On the left side of the military formation, Captain Terrydock of the third mercenary squadron raised his shield and pushed away the two enemy soldiers who were surrounding him. Then he took a step back and looked at the enemy formation that was surrounding them more and more tightly, feeling that he wanted to retreat.
"If I had known that I was here to die, I might as well have been sent to the Sheriff~" Tredok muttered in his heart.
Nearly fifty armored enemy soldiers besieged fifteen mercenaries. Even though the mercenaries were very capable, they could not defend themselves against an enemy whose combat strength was quite large and several times their own.
Just when Tredok was about to lose his strength and was about to knock down an enemy soldier who was approaching and then retreat to the right wing, six or seven crossbowmen who threw away their crossbows and drew their short swords left the fence and rushed toward the left wing to help.
With the addition of six or seven crossbowmen, the left wing stabilized its position a little. Tredok, who was about to retreat, hesitated to swing the hammer in his hand and hit the enemy soldiers outside the shield.
"Guys! Hold on a little longer, the right wing is about to win!" Art's voice rang in his ears, followed by the sound of swords breaking through armor and crisp cracks of broken bones and flesh.
"Mercenaries are invincible!!!" Seeing Commander Art fighting side by side, Tredok had no intention of retreating. He roared and took half a step back. He raised his left hand buckler and jumped up in front of the besieging enemy soldiers. He swung the page hammer in his right hand and hit the enemy soldiers' heads with a loud bang...
The commander's personal charisma cannot determine the outcome of a battle with a huge disparity of power. Although the morale of the mercenaries has indeed increased after Art personally joined the left-wing battle, and the nascent intention to retreat has also faded due to the arrival of the commander, the trend of the battle cannot be reversed.
Two more mercenaries and a crossbowman fell, and the number of combatants on the left wing was reduced to twelve. The enemy's advantage became more obvious, and the left wing began to retreat step by step again...
"It's no longer possible. If you can't hold on, retreat to the right wing!" Tredok threw down his left shield, and his free left hand covered his right arm that was hit by a single sword.
Matt threw out the shield in his hand and knocked back an approaching enemy soldier. He turned his head and glanced at the right wing where the fierce battle was still taking place, and then at the sentry team galloping towards him. He said, "The sentry team is coming. Fight and retreat. Hold on for a while!" After taking a half step back, the knight's sword split the jaw of an approaching enemy soldier from bottom to top, and the blade got stuck in the enemy soldier's jawbone.
At the critical moment, Angus led the sentries to completely get rid of the entanglement of the enemy soldiers and rushed to the rear of the enemy soldiers on the left. Nine people jumped off their horses and raised their broadswords, heavy hammers and tomahawks and flails to hit the backs of the enemy soldiers on the left.
Hunted from the front and back, the rebels finally relaxed their attack on the front of the left wing, and began to assign more than a dozen people to deal with the dismounted cavalry rushing from behind. The battle pressure on the left wing was slightly reduced...
In the right-wing battle group, Odo led the two squadrons of Bass and Ron, as well as the mercenary squadron and the local army fighting downwind. The battlefield advantage has been continuously expanded. The rebel team was besieged from three sides and more than half of them were killed and wounded. When Ron, who was responsible for leading the charge, completely penetrated the rebel formation, finally a timid rebel Unable to withstand the pressure, he ran away, followed by the second and third ones...
Odo cut off an incoming mace with an axe, kicked the enemy soldiers away, and ordered Bas behind him: "Basi, block the retreat of these bastards, no one is allowed to escape!"
Bas took the order and pulled out five or six soldiers who were in a fierce battle, went around behind the enemy soldiers and basically blocked the only gap, and then another fierce battle began.
Ron, who had been taught a lesson by Art more than once, made a mistake again this time. He still couldn't change his habit of leading the battle as a cavalryman. After breaking through the enemy formation alone, he did not go back to the outside to repair, but turned around and rushed into the enemy formation again. He held a broad sword in his hand and charged left and right, becoming a "meat grinder" in the enemy formation.
