On the road to the north of Tyniec County, taking advantage of Odo's order to repair on the spot, Kazak, the captain of the first flag of the first company, stopped running, took the water bag handed over by the guard, and tore open the wood.

He poured it into his mouth, and the cold water made his throat irritate, and Kazak choked.

He wiped the water stains from his mouth and asked the guard beside him who was also out of breath: "Have the enemy caught up?"

The guard soldier took a few breaths, glanced back at the north, and replied: "I didn't catch up with him, and I f*cked away from the north again~"

"Ah? Not chasing again? Come on, let the brothers drink water and eat something to rest. We will catch up again in a while." Since late last night until the sun is setting, the two teams have performed this situation several times.

A drama, and Kazak also knew that Odo did this to delay the enemy and buy time for the large group behind him to catch up.

The guard soldiers ran to give orders to several squadrons. Kazak also took out a small piece of the valley's special compressed bread from the small bag on his waist, then put it to his mouth and crooked his mouth to knock off a small piece with his teeth, and then

He chewed it loudly.

This pressed special bread has a harder texture than rye bread. It has gone through several processes such as drying, grinding, adding ingredients, and pressing on the basis of ordinary hard bread baked in a fire. It is smaller and has a better texture.

The wheat flour that is not as hard as bread is whole wheat flour, and it is also mixed with a small amount of minced meat, dried fruits and salt and spices, so it tastes better than rye bread. The most important thing is that this thing is very hungry, and it is only a piece of bread the size of a fist.

After grinding it and putting it into a soup bowl, it can be soaked in two large bowls of wheat paste, and an ordinary soldier can eat half of it in one meal.

"Water!" Kazak choked on the compressed bread.

Another guard soldier quickly handed the water bag in his hand to Kazak, and Kazak took it and took two sips and then beat his chest to feel relieved.

As soon as Kazak finished drinking the water, the figure of Odo riding a horse at the rear of the formation came closer and said, "Kazak, can you guys still fight?"

Kazak glanced at the guards around him, then looked around at the flag soldiers who were desperately chewing compressed bread, and replied firmly: "We can still fight!"

"Okay, your flag team will be at the head of the formation in a while, and the enemy will probably not turn around to pursue us again. This time we will rush directly into the enemy camp and hold the enemy back with our lives." Otto felt that this cruising pursuit was a good idea.

The "conspiracy" probably won't be of much use, this time we really have to trade lives for time.

Kazak was an officer and a veteran. He saw the determination in Odo's eyes. Without saying much, Kazak immediately forced the flag soldiers who had just stopped to take a drink of water to get up and start chasing again.

On the other side of the road, the western frontier troops turned back in pursuit for the fifth time without success.

They were teased repeatedly by the pursuers like fools. This time they said nothing and did not want to pay attention to the group of bastards who were chasing after them again.

However, Sauron has regained his composure after the most furious madness. The army behind him has returned to a mile away, and the pursuers have begun to shed their burdens. Maybe this time they are really going to fight.

"Sir, the enemy will probably not play tricks on us again. Are you going to turn around and face the enemy again?" The adjutant of the Western Army dismounted and walked. After several repeated struggles, the horse's strength was exhausted.

Sauron lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Leave fifty men to block the enemy, and the rest of the army will quickly go north to meet the baggage train. After joining the baggage train, they will immediately return to the rescue."

Two hundred, seventy and eighty men fighting against more than 120 and 30 enemies have a good chance of winning, but fifty weak soldiers who have been hungry for a few days and have been running all day and night cannot say that they can hold off twice as many enemy soldiers.

"Sir~this~"

"There's nothing wrong with this. I'm sending an order to select fifty elite soldiers from each flag team!" Sauron shouted angrily at his adjutant Alban.

The adjutant reluctantly ordered each flag team to select elite soldiers to go to the rear, but no flag captain was willing to put his most elite soldiers behind to die, so when the pursuers were about to charge, each flag team only selected three

Forty old and weak soldiers.

Sauron was furious. He got on his horse and drew his sword, shouting loudly: "What time has it been? Military order: All officers above the squadron captain in the Western Border Army Corps will be retained, and the remaining vacancies will be selected by each flag team. I

I will personally lead the bodyguards to the rear to stop the enemy! If the rearguard team dares to flee, the bodyguards will kill them on the spot!"

"Even if I don't die today, I will settle the score afterwards!"

As soon as Sauron spoke, the six mounted guards around him all drew their weapons from their waists, looking ready to kill anyone at any time.

They had no choice but to disobey military orders. When the officers of the Western Army heard that they had to stay and rear, and seeing that Viscount Sauron's posture was not negotiable, they could only kick the old, weak and remnant soldiers back to the team, and selected their most elite soldiers one after another.

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Seeing that those officers wanted to keep all their men to save their lives, Sauron shouted coldly again: "Each flag team can only have ten people at most!"

The officers had to select the strongest among the selected soldiers.

The rear blocking team of fifty people was quickly assembled. The officers stripped off all the better armor from the lucky ones who were not left behind and put them on the rear soldiers. At this time, the lives of the soldiers around them were at risk.

That's the most precious thing.

Sauron's Western Army pulled over his adjutant Alban and ordered: "Alban, you take the rest of the people and go north immediately to join the baggage train, and then lead the baggage train south quickly for rescue. We may not be able to hold on for long, let alone

Besides, the team behind them must also come up, otherwise they won’t really fight hard.”

Albon is a real person and he knows that this is not a pretense. "Sir, you must resist. I will immediately take the guys to join the baggage team to come to the rescue." After saying that, he jumped on the horse and led the rest.

The more than two hundred lucky soldiers under the banner ran north...

............

