"Master Sergeant, can the enemy believe in our begging for surrender?"

"Unless the enemies are all idiots, they will never believe us. The Wells Legion started all the way, and our enemies probably have heard of these things about us."

"That"

"I am betting that they also hope that we can surrender. The enemy's target is Fort Marsi, and I guess they don't know that Fort Marsi has been captured. Now they are blocked here, and I want to end the battle as soon as possible to support Fort Marsi. In this case, why don't we give them a chance? Let's put down our weapons and have a good talk, so that we can avoid unnecessary casualties and do our best to complete the orders of the adults."

Jafar, who was standing beside him, dragged his chin with his right hand, nodded thoughtfully, expressing his agreement, but there was still a serious face on his face, and blood on his forehead and cheeks that were vaguely seen fighting against the enemy.

"What if the enemy sees through our tricks? We have lost more than twenty soldiers, including two squadron leaders and a squadron leader, and many injured people. If the enemy forces attack, with our remaining troops, I'm afraid." Jafar suddenly frowned, wiped his hands with his exhausted eyes, and then looked at Angus.

Angus certainly knew that Jafar's concerns were not unreasonable.

"Brothers of Jafar", Angus stretched out his right hand and gently patted Jafar's shoulder standing on the right. With a burst of whispering from the chain mail, he continued, "Everyone here is the one who leads troops to fight and has long put life and death aside. The more this happens, the more necessary we as senior commanders of the legion, as we are at the top of the army, the soldiers below dare to fight against the enemy. Moreover, no matter whether the enemy is present or not, we may not necessarily fall in the end. Lord will definitely send troops to rescue us." Angus looked up at the direction of Fort Marsey.

Jafar nodded heavily, clenched his right fist and punched his left twice.

"Swear to be loyal to you sir!"

"Swear to be loyal to you sir!" The officers around you spoke in unison.

The enemy command tent was commanded by the enemy's camp outside the iron-walled cart formation. A middle-aged man wearing long-sleeved chain mail, a gold wire-edged belt, a gray-white cloak burqa on the outside, a bucket helmet, and a silver-shining knight broadsword in his left hand facing the gate of the camp tent, strolling back and forth, and from time to time, he stroked the gray-white beards on his chin with his right hand.

Just as the officers were talking in a low voice, the viscount led the soldiers turned around and asked the commanders sitting on both sides of the wooden table in the center of the camp, "What do you think, please tell me."

When the officers saw the Viscount's words, they looked around first, hoping that others would express some great opinions. Before they could, no one answered. Seeing this, the viscount led the army glanced at the group of guys who only knew how to loot the oil and oil of the people in the territory. They immediately became angry and shouted: "You group of waste, Pingli, for the slightest profit, can fight for the slightest profit, and even fight. Now when you are fighting, you are reluctant to give up money and goods, and you are reluctant to give up. When you are distributing spoils after the war, you can speak one by one, and you can fight one by one."

"If the Marquis ordered the killing of the enemy to be rewarded with two thousand Finneys, and the killing of the enemy and the promotion of the Lord Knight, you would be willing to let your subordinates attack the group of Welsh corps' bastards."

The Viscount of the Leader of the Soldier is the fact that killing the enemy is the fastest way to make money and the quickest way to become an official. As long as they give their subordinates enough confusion, they can even try their best. After all, there are too few opportunities, and everyone wants to seize it. However, Kodor has not been through war for many years and is devoted to farming and doing business. The combat effectiveness of the soldiers is far inferior to that of other provinces. He has no choice but to use the method of filling the head to kill the enemy, which indirectly leads to an astonishing battle ratio of nearly 10 to 1. Although he has 150 heavy cavalrymen with strong strength, facing the unprecedented chariot formation, the cavalry's advantage is not maximized.

"Everyone who is jealous of money is almost unable to bear it. I send someone to ask for peace, but you have no idea." After that, the viscount led the army was flushed, he picked up the wooden cup of beer on the table and drank two mouthfuls, wiped the juice left on his beard, and burped two times.

At this time, a young knight looked up at the viscount who was angry and said angrily, "That group of bastards may be a fraud."

The viscount of the leader of the army focused his eyes on the young knight and looked up and down. Yes, he clearly remembered this guy, this desperate guy. Perhaps because of his bravery, maybe just like others, for the head of two thousand Finneys and ambitions, he led his subordinates to rush to the front. Of course, the closer the people who were approaching the formation of the chariot, the faster they would meet God. But this guy was very lucky, but he was slightly injured and injured his arm with a bow and arrow by the soldiers of the Welsh regiment behind the formation of the formation. But the soldiers under his command had no God's blessing and suffered heavy casualties.

The viscount signaled him to continue.

The young knight stood up, holding the right arm with his left hand, where the wound was bandaged, and the cloth strip was soaked with bright red blood.

"Please think about it carefully. Those bastards have been entangled with us for several days. Why did they suddenly come to beg for surrender today? This is obviously to buy time for the army that captured Fort Marsey."

The young knight swallowed and continued.

