"Recapture the southern highland fortress tonight. If you win, you will live, if you don't win, you will die."
This is the general's order.
The west wind laughed wildly and passed through the tent, sending a chill down everyone's back.
"Has the Southern Highland Fortress been recaptured?"
No one answered, and the southern highland fortress remained in the hands of the White Lions.
"Take a short rest." Sackler's tone was unquestionable: "Your mission is still to retake the Southern Highlands fortress."
After saying that, the general turned and left.
Colonel Laszlo was shot in the right leg by an arrow. He was sitting on a three-legged chair, filling his pipe with an expressionless expression, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert and Lieutenant Colonel Custer had livid faces, but did not speak.
The tent was as silent as death.
A hoarse voice sounded from behind Sackler: "The cannons have been destroyed. I destroyed them myself."
The general ignored him and didn't stop. He just walked out.
So many people threw their lives on the mountain, climbed up the wall like ants in the rain of bullets, and fought in the corridor that was so cramped that they couldn't turn around. All was wasted by a big shot with a single word?
"I used the molten iron technique." Winters tried his best to suppress his emotions, his body was trembling: "The White Lion can't even put a cannon ball in it."
A military family background, ten years of military school education, and one and a half years of military life have turned Winters Montagne into an "institutionalized" person.
No one saw it more clearly than Antonio Serbetti: Military schools built to imitate the structure of monasteries eventually produced batches of "ascetics" and "fanatics".
Winters had little idea of what the world outside the military was like. From the moment he was born, he was placed in this system.
Loyalty, responsibility, executing orders, respecting superiors... obedience to authority is almost ingrained in his bones.
This is why he fights so "hard" for the Republic of Plato - without even realizing it.
An institutionalized person doesn't really care who the order comes from, as long as someone gives the order.
Becoming part of a larger whole - this act subconsciously brings him an irreplaceable sense of security, because this has been his life since he was a child.
In fact, it was not the Plato army that needed Winters Montagne, but Winters Montagne that needed the army.
It is like a sapling, which is put into a mold from the beginning, tied with ropes, and grows and extends in a predetermined direction.
But humans have limits, and so do institutionalized people.
The tight strings were broken one by one, and the faces of the dead warriors appeared before Winters' eyes.
They did not die for Plato, let alone Szekeli. They trusted him and loved him, and it was for him that they risked their lives to fight the barbarians. They died for him.
Winters drew his saber and shouted angrily at the general's back: "What on earth do you want me to do! Just for that shabby mountain bag! All my people are going to die there! They are all going to die there!"
Lieutenant Colonel Robert immediately reached out and grabbed Winters. His tongue was injured and he couldn't speak, and he made a vague "wow" sound anxiously.
Lieutenant Colonel Custer also grabbed Winters' other arm: "How presumptuous! You...you are drunk!"
"Don't be impulsive!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica, who was on the marching couch, stretched out his arms in vain into the darkness, trying to stop Winters.
Colonel Laszlo lit his pipe by an oil lamp, lowered his eyelids, and smoked slowly.
"Philpott! Mihaly! Salter..." Winters called out the names of the dead one after another.
Sackler, who had already stepped out of the tent with one leg, stopped. He stood quietly for two or three seconds, then suddenly turned around and walked back to Winters.
He looked directly into the second lieutenant's eyes and asked coldly: "Do I need to tell you my deployment?"
"Fuck you!!!" Winters struggled desperately, anger burning in his eyes.
Custer and Robert were staggered by him, and Lieutenant Colonel Robert twisted off his saber.
"Winters! Don't be impulsive! Don't be like this!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica almost begged. No, begging.
Sackler slowly wiped the saliva from his face and said shockingly: "The bridge has actually been opened!"
Everyone in the tent, including Winters, was shocked.
"The bridge deck is less than thirty meters from the other side of the river. Lieutenant Colonel Elek (engineer) thought of a way to rigidly fix the pontoon bridge to the frontmost bridge pile for the first fifteen meters. After ten meters, send people to the other side to pull The cable is fixed. For the last five meters, the water flows directly through it." Selleck looked at the other people in the tent and said word by word: "Apart from me, Arpad and Lieutenant Colonel Elek, you are the only ones who know about this. people."
Lieutenant Colonel Custer whispered: "Since the bridge has been opened, why not leave?"
"Can you leave?!" Szekler shouted: "The Hed people are guarding outside the camp, can they leave?! The White Lions have come with at least 30,000 reinforcements, and the three major tribes are connected with the tribes below to 'exhaust their eldest sons' ! Tell me, why hasn’t he launched a general attack yet?”
Without bothering his subordinates to answer, Sackler scolded him sternly: "Because he is waiting for the moment the bridge is opened! There is a retreat in front of us, and there are pursuers behind us. If we don't bother the white lion to exert its strength, we will be defeated!"
