On the road in the distance, groups of figures appeared, and these figures walked in twos and threes, walking on the road and the wilderness on both sides, and it seemed that there were hundreds or thousands of them.
Judging from the clothes of these people, they are all Byzantine-style uniforms or armor, but most of them are wearing tattered clothes, and there are even some guys, some are not wearing shoes, some are not wearing armor, and some even have no tops, naked, and the most surprising thing is that some people are even only wrapped in a pair of underwear, these people are running towards here weakly, lost their souls, and their faces are gray, like lost dogs.
Most of these people were wounded, and their blood-stained clothes were staggering, and they looked miserable as many people supported each other A few war horses finally appeared in the distance, but only the first two war horses were manned, and the saddles of the war horses behind were empty, and the two knights running in front were also sitting crookedly on their horses, and one of them was lying directly on the saddle, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
The horsemen quickly overtook the routs on foot and reached the gate of the camp, and the officers guarding the camp did not open the door, but stood on the lookout and stared sternly downward, and the archers on either side were still holding their bows and arrows in the air.
"Whoever reports your identity, otherwise you will be killed" One on the left horse was riding, wearing broken light armor, his face was covered with blood, and there was an arrow stuck in his left shoulder behind his back, and his hoarse voice was almost unformed, and his voice was obviously crying: "I am a sergeant of the scout battalion of the Ninth Corps, this is our battalion officer, Captain Ross, he was seriously wounded, the Ninth Corps has been completely defeated, the Odin suddenly appeared and attacked our station, our general led all the cavalry of the guard and scout battalion to cover the withdrawal of the remnants of the army, The general has already died in battle, and the broken army is the only two of us who came out alive."
As he spoke, he finally ran out of strength, rolled over and fell off his horse, fell to the ground, and trembled and felt a badge from his bosom and held it high, but he was unable to say another word.
The battalion officer guarding the gate was also an experienced veteran, and he did not immediately order the door to be opened, but stared at the people below twice, and said in a low voice: "Don't open the door, stay vigilant" As he spoke, he leaped off the lookout, jumped beyond the fence wall, pressed the hilt of his sword with one hand, and walked over to the man and took a look at the badge. looked at the dying man lying on the horse next to him, lifted the other party's messy hair and glanced at it, and his face changed wildly "Captain Ross Battalion, I know you, we've had a drink together, you" The officer lying on the horse was dying, and only then did he barely open his eyes, his godless gaze swept over 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, it's over, the Ninth and Ninth Corps are finished, and the Second Corps is also over, it's Black, Hasting, Ao, Odin, Roundabout Sneak Attack" At this point, 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, open the door, the medical officer, call all the medical officers to come over immediately" When the camp gate opened, the panicked routs rushed over as if they had finally gotten a glimmer of hope and gone 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, collect the rout, and at the same time pay attention to vigilance, if you encounter the enemy, do not make contact, and come back immediately to report" As he spoke, he quickly gave 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 matter of moments, it spread throughout the station The Second Corps on the Middle Road, the Ninth Corps on the East Road, the most famous general of the Odin Empire, the biggest nightmare in the heart of the Byzantine army, Odin Valkyrie Hasting, in the form of a surprise attack, rushed for days, broke the Second and Ninth Corps, chased and killed for two hundred miles, beheaded countless people, and then, his whereabouts are unknown Although nominally an observer sent by the military, many people knew that Sir Bonfrett was most likely a gold-plated gangster who had come to the front line.
The large army went north to fight, but the Lord Sir stayed behind at least a few hundred miles from the front line, which is still a kind of "observation" However, after all, in terms of name, the army went north to fight, and the troops left behind were only some escort infantry soldiers and auxiliaries and baggage transport personnel, and the highest military officer in the garrison was only a battalion officer, so that Lord Sir Bonfret, who had the title of observer envoy, became the number one person left behind in the garrison.
When the garrison battalion officer rushed to the Chinese army's tent, the sir had just gotten up, and the battalion officer almost forcibly kicked over the attendant guarding the tent and rushed in, and the sir, dressed in a snow-white silk nightgown, sat there, and a young squire with blond hair and a handsome appearance was standing in front of the sir, holding a crystal mirror.
The Sir Bonfrett was carefully applying a milky white milk to his beautiful face, which was said to be the most popular skin-care thing in the aristocratic circles of the imperial capital of Osgilia, made of fine sheep's milk cheese and honey, as well as some special spices transported from the sea trade.