"Fort Marsey is built on a high place, easy to defend but difficult to attack. The general army will definitely not be able to capture it if it is not ten or half a month. Our army has been tangled by the Welsh Legion's bastards all the way north. Their purpose is to delay our advancement and buy time for the main attacking army. Seeing that we are still one day away, they suddenly come to beg for surrender, and there must be some tricks here."

"I'm afraid everyone here has heard that the Welsh Legion's people are known for their tricks. Even the Swabian army and the Lombardy army have suffered their losses, and even Lord Bernard cannot be spared. How can we easily believe that they are here to surrender?"

The viscount of the leader touched his gray beard and smiled a little on his face. He said to the officers in front of him, "Look, take a look. If we had more of these brains and courageous guys, we would have chopped the bunch of pieces into pieces."

While the Viscount was talking, a man with the lord looked like a man spoke.

"Great Viscount, what if those savages of the south truly surrendered to us?"

"Once they sincerely surrender, we can lead our troops north directly, quickly support Fort Marsey, and join forces sent by the Marquis to encircle the Welsh Legion." The lord obviously thought about it.

The viscount led the army fell into deep thought again.

After a while, after arguing with the people in command of the camp, the viscount of the leader decided to test the other party first, asking the other party to put down the weapons in his hand, open the car array and surrender. If he did not surrender, he would immediately attack at all costs.

Below the hill on Fort Marsey Road, the Welsh Legion blocking vehicle array was approaching the hillside, and Angus was discussing with Jafar and Lunision, who was injured in the waist, to deploy the next wave of enemy attacks.

At this moment, the sentry hurriedly ran to the few people.

"Reporting to the Lord, the enemy sent someone to shout, and he was just outside the chariot formation with an arrow."

The three of them looked at each other. Angus said, "It's finally here!"

He got up and walked towards the top of the car.

The person who came was the young knight who was injured by an arrow.

Aside from an arrow, the young knight shouted loudly and asked the other party to send someone who could make the decision to negotiate the surrender, and the victor was proud. He followed him with two heavy armored infantry, holding a broad sword in his right hand and a shield in his left hand. Although he had a little bit of arrogance in his words, the young knight never dared to move forward. He knew in his heart that these guys were like wolves who had been hungry for a few days, biting people when they saw them. No matter how many people the other party had, they had extremely strong fighting will, very standardized tactical movements, and strict discipline. This was definitely something that the Kodor army could not compare with, like the Besanson Palace Guards. Although he was very reluctant to admit it, the best proof of his casualties and the arrow wounds on his right arm.

Seeing Angus appearing in the carriage, there was a herald of an obviously only knights to possess. The young knight greeted him politely, "Hello, Lord Knight. I came to tell your army that as long as you put down your weapons, open the chariot array and come out to accept the surrender of Lord Viscount, Lord Viscount promises that he will not blame you and let you live. And you can also give you some food, drinking, water, gold, silver and wealth, and you can disperse yourself."

Angus stared at the young knight, whose dark skin was radiating in the afternoon sunlight, and the knight's heraldic flag swayed left and right under the breeze. After hearing the young knight's words, Angus politely replied, "Hello, dear Knight. After a few days of fierce battle, we obviously could not hold on. There was no enough water and food, and there were heavy casualties. Fort Marsey, the Lord Yat and the others attacked were not good, and they could not break through the Fort Marsey, which was as strong as a rock fortress in the strong city. Under the city's strength, hundreds of soldiers from the Welsh Legion were piled up."

Angus paused, with a serious expression, and sighed with helplessness. Jafar and Lucillion, who were standing behind Angus' chariot, covered their mouths and laughed. They had never seen their sergeant commanders so fool people. If they hadn't worked together for so long, they would have been unable to believe it. Lucillion smiled and covered their wounds.

Angus sighed and continued.

"I have already persuaded my elders not to go deep into Kodorfu alone, nor to capture the highland fortress like a copper wall fortress fortress. First, we have no support, and second, we have to go deep into the enemy's territory, and food and supplies cannot be replenished at all. To capture Fortress fortress is a dead end."

Angus paused, looked at the young knight opposite him with a proud look on his face, so he continued.

"Now what I said has come true. The Marquis of Kodor from the north sent troops to encircle us. Now the pursuers in the south are also pursuing soldiers. We have no way out. I can't watch my soldiers die in vain, so I am willing to surrender to the Viscount. But for a few days, the Kodor soldiers were killed and injured. If my men put down their weapons and opened the formation of chariots, I'm afraid the Kodor soldiers will slaughter us like cutting melons and vegetables."

"So please go back and tell the Lord Viscount that we can surrender, but we need Lord Viscount to promise in front of all the officers and soldiers that he will never slaughter any Welsh army soldier who put down his weapons and walked out of the formation of the chariots."

The young knight thought for a while. Although he was full of hatred for the group of murderous devils in front of him, he heard that Fort Marcie had not yet been captured and the Welsh army lost hundreds of troops, so he relaxed his guard and said to Angus, "Please wait for a moment, and I will go back and report to Lord Viscount. I believe Lord Viscount will let you go." After that, he ran towards his command camp.
Chapter completed!