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In the smoky wilderness, thousands of Skitarii soldiers are advancing in disorder, staggering, and the battle flag is lowered.
This righteous army was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere of panic and defeat. The sun was shining brightly, but the huge marching team looked lifeless. Their haggard faces were covered with dust, and their faces were numb and hollow.
At the beginning, they were ordered by the Pope to form a huge army to conquer the heretics.
However, they encountered an unprecedented enemy on the banks of the Neiba River. On the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers. The horrible scene made them shudder.
Many soldiers of the Skitarii have never seen such a tragic scene in their entire lives, and the excitement of going to destroy the heretics has long since been frightened out of their wits.
If it weren't for the harsh military law, they would have left the army and fled back to their homes.
Now Marshal Caesar finally gave the order to retreat, but in the eyes of the soldiers of the Skitarii, this did not look like a retreat, but more like a defeat.
The hasty evacuation from the Neiba River battlefield caused many tents and daily necessities to be carried without time, and they embarked on the road of retreat with only some dry food.
The elite troops of the Far East Army soon caught up, and the chase lasted for a full three days.
The troops of the Far East Army were like hungry wolves with their fangs bared, following them leisurely all the time.
Once they stopped to rest, those soldiers of the Far Eastern Army in fresh clothes and angry horses would appear in the distance, posing an attacking posture.
Facing the approaching Far Eastern Army, the troops of the Skitarii Army did not dare to stay, and could only endure exhaustion and march with hunger.
The three-day retreat was like a torment. They lived and slept in the open air, and got enough rest, so that their thighs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Tired and hungry, many Skitarii soldiers even doubted whether they would make it to Sanatu alive.
However, the Far Eastern Army had been staring at them all the time, and launched an attack on them on the night of the first day. The Fourth Army killed and injured more than 10,000 people, and several generals in black were killed in battle.
On the second night, a unit of the Far East Army made another roundabout and surrounded a rear guard of the Second Army, which was wiped out.
Facing the Far Eastern Army following behind them like hungry wolves, the generals of the Skitarii also gritted their teeth with hatred.
But they don't have the courage to turn around and fight now. They are worried about being entangled. Once they are entangled, they will perish without food and clothing.
So sometimes when they saw friendly troops being bitten by the Far Eastern Army, they didn't dare to turn back to rescue them, and could only run for their lives in a hurry.
The soldiers of the Skitarii almost threw away all the burdens on their bodies. The weather was getting hotter every day, and those tattered military uniforms were thrown all over the ground.
Panic, extreme hunger and exhaustion enveloped the chaotic marching troops. From time to time, some people fell down because of extreme hunger, and never stood up again.
Marshal Caesar and other generals have horses to ride on, and there is enough food to keep them from starving.
However, they did not get a good rest after days of marching, and all of them were downcast and haggard.
When Marshal Caesar was riding slowly with a group of dejected generals, smoke and dust piled up in front of him, and a scout with a flustered expression came galloping on horseback.
"what's going on?"
Seeing the flustered scout Qingqi, Marshal Caesar reined in his horse and asked proactively.
The army along this route has reached the brink of collapse, and can no longer stand the toss. Marshal Caesar prayed that nothing would happen.
"Master Marshal, a large number of cavalry from the Far Eastern Army blocked the way."
Really afraid of something, what the scout Qingqi said made Marshal Caesar's complexion extremely ugly.
"how many people?"
Marshal Caesar asked, if the Far Eastern Army had fewer cavalry, they would still be able to rush over.
"The banner is the Twelfth Cavalry Regiment"
The words of the scout Qingqi undoubtedly made Marshal Caesar's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.
He knew what the cavalry of a regiment of the Far Eastern Army represented, which was at least 100,000 cavalry.
Without thinking about it, this one must be the cavalry unit that was active behind them and cut off their logistical supplies.
In the entire Far Eastern Empire, this is the only fully-organized cavalry unit, and now it has become a hindrance to their retreat.
"Command, prepare for the battle."
The cavalry units of the Far Eastern Army have blocked their way, and now they have no other choice but to bite the bullet and fight.
If the marching team continues to advance, once the opponent's cavalry rushes up, they will be intercepted by the middle.
Amidst the sound of low horns, the chaotic marching team became restless, and amidst the scolding and cursing of officers at all levels, the exhausted Skitarii troops stopped advancing and began to line up.
The cavalry of the Far Eastern Army did not rush to attack the Skitarii. Just like what the emperor Chen Ziang said, why rush to lift the lid if the meat is already in the pot.
When the troops of the Skitarii formed a huge square formation that could not be seen in the wilderness, the cavalry of the Far East Army slowly appeared in the distance.
The hussars in black uniforms showed a fierce murderous look under the sunlight. They rode forward neatly, like a moving steel fortress.
The battle flag fluttered, and densely packed cavalry in black soon filled the mountains and plains. With the sound of clanging and the neighing of war horses, amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the huge cavalry troop made the skitarii soldiers in formation tremble.
The cavalry is the king on the battlefield, not to mention that what they are facing now is a steel army that has experienced many battles, and its sturdy fighting style has long been famous.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
Amidst the roaring roar, a whole group of infantrymen of the Far Eastern Army also appeared behind the Skitarii, and they stepped onto the battlefield with sonorous and forceful steps.
In the smoke and dust, there are patches of spears and knives shining in the sun. The solemn and grand momentum made the cathar soldiers look nervous.
The flag of the Seventh Army of the Far Eastern Army appeared, the flag of the Eighth Army appeared, the flag of the First Army, the flag of the Second Army, and the flag of the Fourteenth Army appeared on the battlefield in turn.
All the way and all the way, the strong soldiers with high fighting spirit finally stopped hiding and appeared on this barren plain.
Seeing the vast sea of ??flags and the endlessly dense army, the generals of the Skitarii couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
On this small plain with a radius of less than a hundred miles, the most powerful armies of both sides gathered. The two sides faced each other across the air. The battlefield was full of swords and swords, and the air seemed to freeze.
Facing the huge infantry and cavalry units of the Far Eastern Army, the soldiers of the Skitarii felt as if a big stone was pressing on their chests, and their breathing became heavy.
"Put down your weapons and surrender!"
Yuan Jie, the commander of the 12th Far East Cavalry Corps, looked at the thick formation of the Skitarii, and suddenly shouted at the top of his voice.
"Put down your weapons and surrender!"
"Put down your weapons and surrender!"
As soon as Yuan Jie's words fell, there was an overwhelming roar from behind him, and the murderous loud voice resounded through the battlefield, with a terrifying momentum.
"Fight to the death!"
Caesar, Marshal of the Holy See, whose face turned blue and white, took a breath, pulled out his knife with a clang, and roared.
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
The generals behind him also drew their swords one after another, waved their swords and shouted, the sound shook the whole field, and the blood in the bones of the Skitarii soldiers boiled again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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