At noon on the second day after the capture of Fort Marsi, the sea of ​​fire in the castle was basically extinguished, but after the raging fire hell, Marsi Fort Marsi was ruined.

It was hard for Yat to imagine that the power of hatred would be so terrifying. The Western Frontier Army leader who was once beaten to death by Yat in the Battle of North of Tinets County had already planned to be broken, so the granary arsenal in the castle and the arsenal of more than a dozen wooden houses were placed in advance and tinder oil was prepared. At the moment when the Marsey Fort broke through, the defending commander threw Marsey into the sea of ​​fire at the command, and then he chose the most indecent way to end himself.

This made it difficult to attack the Wells Legion in Fort Marsey.

The siege battle had already exhausted its energy. I originally thought that I would be repaired after entering the city, but I never thought that I had to go to various places in the city to put out the fires without even having time to pour it down. The most important thing is that although the outer city was broken, there were still remaining enemies who resisted in the city. The soldiers had to put out the fires at the risk of being burned, while also being wary of the remaining enemies who might rush out from the streets and alleys at any time.

Standing at the commanding height of the slightly broken Fort Marcieux South Wall, Yat was anxious.

After half of the soldiers were put into putting out the fire, the two largest fires in the granary arsenal had been controlled, but it is hard to say how many food and grass weapons could be left after a big fire.

The main reason why Yat had to take Fort Marsey was that it was a dangerous place. The Wells Legion, which drove straight into the enemy's territory, needed such a castle that was easy to defend and difficult to attack as a nail.

But if it is a dangerous place without food and equipment, it can only become a tomb of the Wells Legion standing in the mountains. When the enemy comes, there is no need to attack. If it surrounds you for a month or two, you can starve the elite troops in the castle to death.

So Yat must keep the granary of Fort Marsey, at least most of the food.

The wooden ladder of the whistle tower heard the sound of rapid footsteps, covered in charcoal, with charcoal gray, and her eyebrows and hair curled up to the whistle tower.

"Odo, is the granary fire extinguished?" Yat turned around and asked Odo who was in charge of siege and commanded the fire extinguishing.

"Big~~" Odo planned to speak, but his throat was so dry that he could not speak normally. He squeezed out a mouthful of foam and swallowed it, and then replied in a hoarse voice: "Sir, the fire in the granary is basically extinguished, but half of the food is burned. The remaining food is probably lasting for up to three months."

For half of the remaining food, the Wells Legion paid the price of five deaths and three serious injuries. One of them was choked to death by the fireworks in the granary, and the remaining casualties came from the enemy soldiers ambushed in the granary and fought to the death.

After staring at the city for a moment, Yat slapped at the railing of the sentry tower hard, "Three months is enough!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the saith staircase, and ordered Odo beside him: "Odo, Fort Marsey has been taken down, but the sergeant is still fighting the pursuers to death. I must go to the sergeant. You will personally lead a warship company and all the baggage personnel to stay in Fort Marsey. Be sure to completely put Fort Marsey under our control before dark."

"In addition, after settling down for Fort Marsi, we immediately sent a small group of elite troops to establish an outpost north. The pursuers behind have not yet repelled, and the enemy blocking in front is coming soon."

Odo took the water bag from Ron and took it and immediately followed, "Sir, the remaining enemies in the city have basically been pacified. However, this war captured more than 70 enemy defenders. How to deal with it?"

Attres paused. The enemy troops stationed in Fort Marsey were not ordinary local Kodor troops. They mainly came from the border troops of the Thorne province and had formed endless hatreds in the north of the county. Such enemies were always a hidden danger even if they surrendered.

"All officers above the apprentice knights are imprisoned and executed secretly. We must clear the position of the landlord for the future reward of the new army. The rest of the soldiers who kill the enemy will be executed." Yat was not planning to soften his heart.

"Yes, sir!" Odo responded simply.

"Ron, assemble the Second Company and the Heavy Armored Infantry, the Crossbow Team will follow me to the back formation to meet the sergeant."

"By the way, bring Stanley with me."

Ron received the order and immediately jumped off the city wall and gathered troops in the city...

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"Bound arrows! Crossbow arrows! Send another bag of crossbow arrows."

"Spikeman, another spearman!"

"The right wing is about to break the formation, support the right wing immediately!"

The shouts of killing sounds were shocked by the hills and plains southwest of Fort Marsi.

In an open space with a steep hill, dozens of specially made iron-inserted four-wheeled carriages from the Wells Legion formed a semi-arc array. Except for more than thirty cavalry with slightly heavier armor, all the remaining soldiers were assigned to the carriage to throw bows and throw stones or poke spears into the wooden holes of the carriage to kill and injure the approaching enemy infantry and cavalry.

Outside the arc, more than 300 enemy troops hunting in the southern two counties of Kodor Province were breaking the formation regardless of casualties.

The half arc formed by the chariot became the sickle of the god of death, harvesting fresh lives.