The battalion officer rushed into the big tent, and Lord Sir's face was smeared with a layer of snow white, and when he saw the officer stumbling in, Lord Sir immediately shouted in a sharp voice: "Bastard, who let you rush in" "Observation has caused something big to happen to your lordship."
The battalion officer had a gloomy face and quickly told the story outside. syllable The gold box in Bonfrett's hand fell to the ground, and the honeymilk spilled on the soft woolen blanket.
Then the Lord Sir's body trembled uncontrollably.
"You you, you say, what do you say, rout, rout, rout, black, hess hasting, hit, hit" Looking at the appearance of this Lord Jazz, it is as if he will faint at any moment.
The battalion officer shouted anxiously: "Your Excellency, now that you are the supreme general of the station, please give an order immediately."
"Ahh The battalion officer's face turned pale, and he shouted loudly: "Of course, you are the supreme general, what should we do now, naturally we have to get your order."
"How, how to do it" Bonfrett shuddered for a moment, and suddenly shouted frantically: "Of course it's a hell of a second corps, damn it, the damn ninth corps will actually be defeated, Hastings is coming, do we still have a way to live, who can beat Hasting, run quickly, run for your life" He rushed into the back of the tent like crazy, running barefoot and screaming: "Men pack up and salute, hell, my coat, my armor, fool, go and lead the horse."
The muscles on the battalion officer's face trembled, and he strode up to block the way: "My lord, you can't run at this time, you are the main general here, once you run first, then the morale of the army will be in chaos, we" "Bastard, what are you talking about" Bonfrett pushed the officer away fiercely, and screamed in a trembling voice: "Aren't you very strong, aren't you the 13th Corps, Hastings will hand it over to you to resist the hell, do you know who I am, what kind of identity I am, if I get hurt a little, you, all of you want" He ignored the scolding, rushed into the tent inside and began to curse, and several of the attendants he brought with him hurriedly began to collect things.
The officer almost vomited blood, his eyes were red, and his teeth were rattling.
At this time, there were two shouts from outside the tent, "You can't go in" and then two bangs, and a few more muffled snorts, the curtain of the big tent was torn open, Char strode in from the outside, he glanced at the battalion officer, nodded to him, and said in a low voice: "You go out first and do what you have to do, and I will deal with this guy." ” The battalion officer naturally knew Char, Char was a personal soldier next to General Adric, and his status was originally much higher than that of ordinary soldiers, and he heard that he came back from injury this time, made a great contribution, and will soon be promoted.
Char's name is quite famous among the left-behind soldiers in the rear station, although this battalion officer has a much higher military rank than Char, he is also polite to him on weekdays, seeing Char come in, thinking that he is the general's personal soldier after all, and it is better to talk here than the battalion officer of an auxiliary battalion of mine, nodding hard to Char, and running out anxiously.
Char didn't care a lot, and the two attendants who ran out directly to block him punched him down, and then strode in, seeing that the white goat's milk jazz was still wearing robes in a panic, Char went up and grabbed the other party's neck, lifted the guy alive and threw it in a low voice.
This fall broke Bonfrett's waist, and he lay on the ground and cursed: "What kind of bastard are you, you dare to be rude to me, do you know that I am" "Yes, yes."
Char waved his hand impatiently and pouted, "Isn't it the little white face who sells ass from the imperial capital?"
” Bonfrett was stunned, although his face was smeared with a thick layer of white milk, and he couldn't see his true face clearly, but after hearing Char's words, he was so angry that his facial muscles twisted, he opened his mouth, and suddenly screamed: "You bastard, what did you just say?"
Char grabbed it, and a slap was thrown on Bonfrett's face, half of the sir's face suddenly swollen high, Bonfrett screamed, Char had quickly pulled out a dagger from his boots, it was the one given to him by General Adric, the bright dagger pointed against Sir Bonfrett's throat, Char had a cruel smile on his face: "Honorable Sir Lao Tzu, it doesn't matter if you sell ass or something."
If you dare to scream, I'll stab you to death first, and guess if I have the guts."
Although Bonfrett didn't believe that the other party dared to kill him, but at this moment the dagger was on his throat, but how could he dare to use his precious life to test this guy's guts This guy is full of hideousness, and at first glance he is not a good person, and his golden body cannot be seen like this kind of madman: