their mouths with a smile, this old man is righteous, and when he reaps benefits for himself, he never forgets his younger brother.

"What's next......" Vabadore glanced at his legionnaires one by one, raised his voice, and shouted forcefully, "We're going to kick the balls of the undead high priest~!"

(To be continued)