The soldiers of the southern county in Kodor who were chasing were killed countless times by the weapons on the carriages. At the weak junction between the two cars, there were thick piles of corpses, including those of the Wells Legion, but more were the pursuers of Kodor.

As the commander of the battle, Angus did not rush to the carriage to participate in the front line of battle. He led more than 30 heavy cavalry to the back formation immediately, observing every part of the arc front line of the carriage at any time. Once a crack appeared in a certain defense line, he would immediately dispatch soldiers to rescue.

Seeing the enemy's fighting style at all costs, the cavalry captain Lucienang was a little anxious, "Sir, the enemy is completely filling the pit with human lives, and almost ten lives are exchanged for us as a soldier. Such casualties cannot afford it, and we cannot afford it, let alone the enemy is completely possessed today."

The soldiers of the southern county chasing Kodor had all rushed to the battlefield, with more than 500 people, including more than 150 heavy cavalry. With the advantage of military strength and combat strength, the pursuers chose to fight hard to exchange their lives for victory.

The Welsh Legion, which relies on the defense of the chariot, has also achieved a battle loss ratio of eight to ten to one.

The Wells Legion is no better than the county soldiers. As professional soldiers, their manufacturing costs are too high, and it is not cost-effective to fight with a group of county soldiers who have just broken away from the status of a farmer.

What's more, it was just noon, and there was still half a day before the blocking time stipulated by the Central Army Order.

"Of course I know that the war loss ratio is too great, but lord asked us to block the enemy for one day. Even if we fight for the last one, we must execute the military order." Angus was also anxious, but after the military discussion in the middle of the night yesterday, he came up with such a strategy of fighting against the enemy.

Last night, some people proposed to build traps based on hilly areas or deal with the enemy, but this proposal was immediately denied. Not to mention that the pursuers who had been stuck long ago would not give them time to set traps and ambush. Even if they set up ambush, the enemy would not necessarily be trapped, because there is more than one road to Fort Marsey. If the enemy finds that there is a trap, they can immediately change to other paths and approach Fort Marsey.

So in the end, everyone had to use the most primitive method to drag the enemy.

"Master Sergeant, I ask to lead the cavalry out of the chariot formation to disrupt the enemy's attack and give the brothers behind the chariot some chance to breathe and rest and treat the wounded." Lusinian took the initiative to fight, although he had just had a stomachache yesterday.

Angus looked at his cheeks that had not recovered from his blood loss and turned to Jafar, an adjutant of the cavalry team. "Jafar, you personally lead twenty cavalry out of the right wing and rush along the chariot formation."

Jafar had been waiting for a long time and rushed to the right wing with two cavalry squadrons...

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Woo~~~~long horn sound.

As the heavy cavalry led by Jafar completed the impact on the front of the chariot formation, the enemy soldiers attacking the chariot formation finally suspended their attacks and reorganized them. The soldiers' combat effectiveness was ultimately limited.

Jafar also returned to the chariot formation with two captured enemy soldiers.

"Sir, the Sergeant, caught two living people, and just asked them why they were so desperate. This didn't look like county soldiers." Jafar sent someone to push the two prisoners to Angus's war horse.

Angus signaled Lusinian, who drew his sword from his waist and jumped off his war horse, walked quickly to a prisoner who had been hit by a sword on his shoulder and asked directly: "Tell me, are you county soldiers?"

The prisoner with a wounded shoulder was obviously somewhat strong and ignored him.

Luciniang didn't ask the second sentence at all, raised his hand and raised his sword, and slashed at the prisoner. With a crack, most of the prisoner's neck was cut off, and his head was directly hung on his chest, which was extremely terrifying.

The head that Lusinian failed to cut off due to a abdominal injury caused an unexpected deterrent effect. When Lusinian's sword tip turned to the second captive, the guy was already shit and peeing.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I say, I say." There was no need for Lusinian to ask another word.

"We are the soldiers of the southern county. The reason why we are so desperate is that this morning the central army sent a military order. Each enemy leader was rewarded with two thousand Finneys, and the enemy leader was killed by more than two, and the Lord Knights were directly promoted. Even the brothers and families who died in battle could receive it. That's why the guys worked so hard." After saying that, the captives collapsed on the ground, waiting for the choice of fate.

The crowd was silent for a moment. No wonder today's enemy was even more willing to sacrifice his life than yesterday. It turned out that the pursuer commander had put forward such conditions that made people sacrifice their lives.

"Do you have reinforcements?" Angus asked.

"No more, except for a very small number of garrison troops in the southern two counties of Kodor, all the remaining troops are here. It seems that the city of Kodor has issued a secret order, asking us to rush to Fort Marci today. Master, I know so much, I really know so much, I beg Master not to kill me~ don't kill me~" The captive kowtowed like pounding garlic.

Angus thought for a moment, turned his head to look at the road behind the hills to Fort Marsey, then looked up at the pursuers ready to go outside the car formation, and lowered his head to the prisoner who was sank on the ground and said softly: "I won't kill you, I need you to go back and bring a word to your commander..."

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"What? Sum?"
Chapter completed!