"What? Those bastards actually asked me to accept the surrender in person, and asked me to pledge my honor as a viscount and my status as a nobleman to ensure that they would disarm and not kill them. These damn things have been playing tricks on me for a long time!" In the camp under the command of Codor, the leading viscount was spitting and furious, and his face was as red as a burning pig's butt. Upon seeing this, a group of officers asked each other to go and kill those bastards. Only the man who looked like a lord had a calm expression.
"The noble Viscount."
The man was still polite as ever.
"Since they ask you to surrender in person, why not give them a chance? If they see you surrender sincerely, then we can immediately break up camp and go to Fort Marsi to support. If you pretend to surrender, it is not too late to send troops to attack again. They can't hold on any longer."
The lord looked at the leading viscount with a wicked smile, as if he was a counselor.
The leading viscount calmed down after hearing this and stroked his gray beard. He said sternly, "Send orders to all the ministries to prepare for another battle. If the enemy pretends to surrender, attack immediately."
As Angus expected, this move was eventually seen through by the enemy. A moment ago, the leading viscount came to the front of the formation and personally accepted the surrender of the Welsh Army. Before Angus could say a few words, the leading viscount was already furious. He said that Angus and others were dishonest and insulted the honor of knights and nobles. He vowed to kill all the Welsh Army with his sword.
Because the deputy commander of the Welsh Legion, Angus, repeated his old tricks and once again asked the Earl of Codor to guarantee the honor of the Welsh Legion with the honor of nobility. This was not bad. When the leading viscount heard this, it was possible that he would send troops back to the city of Codor to ask the count to pardon these barbarians in the southern valley. This was clearly treating him like a monkey. Without further ado, the leading viscount was determined to chop up the offal of the Welsh Legion and feed it to the wild dogs in the mountains.
A fierce battle is getting ready...
Just when Angus came up with a false surrender plan to delay the enemy's attack and buy time for Art, together with the carriages carried by the previous legion, plus the dozens of carriages captured when they attacked Fort Marci, the reinforcements preparing to rescue Angus's department were already heading south in batches on carriages along the trade road under the leadership of the legion commander Art.
The troops are very fast, and the blocking troops have been fighting fiercely with the pursuing enemies in the wild for several days. They can hardly hold on no matter whether it is physical strength or combat power. Art must rush as quickly as possible to support the sergeant major and a group of brothers who have experienced life and death. Four legs are definitely faster than two legs, not to mention that the business road along the way is relatively flat. After the capture of Fort Marcy, the soldiers' physical strength was greatly exhausted, and carriages were also the best way to save physical strength.
Matt looked south and muttered softly, "Sergeant, brothers, you must hold on, we are coming."
Ron and Stanley, who were sitting aside, glanced at Art, and then at each other. Ron asked, "Master, what are you talking about?"
Matt came back to his senses and said to Ron, "Let the army speed up and rush to the blocking battlefield. The sergeant major and the others must be encountering great difficulties now. The earlier we go, the greater their chance of survival."
"Leading carriage, speed up and go straight to the blocking battlefield!"
As the sun set, dozens of carriages headed south quickly amidst the sound of the whips of the coachmen beating their horses...
In the south of Cordore, under the hills, the Angus Division of the Welsh Legion blocked the battlefield. A fierce and fierce battle has already begun.
Shouts, sounds of panic, mixed with the sounds of swords and swords were particularly harsh under the sunset.
With the order from the Viscount, the leader of the Codor pursuers, and yes, it was the guy who was so angry that Angus almost vomited blood, the group of Codor people who had not fought for many years broke out with amazing fighting power. Whether they were peasant soldiers, professional soldiers or county guards, with the double blessing of high bounties and titles, they swarmed towards the Welsh Army's vehicle formation, accompanied by showers of arrows raining down from behind.
Suffering from the chariot formation, the Kodor people learned smartly. The light and heavy infantry in the front attacked the edge of the chariot formation, and the crossbow team in the rear fired several arrows to attack the enemy soldiers standing above and behind the chariot formation preparing to fill the gaps. This assisted the infantry to tear apart the chariot formation and rush into the chariot formation, blooming from the inside and surrounding it from the outside.
The Welsh Legion was on tight defense, using broad swords, short spears, and a small number of bows and arrows. The corpses of the Cordore soldiers were slowly piled up on the outside of the car formation, so that some red-eyed Cordore soldiers stood directly on the corpses and attacked the soldiers inside the car formation. What's more, there are shield-raising soldiers holding huge rocks or hammers and smashing them at the weak points of the vehicle array. This time the damage ratio was reduced to six to one or even five to one because the enemy's attack was too fierce.
