On the road in the distance, groups of figures appeared. These figures in twos and threes, walking on the road and the wilderness on both sides, seemed to number in the hundreds.
Judging from their clothes, these people are all Byzantine-style uniforms or armors, but most of them are worn out, and there are even some guys, some without shoes, some without armor, and even some even There was no shirt at all, and the upper body was naked. The most surprising thing was that there were even some people who were even wrapped in a pair of underwear. These people ran powerlessly towards here, lost their souls, and looked ashamed, like a lost dog. Most of these people were wounded, their clothes stained with blood, and many people supported each other, staggering, and it looked like a miserable appearance!
A few warhorses finally appeared in the distance, but only the two frontmost warhorses were occupied, the saddles of the warhorses behind were empty, and the two knights at the front were sitting on their horses crooked. It is even more directly on the saddle, not knowing whether it is dead or alive.
The horsemen quickly passed the rout soldiers on foot and arrived at the gate of the camp first. The officers guarding the barracks did not open the door, but stood on the observation platform and stared sternly below. The archers on both sides were still holding their bows and arrows high. The arrow points below.
"Who! Report your identities! Otherwise, kill me!!"
The one on the horse on the left was riding, wearing tattered light armor, his face was covered in blood, and an arrow was stuck on his left shoulder behind his back! The hoarse voice was almost out of shape, and the voice was obviously crying: "I am the sergeant of the 9th Corps Scout Battalion! This is our battalion officer Captain Ross, he is seriously injured!! The 9th Corps has been completely defeated. Now! The Odins suddenly appeared and attacked our station! Our general led all the cavalry of the Guards and the scout battalion to cover the evacuation of the remnants after the break, and the general was dead! Only the two of us survived the broken army! "
After speaking, he finally exhausted his strength, turned over and fell off the horse, fell to the ground, and shivered, took out a badge from his arms and held it up, but he was unable to say a word.
The battalion officer guarding the gate is also an experienced old soldier. He did not immediately order the door to open, but stared at the person below and whispered, "Don't open the door, stay alert!"
With that said, he jumped off the observation platform, jumped outside the fence wall, pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, walked over to the man, picked up the badge and glanced at it. Then he looked at the dying man on the horse next to him, and his face changed wildly!
"Captain Ross Battalion? I know you! We drank together! You, you..."
The officer who was on the horse was dying. At this moment, he barely opened his eyes. His absent-minded gaze swept across the person in front of him. His lips trembled a few times, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"It's over... it's over... the ninth... the ninth regiment is over... the second, the second regiment is... it's over... yes, it's Black, Hastings, O, Odins, detours... detours... sneak attacks..."
Speaking of this, blood poured out of his mouth, and there was no more breath!
The battalion officer's expression was distorted, and he immediately turned around and shouted: "Open the door! Open the door! Medical officer!! Call all the medical officers here! Immediately!!!"
When the camp door opened, the panic-stricken soldiers seemed to finally have a glimmer of hope and rushed over like crazy.
The battalion officer's face was solemn, he gritted his teeth, and grabbed a subordinate next to him: "You immediately lead the people of your team to search nearby! Gather the defeated soldiers... At the same time, pay attention to the vigilance! If you encounter an enemy, do not touch, and report back immediately. !!"
As he said that, he quickly issued a few orders, and then frantically rushed to the Chinese army camp.
The news of the defeat was like a dark cloud, but in a moment, it spread throughout the entire station!
The Second Corps of the Middle Road, the Ninth Corps of the East Road, the whole army was defeated! The most famous general of the Odin Empire, the biggest nightmare in the heart of the Byzantine army, Odin Valkyrie, Hastings, used the method of surprise troops to make roundabout raids. Then, the whereabouts are unknown! !
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Although he is nominally an observation envoy sent by the military, in fact, many people are well aware that this Sir Bonfrett is most likely to come to the front line to mix up his qualifications and gilt. The large army set out to fight north, but the Sir Sir stayed behind at least a few hundred miles from the front line. What kind of "observation" is this
However, after all, in terms of status, the army is going north to fight, and the troops left behind are just some guard infantry soldiers, auxiliary soldiers and baggage transport personnel, and the highest military rank in the station is only a battalion officer. Sir Bonfret, who has the title of special envoy, became the number one person who stayed at the station.
When the garrison battalion officer flew to the tent of the central army, the sergeant had just woken up. The battalion officer almost forcibly kicked over the attendant guarding the tent and rushed in. The sergeant, dressed in snow-white silk Nightgown, sitting there, a handsome young squire with blond hair was standing in front of Sir Sir with a crystal mirror. The Sir Bonfret was carefully applying a creamy honey-milk to his handsome face—said to be the most popular skin care thing among the aristocratic circles of Osgilia in the imperial capital, It is blended with the finest goat's milk cheese, honey, and some special spices transported from the sea trade.
