"Brothers, run quickly, those bastards are catching up with me again!"
The Kodor soldiers who were fleeing all the way to the north were gasping for air on the roadside, and the guy who was on guard suddenly shouted to the other Kodor soldiers who were resting.
After hearing the retreat order from the rear camp of the northern army in Codor, the Codor soldiers who retreated all the way from the south and north city gates of Fort Marsi were encircled and suppressed by three armies of the Welsh Army. They ran desperately to the north, dying and being injured. They never thought that the enemy was so insidious and cunning. If they hadn't run fast, their lives would have been sent to God by those bastards...
Angus, who was riding on horseback, raised his fisted right hand to signal the people behind him to stop the pursuit.
"Sir Angus, why don't you stop chasing and let those guys run away?" Lusignan, the captain of the cavalry who was also following behind on horseback, asked.
"Your Majesty has an order to pursue the Kodor people three miles north and the entire army will return immediately. In addition, sent out sentries to follow them all the way. Your Excellency has your own arrangements for pursuing the Kodor people." Angus said to the officers around him.
"Yes, sir!" Everyone took the order.
Immediately, the Wells Army stopped its pursuit and reduced its forces all the way towards Fort Marsi.
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“Sir, Chief Angus and the others are back.” Ron, who had been watching on the wall of Fort Marci, opened the door of the Lord’s Hall and reported to Art.
"Okay, come with me and have a look." Art said to Ron.
"Yes, sir." After saying that, the two of them walked towards the south gate.
"Sarge, how are you doing?" Art asked.
"Sir, according to your instructions, we pursued the Kodor people all the way north for three miles before stopping. We watched them climb over the hill before retreating in an orderly manner, and sent sentries to follow them all the way." Angus said.
“Thank you for your hard work, Sergeant Major!” Art said, patting Angus on the shoulder.
"Brothers, you have worked hard too. Let's go to the city to rest immediately." Art said to a group of Welsh Legion soldiers around Angus.
"Yes!" After everyone said that, they entered the city and walked towards their respective camps.
"Ron, immediately summon high-ranking officers above the flag captain to the Lord's Hall for a military meeting." Art ordered Ron who was following behind him.
“Yeah, I finally took the opportunity to round up those bastards, and then let them run away. It’s really unacceptable!” Andrew, the deputy commander of the second company of the first division of the Welsh Army, who was sitting at the other end of the table, patted the table and said loudly.
"Yes..."
"Yes..."
A group of officers around him echoed in a low voice.
Matt looked at everyone and continued: "Everyone must know that our mission this time is not to encircle and suppress the Kodor army, but to go deep into the hinterland of Kodor, go all the way north to attack the city of Kodor, deter the troops of Thorne Province, and then cooperate with the new king to attack the Thorne palace and force them to submit."
“According to the order of the new king Flanders, we must attack the city of Kodor within fifteen days. At that time, the new king will launch a large-scale attack on the Thorne army in the west, defeat the Thorne army in one fell swoop, and end this war.” Everyone looked at Art quietly.
"Since receiving the secret message from the court of Besançon, we have rushed non-stop to the Côte d'Or province, fighting seven or eight large and small battles. Especially the reinforcements of the Welsh Army have been attacking for many days in a row. The soldiers' physical strength has long been exhausted, they are extremely exhausted, and they are in urgent need of rest and recovery." Arterton. "It is for this reason that I gave the order to stop pursuing the Kodor army."
"Your Excellency is right, the soldiers are indeed exhausted," Bass said immediately. "Due to the urgent military situation, we came all the way from Tyniec without any delay for fear of missing your Lordship's business. Everyone hopes that after this battle, we can take a good rest at Fort Marsi."
"Yes, brother-in-law," Phoenix stood up. , "We have been lying in ambush in the mountains since we came out of Sap. I think everyone knows how difficult the conditions are. After the battle with the southern army, we lost many brothers and some were injured. Everyone held their breath just to defeat the bastards in Kodor and then have a good rest. If the pursuit continues, many brothers will probably fall from exhaustion while chasing the enemy."
After listening to the opinions of several senior officers, Art said to everyone: "Since the capture of Fort Marci, our chariot fleet has been resting, and the physical strength of the horses has almost recovered."
"Sir, are you talking about using chariots to lead our soldiers to chase the enemy?" Weitz, captain of the third company of the First Division of the Wells Army, who was sitting aside, asked happily.
"Yes," Art replied, "In this way, we can save the physical strength of our soldiers and pursue the Kodor people at a faster speed."
"Yes..."
"That's right..."
A group of officers whispered among themselves. This is the best of both worlds. It not only allows the soldiers to get adequate rest, but also allows them to pursue the deserters from Kodor. After most of the troops have rested, they can go all the way north towards the city of Kodor.
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"Immediately select fifty light and heavy cavalry, fifty crossbowmen, one hundred light and heavy infantry, and thirty chariots, and pursue the remaining army of Kodor all the way north."
"Your mission is to constantly disrupt the remaining troops of Kodor and not allow them any chance to breathe. In addition, harass the Kodor garrison in Diguan Town and disrupt their deployment, but do not be reluctant to fight. You must strive for favorable conditions for the arrival of subsequent large forces." Art continued.
"Yes, sir."
"Odo," Art turned to Odo and said, "You are responsible for cleaning the battlefield, treating the wounded and resting the army."
"Yes, sir." Odo accepted the order.
“Sergeant Major, you are responsible for the outer defense of Fort Marsi and send troops to garrison various important passes around Fort Marsi.”
“Yes, sir!”
"Okay, everyone, today's military meeting is over. Let's take the time to go back to rest and recharge our batteries. The army will march towards the city of Kodor in two days!"
…
On the northbound commercial road six miles away from Marsiburg, the sentinel of the remaining northern army of Codor, who was in charge of the rear, ran all the way to the Earl of Codor, who was panting under a tree on the roadside to report.
Hearing the report from the sentinel, Count Codor jumped greatly. Looking at the sentry running over, Count Codor asked: "What happened again?"
"Report to your lord, the Welsh Legion is catching up again! This time they are riding in chariots, and they are less than three miles away from us!"
"What! The chariot?" Count Codor's face instantly turned pale, his eyes frightened.
"Oh God, these bastards have been fighting for so many days, why are they still chasing us!"
Looking at the officers and soldiers who had followed him to flee all the way around him, Kodor was in a daze, waiting for his order. The Earl shouted loudly: "What the hell are you still doing? Why don't you pack up your things and retreat! Hurry!"
Waiting for an order, Count Codor, under the cover of his more than fifty personal guards and more than a hundred remaining soldiers, fled all the way to Diguan Town in embarrassment...