However, Ron, who was red-eyed, didn't even notice that the enemy soldiers were surrounded from all sides. With no way to retreat, they focused their attention on Ron, who rushed into the formation alone, and began to concentrate their efforts on Ron. Ron was unable to deal with it and was stabbed twice with swords.
The soldiers of the 4th Squadron were also furious. Like their squadron leader Ron, they too hoped to establish their status in the legion with a complete victory. Seeing their commander surrounded in the enemy formation and being attacked from both sides, the soldiers of the 4th Squadron desperately formed a wedge formation to penetrate into the enemy formation...
Seeing that the victory of the right wing was determined and the left wing was in a deadlock, Otto shouted loudly to the soldiers around him: "The soldiers of the second squadron immediately returned to support the left wing, my lord, they can't hold on anymore!"
A dozen soldiers of the second squadron immediately withdrew from the battle and went to the left wing to support the battle group.
After withdrawing a dozen elite soldiers, the besieged rebels breathed a sigh of relief. They ignored Ron and his several penetration soldiers who had already joined the battle, and took advantage of the gap that appeared when the soldiers of the second squadron returned to support the left wing. Odo tried his best to stop the deserters, but the trapped rebels got a chance. After the line came to life, he showed amazing evasion and running abilities. In just a short moment when the second squadron evacuated, a dozen rebel soldiers escaped from the gap that had not yet been closed. They ignored the "rebellion brothers" who were still holding on and fled in all directions. The remaining people finally couldn't hold on anymore and one after another put down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy...
"Ron, I'll leave this to you, let go of another enemy soldier and I want you to look good!"
"Roger, take your squadron with me to support the left wing."
Odo left Ron and the local lord army to deal with the enemy soldiers who had begun to abandon their weapons and surrender, and then led the mercenaries led by Roger to join the left-wing battle group that was also beginning to show an advantage...
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It was less than an hour from the sound of the recruiting horn to the end of the battle. Most of the rebel army was annihilated, a small number were captured, and few escaped.
On a stone in the battlefield, Treddock simply tore off the sleeve that was cut by a sharp blade, and used this fragment to hastily bandage the bleeding wound on his shoulder.
Att moved tiredly to Patrick's side, sat down on the ground, took off the water bag from his waist with his blood-stained right hand, opened the cork and poured the water over his head, then brought the water bag to his mouth and took a big gulp.
"I almost got you killed. If I had known, I would have taken you to the prison in Tyniec County." Art said and threw the water bag to Tredok.
"Lord Art, since I promised to be loyal to you, I will naturally try my best to fight for you." Tridok took the water bag, but the wound on his arm hurt sharply due to this action, causing Tridok to grin.
"Okay, don't lie. If I hadn't come to you in person to fight alongside you, I'm afraid you would have fled to Kitzby by now." Art revealed Tredok's true appearance.
Treddock coughed awkwardly, then raised his water bag and took a swig.
Matt continued to speak, "But you didn't escape in the end. You fought alongside me like all the mercenary brothers. If it weren't for you, the left wing would have been defeated long ago. It's not your fault that you wanted to escape, but you all bravely stayed, thank you."
After hearing this, Tredok's resentment and embarrassment were mostly resolved, "Thank you, sir, for your words of comfort."
"There is nothing much to thank. Brothers shed blood for me. This is the most basic respect for a warrior." Art looked at the thickly bandaged wound on Tridok's arm and ordered Spencer, who was directing the treatment of wounded soldiers: "Clean and bandage Tridok's wound to ensure that his hands are not subject to any possible threats."
Spencer hurried to find a doctor...
After Spencer left, Art caught Felix who was leading the horse and said: "Felix, let everyone quickly treat the wounded and clear the battlefield. Let's evacuate here as soon as possible~"
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