The battalion officer rushed into the tent, Lord Sir's face was smeared with a layer of snow white, when he saw the officer stumbled in, Sir Sir immediately called out in a sharp voice: "Damn! Who let you rush in!"
"Lord Observation... something big has happened." The camp official said with a gloomy face and quickly recounted what was going on outside.
Snapped!
The golden box in Bonfret's hand fell to the ground, and the milk was spread on the soft woolen blanket. Then the Sir Sir's body trembled uncontrollably.
"You you, you said, what did you say? Rout, Rout, Rout... Black, Hass... Hastings... Hit, hit, hit..."
Looking at the appearance of this Sir Sir, it seems that he will faint at any time. The battalion officer roared anxiously: "Sir! Now you are the top general of the station, please give your order immediately!"
"Ah! Oh, uh..." Bonfret seemed to come back to his senses, then jumped up like a rabbit and screamed: "Order! Order, what order!!"
The battalion officer's face was ashen, and he shouted loudly: "Of course it's an order!! You are the supreme general, what should we do now, naturally we have to get your order!"
"What, what to do..." Bonfret shuddered for a moment, and suddenly screamed frantically: "Of course it ran away!! Damn it! Damn it! Damn Second Corps! Damn Ninth Corps!! It's actually going to be defeated! Here comes Hastings! Are we still alive? Who can beat Hastings! Run, run! Run for your life!!”
He rushed into the back of the tent like a madman, and screamed while running barefoot: "Come on! Pack up! Damn it! Where's my coat! Where's my armor!! Idiot, go get the horse!! !"
The battalion officer's face trembled, and he strode up to block his way: "Sir! You can't run at this time! You are the main general here. Once you run first, the military will be in chaos. We..."
"Bastard! What are you talking about!" Bonfret pushed the officer away, screaming in a trembling voice: "Aren't you very strong! Aren't you the Thirteenth Corps! Hastings will be handed over to you to resist? Hell! You know who I am! Who am I!! If I get hurt a little, you, all of you will…”
He didn't care about yelling, he rushed into the tent inside and started yelling, and the few servants he brought hurriedly started to collect things.
The officer almost vomited blood, his eyes were red, and his teeth were gritted.
At this moment, two shouts came from outside the tent, "You can't go in!" Then there were two bangs, and then there were several muffled groans. The curtain of the big tent was torn open, and Xia rushed in from the outside with big strides. He glanced at the battalion officer, nodded to him, and whispered, "You go out and do what you need to do first, and I'll deal with this guy."
The battalion officer naturally recognizes Xia Ya. Xia Ya is a personal soldier beside General Adric, and his identity is much higher than that of ordinary soldiers. Besides, I heard that he came back injured this time and made a great contribution. got promoted. Xia Ya's reputation is quite famous among the left-behind soldiers stationed in the rear. Although this battalion officer has a much higher military rank than Xia Ya, he is also polite to him on weekdays. The general's personal soldiers are always better at talking here than a battalion officer in one of my auxiliary battalions. He nodded hard at Xi Ya and ran out anxiously.
Xia Ya didn't care much, and the two servants who ran out directly to stop them fell to the ground with one punch and one kick, and then strode in. Seeing that the white-faced knight was still wearing a robe in a panic, Xia Ya went up and grabbed the opponent's neck, lifted the guy up and threw it in a low voice.
This fall nearly broke Bonfret's waist, lying on the ground and scolding: "What a bastard you are! How dare you be rude to me! Do you know that I am... "
"I know." Xia Ya waved his hand impatiently and pouted, "Isn't that the little white face who sold his butt from the imperial capital."
"..." Bonfret was stunned. Although his face was covered with a thick layer of white milk, he couldn't see his true face, but when he heard Xi Ya's words, his facial muscles twisted with anger. He opened his mouth and suddenly screamed: "You! You bastard! What did you just say?!"
Xi Ya grabbed it and slapped Bonfret on the face. Half of the slapped Sir's face was swollen and swollen. Bonfret let out a scream, and Char had quickly pulled out of his boots. A dagger came out, which was the one given to him by General Adrick. The sharp point of the dagger pressed against Sir Bonfret's throat, and Xi Ya had a grin on his face: "Honorable Sir? Lao Tzu It doesn't matter if you sell your ass or something else. If you dare to scream, I'll stab you to death first, and guess what, do I have the guts?"
Although Bonfret didn't believe that the other party dared to kill him, but at this moment, the dagger was on his throat, but he dared to use his precious life to test the courage of this guy-this guy had a grim face, and at first glance, he was definitely not good, his own With a body of ten thousand gold, I can't have the same knowledge as such a lunatic...