The front line of the Welsh Army faced off against the rear guard of the Western Frontier Army. The battle began with the low and rapid sound of bull horns from both sides.

Line formation, square formation, shield formation, wedge formation, breakthrough in the middle and encirclement on both wings, cavalry assault and infantry attack...

These inscrutable tactics and tactics are all gone at this time.

Both sides are soldiers who have run out of breath. At this time, it is not easy to wear armor, raise weapons and roar towards the opposite side. There is still energy and physical strength to think about troublesome things such as how to arrange troops.

Defeating the enemy or being knocked down by the enemy is the simplest and most direct way to fight.

However, after all, we are all professional soldiers in the legion. The only way to support our families every day is training and fighting, so there is still a certain order to the seemingly chaotic charge against each other.

Especially the soldiers pursuing the Welsh Legion. They have been well fed, clothed and warm recently, and they are not exposed to wind and rain, so their physical strength and morale have prevailed. In addition, all the officers are elites who have survived the battle and have received training.

After a short period of tactical training, under the leadership of key officers, the seemingly chaotic charging formation of the Welsh Legion was actually composed of small teams into many formations that looked out for each other.

On the other hand, the western border troops also know how to use battle formations, but at times like this, personal bravery is far more important to them than coordination in battle formations.

With the war going like this, both sides just want to end it as soon as possible.

Five hundred steps, walking forward, looking for shadows;

Four hundred steps, hurrying closer, drums beating and trumpets sounding;

Three hundred paces, jogging to gather momentum, the cavalry is dispatched;

Two hundred steps later, he raised his spear and drew his sword, drew his arrow and put on his bow;

One hundred steps, accelerating charge, arrows flying;

Thirty paces, open your eyes and roar, attack each other on foot and on horseback;

When the battle took place, the soldiers on both sides focused all their complaints and anger throughout the day and night on the conflicting swords, axes and hammers in their hands.

The two pieces of steel instantly hit bright red sparks, blood and limbs were flying in the air, the brains smashed out by the heavy hammer and the intestines cut open by the broad sword were scattered on the ground...

Five miles north of the Purgatory battlefield, Stanley, the captain of the task force, jumped off his horse and ran towards Angus, the commander of the northern blockade battle, before he could dismount his horse and stop. "Lord Angus, the enemy is less than two miles away from here.

Got it!"

"Odo and the others failed in landing?" Angus didn't expect that the two enemy teams were still approaching.

"Lord Odo and the others did not fail, but the enemy army left fifty soldiers behind to block Lord Odo's progress. It seems that the enemy army left a commander behind to lead the rear."

Angus was running his head rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.

"Stanley, please order the task force, cavalry and bandit suppression teams from the north to gather here immediately. We will go south to block the enemy's road. We can hold out as long as we can."

"But the north side~"

"It will take some time to clear the trap roadblocks in the north. It is impossible for their large troops to cross. As for whether the soldiers escorting food supplies will bypass the roadblocks and go south to support~~ we will wait until they arrive."

Angus gathered all the blocking teams in the shortest possible time, including the 20 cavalrymen of the Welsh Legion, the 12 task force members who survived the sneak attack and harassment, plus the thirty or forty men under Redoan.

A total of seventy warriors, including infantry and cavalry, abandoned their northern blocking positions and turned towards the Western Army coming from the south...

The explosive power of a person under extreme hunger and fear is amazing, especially knowing that there is everything to survive not far ahead.

The more than two hundred Western troops already know that they can survive if they break through the last obstacle in front of them, so at this time, there is no need for any encouragement and stimulation. The two hundred Western troops have turned into two hundred hungry wild wolves.

The hastily selected blocking battlefield was not suitable for cavalry roundabout operations, so the seventy or so infantry and cavalry led by Angus were not able to block all the crazy Western troops. After killing more than twenty enemies, Angus in order to preserve his strength

Si had to order his men to open a gap and allow most of the Western Army to continue heading north, but Angus rationally chose to rush south quickly to attack the rear of the Western Army.

His eyes turned to the bloody battlefield.

A black-robed soldier's body was covered in the blood of the enemy. In fact, he didn't take down many people, but he had chopped the corpse on the ground into a pile of flesh.

Seeing that the black-robed soldier who had been trained by him was still chopping up the body, Corondo kicked him with a bloody sword and cursed: "Are you chopping minced meat? You exhausted your energy and waited to be killed.

What? Military merit is calculated on a per-person basis, even if you chop him into ashes, it will only count as the first kill of the enemy."

The black-robed soldier staggered after being kicked. He was a little excited and crazy. He was about to turn around and look over. When he looked back, he saw his instructor and immediately stopped.

Seeing that the soldier was still in a daze, Colondo kicked him again, "Why the hell are you looking at me? Keep killing the enemy!"

The black-robed soldiers responded blankly and ran towards the place where the fierce battle was engulfed. Corondo also ran towards the Western Army officer who was surrounded and killed by two black-robed soldiers...

The Western Army is a professional legionnaire, and the Western Army who stayed behind is even more elite among the elite. In this critical moment of life and death, their combat power is maximized.

Although the two first standard corps of the Wells Legion were composed of capable veterans, they also had a large proportion of new recruits. The battle at Wincheston Manor was neither fierce nor cruel, so it seemed that they were facing more than half of their elite enemies at this time.

Some show weakness.

In just a short moment, the Western Army was charged into battle, and the Western Army suffered more than 20 casualties. The Welsh Army also paid a price of more than 30 people. With superior numbers, superior morale, and slightly superior physical strength, the battle losses were already excessive.

Already.

"Lord Odo, this group of Western troops is not easy to deal with. Our soldiers can't hold it any longer!" The half-helmet on Kazak's head sank into a shallow pit, and drops of blood fell from the dark red hair on his forehead.
To be continued...