"Sergeant Major, can the enemy believe our begging for surrender?"
"Unless the enemies are all idiots, they will never believe us. The Wells Army started out with conspiracy and intrigues all the way, and our enemies must have heard of these things about us." I bet they also want us to surrender. I guess they don't know that Fort Marsi has been captured yet, and they want to end the battle as soon as possible to support Fort Marsi. In this case, why don't we give them a chance to put down their weapons and have a good talk, so that we can avoid unnecessary casualties and try our best to fulfill your orders."
Jafar, who was standing aside, dragged his chin with his right hand and nodded thoughtfully in agreement, but still had a stern expression on his face. The blood spattered on his forehead and cheeks by the enemies who had been fighting for several days could be vaguely seen.
"What if the enemy sees through our ruse? We have lost about twenty soldiers in recent days, including two squad leaders and a squadron leader, and many others are injured. If the enemy attacks forcefully again, with our remaining strength, I'm afraid~". Jafar suddenly frowned, wiped his eyes, which had been exhausted recently, with his hands, and then looked at Angus.
Angus certainly knew that Jafar's concerns were justified.
“Brother Jafar,” Angus stretched out his right hand and gently patted the shoulder of Jafar, who was standing on the right side. With the sound of chainmail, he continued, “Everyone here is a leader in war, and you have already put life and death aside. At times like this, as senior commanders of the legion, we , the more necessary it is to take the lead. Only when we stabilize our position can the soldiers below dare to fight the enemy. Moreover, regardless of whether the enemy will believe in our surrender, even if they don't believe it, it may not be us who fall in the end. Your Excellency will definitely send troops to rescue us." Angus looked up in the direction of Fort Marsi.
Jafar nodded heavily, made a fist with his right hand and punched his left chest twice hard.
ulate sincerely'
At the enemy's command tent outside the iron-walled chariot formation, a middle-aged man wearing long-sleeved chainmail, a gold-trimmed belt around his waist, a gray-white cloak and a barrel helmet, holding a shining silver knight's broadsword in his left hand, turned his back to the gate of the command tent thoughtfully, pacing back and forth, stroking the gray beard on his chin from time to time with his right hand.
While waiting for the officers to talk quietly in private. The leading viscount turned around and asked the commanders sitting on both sides of the wooden table in the center of the camp, "If you have any ideas, please feel free to tell us."
When all the officers saw the Viscount speaking, they first looked left and right, expecting others to express their opinions. After a while, no one answered. Upon seeing this, the leading viscount glanced at the group of guys who usually only searched for the grease and ointment of the territorial citizens, and his anger suddenly surged. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "You bunch of losers, you would normally fight for a trifling profit or even get into a fight, but now during the war, you are reluctant to ask for money, supplies, or people. When the time comes to distribute the spoils after the war, "Every one is better at speaking than the other, and each is more competitive than the other."
"If it hadn't been for the Marquis's order to reward two thousand pfennigs for killing one enemy, and to be promoted to Lord Knight for killing two enemies, you would have been willing to let your men attack those bastards of the Wells Legion with all their strength."
What the leading viscount said is true. Killing enemies is the fastest way to earn money and the fastest way to get promoted. As long as you give your men enough temptation, they can even fight to the death. After all, such opportunities are too rare and everyone wants to seize them. However, Kodor has not seen war for many years and is devoted to farming and business. The combat effectiveness of the soldiers is far inferior to that of other provinces. They have no choice but to kill the enemy by filling their heads. This indirectly leads to the battle loss ratio reaching an astonishing close to ten to one. Although they have 150 heavy cavalry with excellent strength, facing that kind of unprecedented vehicle formation, the advantages of the cavalry cannot be maximized.
"Everyone is greedy for money. Seeing that they can no longer bear it, they sent people to sue for peace. You don't even have any idea." After saying this, the Viscount, the leader of the army, turned red from holding back. He took two sips of beer from the wooden cup on the table, wiped the remaining juice on his beard, and burped twice~
At this time, a young knight looked up at the angry viscount and said angrily, "Those bastards might be pretending to surrender."
The leading viscount fixed his eyes on the young knight and looked him up and down. Yes, he clearly remembered this guy, this guy who didn't want his life. Perhaps because of his bravery, or perhaps just for the sake of two thousand pfennigs and higher ambitions like others, he led his county soldiers to rush to the front. Of course, the closer the people were to the car formation, the faster they would go to see God. But this guy was lucky and only suffered a slight injury. His arm was shot with a bow and arrow by the soldiers of the Wells Corps behind the car formation. But the soldiers under his command lost God's blessing and suffered heavy casualties.
The Viscount gestured for him to continue.
The young knight stood up, holding the bandaged wound on his right arm with his left hand. The cloth was still soaked in bright red blood.
"Please think carefully, sir, why did that group of bastards suddenly come to beg for surrender today after they have been entangled with us for several days? This is obviously to buy time for the army to capture Fort Marsi."
The young knight swallowed his saliva and continued.
"Fort Marsi is built on a high ground and is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It will definitely not be captured by the general army in less than ten days and a half. Our army has been pestered by the bastards of the Wells Army all the way north. Their purpose is to delay our advance and buy time for the main attacking army. Seeing that we still have one day to reach Fort Marci, they suddenly came to beg for surrender. There must be a conspiracy."