Angus, Lusignan, and Jafar led the cavalry from behind to supervise the battle. Just like before, when they were about to lose their support, the cavalry immediately rushed over to block the gap. Occasionally, he would rush out from the flank to disrupt the enemy.
The war raged, and both sides fought bloody battles. In the blink of an eye, the left wing of the vehicle formation had been breached by the enemy's heavy armored infantry. Seeing this, Angus immediately led more than ten cavalrymen to attack them. With his sword in hand, the Kodor soldier who had just rushed into the vehicle formation was chopped to the ground by Angus before he had time to react. The other one did not want his life. The guy saw Angus on a tall horse killing his accomplice, and was about to charge forward when Jafar hit him with a heavy hammer. The head of the unlucky guy's head was smashed, and his eyeballs had fallen out under the pressure of the heavy hammer, with bloodshot eyes.
After Lusignan said this, enduring the severe pain in his waist, he galloped straight to the right wing, and the rest of the men behind him also rushed up.
By the time Angus turned around, Lusignan had already rushed over and hacked away a light-armored infantryman. The unlucky guy flew out and hit several other enemy soldiers. The three enemy soldiers who fell to the ground were hacked to death by the Welsh soldiers near the car formation.
The situation is critical. The car formation has been breached in two places. The Welsh soldiers are being pressed step by step by the Codor heavy armored infantry. More than ten have fallen to the ground. Some have been stabbed to death by several heavy armored infantry with multiple swords. Broken arms and legs can be seen everywhere. After all, the enemy has a large number of troops, and now the vehicle formation has been breached. The soldiers of the Wells Legion have lost their barrier and are about to be completely exposed to the enemy's iron hoof.
"Jafar, Lusignan, each of you bring a few cavalry around to attack behind them, and coordinate the internal repair of the car formation." Angus said loudly to the two of them.
The two men accepted the order.
Seeing that the battle was difficult, Angus said loudly to the soldiers of the Welsh Legion in the car formation, "Brothers, Fort Marsi has been captured by Lord Art. Countless gold and silver items have been seized in the fort. Everyone has a share, and those who have made great contributions will be rewarded even more generously." As he spoke, there was a question. The Dole cavalry rushed over and slashed at Angus with his sword. Angus quickly flipped backwards and raised his sword to stab the Codor cavalry. The tip of the sword passed through the enemy's abdomen and blood flowed. Angus punched the Codor cavalry on the cheek with his left hand and fell off the horse.
Angus looked at the soldiers of the Welsh Legion who were struggling to kill the enemy everywhere. Continue to yell.
"Sir Art is also on his way to meet us. As long as we hold on, these bastards will sooner or later be wiped out by the cavalry brought by him. Hold on! Victory will belong to us in the end!"
The soldiers were inspired to fight by Angus's words. Each squadron cooperated with each other and relied on the chariot formation to fight bravely against the enemy.
The previous blocking battle has now completely turned into a decisive battle. The right flank was breached and one, two, three Welsh Legionnaires fell. The outer cavalry was also surrounded by the Kodor infantry and cavalry. No less than five horsemen were cut down to the ground, and Jafar was stabbed in the leg by an enemy cavalry. He was bleeding profusely, but he persisted in holding back the peripheral infantry...
The balance of the war seemed to be tilted towards the side of the Kodor army. After all, the opponent had the numerical advantage. And the copper and iron walls of Wales have been breached...
As the sun sets, blood and flesh are flying everywhere on the battlefield, and the wails are carried to the distance along with the sound of the wind, reaching the ears of the Welsh Legion Art, and reaching the heraldic flag of the frontier Viscount Art.
"Ron, you lead half of the heavy armored infantry to attack the enemy from the left wing. Stanley, you lead the crossbow unit to attack the enemy from the right wing. I will take the remaining troops and rush directly to the enemy's Chinese camp. Remember, don't be too eager to fight. Our mission is to rescue the army. Sergeant and the others."
"Let's go!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
The two of them took the order and left.
There is no doubt that the people of Kodor are anxious. Unexpectedly, the almost cooked duck was rushed to the rescue by his owner. Accompanied by the shouts of the three mighty rescue troops that echoed through the foot of the mountain, the blocking troops saw the arrival of the rescue troops and the soldiers burst out with great enthusiasm to kill the enemy.
With a burst of cutting melons and vegetables, the Kodor people retreated and ran south for three miles before stopping.
The leading viscount glanced at the north and cursed, "Damn, luckily I ran fast!" But then he thought about it, and his face suddenly darkened.
"What's wrong, Fort Marci!"
At and his party did not stay much. After cleaning the battlefield, they immediately took the wounded and dead soldiers' bodies and headed north. Because there is currently a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, we must make plans to defend Fort Marsi.
Before leaving, Art and Stanley exchanged a few words, and saw Stanley leading a task force of more than ten people to the southern hilly area...