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The rain came quickly.

When the moon goddess Ingrid had just revealed half of her face, the heavy black clouds brought her a thick veil, followed by a rare cool drizzle in this season, which was refreshing and refreshing.

The raindrops continued to hit the armor, forming a stream of red water that slid down the lines of steel and fell to the ground, revealing the armor that had been covered with vertical and horizontal sword marks, and carried away the heat attached to the fresh flesh and blood.

Gehr, who was sitting on horseback, removed his helmet, which had been somewhat deformed, and threw it away, his bare hair soon wet, and drooped down to almost cover his eyes.

It may be because his body is a little weak, when the rain slid down his face, he rarely felt a chill, and his shoulders shrank subconsciously.

However, his somewhat tired spirit improved a little because of this, and the stuffy pain in his body was also relieved a lot, and he immediately straightened his body on horseback, looked around at the dark shadows composed of mountains and woods around him, and then looked at the militiamen who were lighting torches to clean up the battlefield, and an inexplicable sigh floated in his heart.

Victory, finally victory!

He stretched out his right hand, covered in steel, and clenched it into a fist.

It had been a nightmare war before, and everyone did their best, almost everyone was wounded until they were exhausted. The cavalrymen who charged with him fell off their horses at the end of the battle, and some even fell unconscious, and then were moved back to their tents by the refugees who came to help for treatment.

A patchwork team of refugees in the face of pursuers who are far stronger than themselves. As a result, not only survived, but also completely routed the enemy. It sounds incredible, but it's true. Facts happening right in front of you.

Maybe someone leaves or lies on the cold ground and never gets up, some grieve or some cry, but most of them survive this catastrophe, and that's worth it, isn't it?

Refugees and militiamen who came and went walked past Gehr, all looking up at him with convincing and awe, and they understood how today's victory had come about, and it was the young man in front of him who had brought it.

Looking at him now sitting firmly on horseback, everyone is full of confidence.

A tug of the horse's reins. The horse turned obediently, and led Gehr away from the dark red swamp that stretched in all directions, and returned to the camp.

When the militiamen saw Gehr returning, they hurried up, lifted him off his horse, and unloaded his knight's armor—a very difficult task, for the armor was full of all sorts of cuts, some of which were even deformed, and there were blood, flesh, and entrails that had not been washed away by the rain. It's troublesome to want to be able to do without hurting Geer's body.

When the armor was removed, Lucarin, who had received the news, rushed over with a few members of the church - the people of the church of Ingrid generally have good medical skills, and this is one of their daily learning projects.

Soon spirits and strips of cloth boiled in water were brought in. After carefully removing the linen underwear that had been mixed with blood and stuck to Gel's skin with a knife, he began to wash his wounds with spirits. Perform a bandage.

Gehr took a glass of ale and poured it down. A hot current of heat suddenly rose from the abdomen, mixed with the burning pain of the wound as it was cleaned. It became a very strange feeling.

"The outposts and the camp defenses must not be slackened, lest any scattered enemy run back. There are also battlefields to be sorted out as soon as possible. Our war dead have to get their bodies out and bury them. Tombstones are erected, and the corpses of the enemy are to be dug and buried in a big pit to avoid the plague, understand?" Gehr looked at his adjutant.

"Understood, I'll take care of it. Lucarin nodded in response.

"I'm relieved to have you here. The doctor was cleaning the piercing wound on Geer's left shoulder with strong liquor, causing his muscles to twitch, and after a while, after the sharp pain at the wound had subsided, he continued the conversation in a hoarse voice, "Where's Sylvia?"

"Her Royal Highness the princess is taking the church physicians to treat the wounded soldiers, rest assured, our princess is very smart. Lucarine looked at Gil worriedly. "It's your ...... hurt"

"There's nothing wrong with my injury, just rest for a while. Gehr is very clear about his injuries, although they are a little serious, but with the help of the combat medical module, as long as he is not crippled or seriously injured, his recovery ability is far beyond ordinary people, that is, it is only a few days.

"Then I'll go first, you have a good rest. ”

After Gehr's injuries were taken care of, Lucarin left with the men and left him to rest alone.

When Gehr awoke from his deep sleep and left his tent in full dress, he saw a rain-washed land, and the strong smell of blood was faint, replaced by the fresh aroma of plants and trees and the fragrance of the earth, and I thought that the plants here should be more lush next year.

Moving slightly, stepping on the muddy water, Gehr made his way towards the center of the camp, and the refugees along the way saluted when they saw him.

In the open space in the center of the camp, several cauldrons had been erected, steaming hot, carrying the aroma of food to the noses of every hungry person.

