"Damn, laugh if you want!"
The dwarf said embarrassedly, he had never been so embarrassed as he was today, especially after being carried back from the minotaur like a bag of potatoes, he looked at the people around him dissatisfied, "Don't hold back, generous Brian?"
Copperbeard will forgive you!
” The crowd erupted in laughter, which they had been holding back for a while out of politeness.
After a hearty victory, the dwarves' embarrassment added even more joy to the victory.
"Tell the guys that we have to leave, remember to take the remains of our fallen brothers!"
Amid a burst of laughter, Diego said to the lieutenant.
In the battle against the undead Scourge, it is necessary to dispose of the corpses of the dead - if time permits, bring them back and let the priest perform a purification ritual and bury them to prevent the possibility of being resurrected by the Scourge; If time is pressing, it is also a good option to burn the body into ashes and take it back; If time really doesn't allow it, it's better to cut off your comrade's head after his death than to wait until he stands up and looks at you.
"We're going to retreat?"
The lieutenant asked in surprise.
"Withdraw from the battlefield first."
Diego said that in the battle just now, more than a dozen more people died in the company, and for a newly formed company, more than half of the casualties were almost the limit of what they could bear, and they needed to rest - everyone's weapons were already full of gaps, the armor was full of holes, the arrows of the crossbowmen had been exhausted, and they had been fighting with their short swords in their hands for the second half of the battle.
"That's it?"
The lieutenant said in disbelief, to be honest, in just half a day, he had already liked the feeling of fighting under the command of Diego, as fast as the wind, as fierce as fire, and invincible in the direction of the soldiers.
"Of course not, but we need to be more prepared for the war."
Diego said lightly.
After this period of fighting side by side, the lieutenant was convinced that the young commander was definitely not the kind of coward who would retreat, and he immediately and faithfully carried out Diego's orders, and began to lead the troops out of Andohar.
Although the base camp divided the attack zone for each company, it also gave them more freedom and did not require what combat objectives had to be achieved - strictly speaking, today's battle was nothing more than a tentative offensive.
"My lord, do you want to touch it again at night?"
The lieutenant guessed.
"Nope."
Diego replied with a blank face, but the dwarf next to him almost laughed.
"The night is the protector of the undead, and they who have dark vision are more likely to do small things at night than the living."
Brian said unceremoniously.
This sentence embarrassed Diego a little, because he and Masrae had done too many such "unsightly little gestures".
The lieutenant nodded as if he didn't understand, and then stopped talking.
They weaved their way through the ruined ruins and gradually made their way out of the town.
It was only then that the crowd realized that they were not the first company to withdraw from the battle, and that a company was also retreating a few hundred meters to their left, but this company looked much lower than them, and everyone had panic written on their faces, and it was clear that this was a defeated army, because they were neither carrying the bodies of their dead comrades, nor carrying leather bags containing ashes, and some soldiers even lost their weapons in their hands.
"There are probably thirty of them left," the lieutenant whispered as he leaned over Diego, "and the battles they had experienced were not fierce, as you could tell from the marks on their armor." ” Diego nodded approvingly, indeed, the lieutenant observed very carefully, the armor on the bodies of these routs was as bright as new, and there were no traces of axes and slashes, unlike their side, the armor on everyone's body was pitted, and there were still holes in some places that were shot by arrows, if it weren't for the timely treatment of the shaman, their casualties would not be less than that of the other party.
"Phew, coward!"
Someone was the first to spit on the ground, followed by more spitting and contempt.
Although they saw their disdainful eyes, the defeated soldiers did not get angry, but shamefully quickened their pace and ran in the direction of the base camp.
"Alright, guys, put away your arrogance!"
Diego shouted, pleased that his soldiers had a strong sense of honor, but he did not allow them to take it out on their fellow citizens, "They may just be unlucky to run into an irresistible enemy!"
” "But it's more likely that they're just missing a brilliant commander!"
The lieutenant wasted no time in following.
Everyone burst out laughing.
"Yes, that's it!"
"That's right!"
The people were shouting and shouting, and Diego's bravery and great command skills quickly won him their affection, and everyone was willing to work under him.
"Sycophants!"
Diego smiled and patted the lieutenant on the shoulder, but I have to say that the fart was too right, and it tickled his itch.
They walked through a sparse woodland to the Haunted House where the base camp was located.
The farm, near Lake Daron Mill, has long since been transformed into a huge military barracks, with a neat wooden fence enclosing the farm, and it is lined with towering wooden arrow towers and sturdy stone turrets.
They rushed into the camp.
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It was a mess, crowded with the withdrawn troops, and although the people were all exhausted and scarred, they were in a completely different state, some with high morale and some with their heads down.
As you can tell from their appearance, today's attack was not so satisfactory, and the Scourge was tougher than expected.
"You lead the big guy to get supplies, and then find a place to rest, and I'll go find the big lord."
Diego gave the lieutenant an explanation and left.
He's going to the big barn where the headquarters is located, where Tirio is?
Where Ferdin's office works.
"Alright, guys, follow me!"
The lieutenant smacked his lips and led the soldiers to the northernmost part of the camp.
This is where logistics supplies are piled up, and a large area of farmland has been trampled and hardened, and dozens of large tents have been erected.
But there were so many supplies that there was no room in the tents, and only the most damp powder kegs and medical medicines were eligible to live in, and other weapons, armor, and shells had to be sadly drenched in the rain outside.
Closest to the fence, several blacksmith workshops were firing at full fire, tinkling to repair damaged weapons.
At the entrance to the low wall, fenced with empty wooden boxes, the newly appointed quartermaster, Arton, was busy, and the lieutenant looked like he was going mad when he came with his men.
"Hey, Arton!"
The lieutenant said hello.
"Hey, Huffman, you can find an empty box to sit on."
Arton said without raising his head, he had been an old man for many years, and he knew who was coming just by listening to the voice of the voice.
"What are you looking for?"
Looking at Alton rummaging through a pile of boxes, the lieutenant asked curiously.
"Looking for candles!"
The new quartermaster said angrily.
"Candles?"
"Yes, candles!"
Alton said impatiently, "A priest came to me just now to ask for pious candles, and I gave him a pack, but he said that this is not what he wanted, and then he patted his ass and left, so that I could find it and send it to him!"
” He finally straightened up his stiff waist from a pile of boxes with difficulty, compared the three packs of candles he found for a long time, and then became furious!
"How the hell do I know the difference between a devotional candle, a holy candle, and an aromatic candle!
These three kinds of ghosts are exactly the same!
” "If you want me to say, let those high-ranking lords die!"
Huffman inched, "If we have time to find candles, we might as well go for a drink, I'm tired today!"
” "Well, let him die!"
Arton casually tossed the candle into an empty box and walked over to the lieutenant, "Say, old man, what do you want?"
”