"I'm afraid everyone here has heard that the Welsh Army is famous for its intrigues. Even the Swabian and Lombard armies have suffered losses from them, and even Lord Bernard is not immune. How can we easily believe that they are here to surrender."
The leading viscount touched his gray beard, with a slight smile on his face. He said to the officers in front of him, "Look, take a good look. If we had a few more guys with brains and courage, we would have chopped those bastards into mincemeat." While the Viscount was talking, a man who looked like a lord spoke.
"Honorable Lord Viscount, what should we do if those barbarians from the south really surrender to us?"
“Once they sincerely surrender, we can directly lead our troops north, quickly support Fort Marsi, and surround the Welsh Legion with the army sent by the Marquis.” This lord obviously thought about it for a while.
The leading viscount fell into deep thought again.
After a long argument among the people in the command camp, the leading viscount decided to test the opponent first, asking the opponent to put down their weapons, open up the car array and come out to surrender. If they don't surrender, attack immediately at all costs.
Under the hills on the road to Marseille, the Welsh Army's blocking vehicle formation was close to the side of the hill. Angus was discussing with Jafar and Lunicion, who had an arrow wound in his waist, how to deploy the next wave of enemy troops.
At this moment, the sentry hurriedly ran to several people.
The enemy sent people to shout, just a stone's throw outside the car array.
The three of them looked at each other. Angus said, "It's finally here!"
Hitch stood up and walked towards the top of the car array.
The person who came was none other than the young knight from Kodor who was wounded by an arrow.
An arrow away, the young knight shouted loudly for the other party to send someone who could make the decision to negotiate the surrender, showing the proud attitude of a victor. Behind him were two heavy infantrymen, holding broadswords in their right hands and shields in their left hands. Although there was a bit of arrogance in his words, the young knight still did not dare to take a step forward. He knew in his heart that these guys were like wolves that had been hungry for several days. They would bite anyone they saw, regardless of the number of the opponent. Their fighting will was extremely strong, their tactical movements were very standard, and their discipline was strict. This was definitely incomparable to the Codor army, just like the Besançon Palace Guards Corps. Although he was extremely reluctant to admit it, his dead and injured soldiers and the arrow wound on his right arm were the best proof.
See Angus appear on the carriage, with a coat of arms behind his back that is obviously worthy of only knights. The young knight greeted him politely, "Hello, Sir Knight. I am here under the orders of the Viscount, the leader of the army in the southern border of Kodor, to tell your army that as long as you put down your weapons, open the car formation and come out to accept the Lord Viscount's surrender, the Lord Viscount promises to forget the past and let you live. And he can also give you some food, water, gold and silver, and you can disperse on your own."
Angus stared at the young knight, his dark skin shining in the afternoon sun, and the knight's heraldic flag behind him swaying from side to side in the breeze. After listening to the young knight's words, Angus replied politely, "Hello, respected Lord Knight. After several days of fierce fighting, we have obviously been unable to hold on. We have insufficient water and food, and have suffered heavy casualties. News came from Fort Marsi that Lord Art and the others were not able to attack Fort Marsi, which is as strong as a giant stone fortress. There are hundreds of soldiers of the Welsh Legion piled up under the city."
Angus paused, his expression solemn and helpless, and he sighed. Jafar and Lucien, who were standing behind the chariot under Angus, covered their mouths and laughed. They had never seen their sergeant major being so able to deceive people. If they hadn't worked together for so long, they wouldn't be able to believe it. Lusignan smiled and covered his wound.
Angus sighed and continued.
"I have already advised my master not to go deep into the Cordore complex alone, let alone capture the highland fortress of Fort Marsi, which is like an iron wall. Firstly, we have no backup, and secondly, if we go deep into the enemy's territory, the food and baggage cannot be supplied at all, so it is a dead end to capture Fort Marsi."
Angus paused, looked at the arrogant look on the face of the young knight opposite, and continued.
"Now what I said has come true. The Marquis of Codor in the north has sent troops to encircle and suppress us. Now the south is also pursuing us. We have no way out. I can't just watch my soldiers die in vain, so I am willing to surrender to the Viscount. But you and I have been fighting fiercely for several days, and the Codor soldiers have suffered hundreds of casualties. If my men put down their weapons and open the car formation, I am afraid that the Codor soldiers will slaughter us all like we are chopping melons and vegetables. "
"So please go back and tell the Viscount that we can surrender, but we need the Viscount to promise in front of all the officers and soldiers as a Viscount and as a nobleman of the country that he will never massacre any Welsh Legion soldiers who put down their weapons and walk out of the car formation."
The young knight thought for a while. Although he was full of hatred for the murderous devils in front of him, he heard that the Wells Army had lost hundreds of troops before Marseille Fort was conquered. He relaxed his vigilance and said to Angus, "Please wait a moment, Lord Knight. 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.
Seeing the young knight walking away, Angus breathed a sigh of relief. But he knew that his move could only delay the enemy for a moment. When the opponent reacted, he would definitely launch the final attack on his own position with the most violent offensive.