Gell saw Mankic receiving food at a glance, and he was particularly recognizable above the others.

Mankic, who had taken the food, looked back and saw Gehr, and after saying hello, he returned to the food collection point, took another piece of food, and walked towards Gehr.

Gehr was not pretentious, he took the food and ate it, and now he especially needed to eat.

"How many of the enemy have fled?" asked Gehr after the two had finished eating. As for the captives, Geer would not ask at all, this sudden invasion and the subsequent slaughter had turned the two peoples into immortals, unless there would be a living mouth left for torture and intelligence, and the others would have been sent to their gods long ago, and the result would be the same if the captives lost their value again.

"I ran more than a hundred, no more than one hundred and fifty at most. Mankic's voice was full of excitement and pleasure, and then he said the answer that Gehr had already expected: "We'll kill all the rest." This time, the strength of the church in the Elebrock area has been severely damaged, and I have tortured several prisoners. They are almost running out of food, and they want to escape from here back to Elybrock. At least half of the staff will be reduced. ”

Gell nodded, agreeing with Mankic.

"What about our casualties?"

"It's not going to be good. After hearing this question, Mankic's expression was a little solemn, "Nearly half of the militia team suffered casualties, and there are about forty people who can re-fight in a short period of time, the hunters are in good condition, and there are twenty-three, and the combat effectiveness is quite complete, as for the cavalry, you and me." There are also thirty-one people, and in a short time they have lost their combat effectiveness. ”

Mankic then recounted the situation. In last night's battle, the militia was no less heroic than the charging cavalry, fighting bravely against three times their own church soldiers, and finally survived until the cavalry won and came to support, and the front and rear flanking attacks completely routed the church soldiers, but the militia also suffered heavy losses, and the militia commander Senede also fell under a stray arrow.

Speaking of the village chief from Blue Leaf Village, Gehr's memory immediately conjured up his image. The first meeting a few days ago was still vivid, and Gehr also sighed lightly.

As for the cavalry, it is not to be described as heavy casualties, except for the twenty cavalry casualties led by Mankic who attacked the church soldiers, which were acceptable, and the side of Gehr was almost equal to the total annihilation. Except for Gehr, none of the more than a dozen cavalrymen who followed him to the battlefield alive could get up now, and they were all lying on hospital beds. A few more lost their breath at the moment of victory.

"It's a pity. That's Mankic's summing up.

Gehr knew that he was not only deploring the sacrifice of the brave warriors, but also that they had missed the best opportunity to retake Elibrock.

If the troops of the refugees can maintain a considerable combat effectiveness after the battle. Then it is entirely possible to go straight to Elybrock and launch a surprise attack before the news of the defeat is transmitted back there by these routs. There is a good chance of recapturing Eliebrock, who was in the hands of the Church Army, which has been greatly weakened.

It's just a beautiful fantasy. In the face of overwhelming pursuers, it is already rare to be able not to be wiped out, and to be able to win a battle, so that the pursuers are completely defeated and even their commander is beheaded by the sword, it is already a miracle, and it is only an unrealistic reverie to preserve the strength to attack Elie Bullock.

"There will be a chance. Gell patted Mankic on the shoulder, casually comforting.

"Of course, with the guidance of adults, we will definitely win. Mankic nodded violently, and the big man who looked rough looked at Gehr with a look of faith at this time.

Originally, under the blow of successive defeats, the collapse of the Knights, and even the reality that the kingdom of Haysting would fall, although Mankic was still full of confidence on the surface in order to maintain the morale of his subordinates, in fact, he knew very well how desperate he was at that time.

So after meeting the seventeenth princess Sylvia, he couldn't wait to hand over the military power to the young her, and he didn't care whether the young princess could shoulder this responsibility, because at that time, the pressure from all sides and the hopeless future had weighed down this originally strong warrior about to collapse.

Survive.

That was Mankic's idea at first, but he didn't expect Gehr to be able to do what he is now. His bravery and fearlessness were like a warm flame in the darkness, giving hope to these desperate people, and now no one did not believe that this young man could lead them out of their predicament.

If only he could be Princess Sylvia's husband.

Suddenly, a thought came to Mankic's mind, getting stronger and stronger, and then his whole body became excited. However, he still couldn't resist not telling Gehr in front of him about it, he felt that this idea needed to be carefully considered, and it was best to find some reliable people to discuss it and find a reliable method.

Watching Mankic, who was suddenly in high spirits, say goodbye and leave, Gehr was a little strange, but this unimportant matter quickly left his head.

Not far away, his companions were smiling...... (To be continued......)