This truth was too straightforward for Winters to refute.
The bridge is hope and the spiritual pillar for the Plato people to fight against the water.
But if the bridge is really opened, it will not be a last-ditch battle, but a "surrounding of three bridges."
Waiting for the Platuan people will not be "escape", but "half-crossed and attacked".
In front of them are tens of thousands of vicious barbarians, and behind them is the only way to survive. As long as one man throws down his weapon and runs away, military morale will collapse like dominoes.
Sackler's tone was cold: "I want you to retake the Southern Highland fortress, not only for the artillery, but also to block the enemy's view and clear out the Herds in the trenches. Occupying the Southern Highlands, the enemy has an unobstructed view of the camp. We do They know everything. Tell me, can you leave?"
No one can answer this question.
Sackler spoke faster and faster: "When you attack, Arpad will lead another force to clear out the enemy troops who are attacking the camp, and the North Highland Fortress will also dispatch a brigade to reinforce you. A squadron of hussars We are already crossing the river by boat downstream. As soon as your battle starts, I will send people to build the bridge.
I want you to attract the attention of the Hurds and fight the White Lion time difference. Let him think we are still fighting for the fort, let him think the bridge is not yet repaired. Three hours! Within three hours, everyone has to cross the river!
Win and live! If you don’t win, you will die! Do you think I'm talking empty words? The army has been fighting for hundreds of miles, and less than half of them can still lift the sword. If you bleed, others won’t? ! "
Silence, only silence in the tent.
"Remove his post! If you don't want to go, don't use him! Laszlo, I'll give you command of the Jessica Brigade!"
After saying that, Sackler turned and left, this time he did not look back.
…
After a short rest and a small amount of troops replenishment, the raiding force that had just returned to the main camp attacked again.
This time they did not go straight to the southern highlands, but first detoured northwest.
There they would join forces with Bode's group and then launch an attack on the southern highland fortress.
At the same time, another force was gathering outside the north wall of the camp, led by Arpad.
They would launch attacks on the flanks of the enemy who were attacking the south wall of the camp, driving them back and preventing them from supporting the southern highland fortress.
A silver-gray horse slowly walked out of the night.
Angelou led Qiang Luck to Winters. When he saw his owner, the horse snorted happily.
After getting closer, Qiang Yun twitched his nose in displeasure, obviously he didn't like the smell of blood on Winters.
Winters wanted to feed Qiang Yun a sugar cube. After rummaging for a while, he suddenly remembered that he didn't bring a sugar bag.
"Did you bring any candy?" Winters asked Angelou.
"Candy?" Angelou looked around for a long time with his eyes wide open, and said apologetically: "I didn't bring any with me today."
"Stop being such a spoiled brat." Winters patted the side of Qiang Yun's neck and began to check the harness.
He adjusted the chest strap to make it tight and tight; carefully inspected the underside of the saddle, leaving no straw sticks; patiently smoothed the skin between Qiang Yun and the saddle, leaving no wrinkles.
Lieutenant Colonel Custer rode his black horse over. The lieutenant colonel dismounted next to Winters and praised Qiang Luck: "What a good horse. It's a pity that it fell into the hands of your infantry section."
Winters didn't bother to pay any attention to Custer.
Custer was not annoyed and asked again: "Didn't Sackler say you don't have to go?"
"I fucking volunteer!" Winters pushed back angrily.
"That's right, if you don't go, more of your people will die." Custer laughed and started talking about business: "Sackler said he was going to remove you from your post, just think of it as fart. You will be a reserve team this time. , we are pioneers.”
"What the hell?" Winters asked with his eyes.
"What that Laszlo guy means is that if we can win the fight, you can follow up. If we fight everything, you can just withdraw." Custer said nonchalantly: "When Plato and the barbarians are fighting, we can't always give in. You Veneta guy is in the limelight.”
Winters said nothing.
Custer wanted to leave, but suddenly turned around and asked, "You kid always looks at me sideways. Do you still remember the revenge of the whip in Wolf Town?"
At Mitchell Manor, Custer whipped Winters for no apparent reason. Although he doesn't hold a grudge, he is not well-educated enough to be slapped and then turn the other cheek.
In short, Winters didn't have a good look on Custer and only maintained a reluctant politeness.
Fortunately, the two of them didn't interact much, and the number of times they met was only a handful.
"If you don't answer, does that mean you are there?" Custer asked.
"That's right!" Winters was annoyed: "Why do you whip me for no reason?"
Custer's tone was helpless: "You Veneta people are so narrow-minded! [Revenge is the greatest happiness in the world], this is what you Veneta people say, right?"
Winters didn't want to argue. He turned back and continued to arrange the harness.
Lieutenant Colonel Custer pushed further and said with a smile: "How about you give me a punch? You and I are just kidding..."
Winters turned around and delivered a right hook to the left side of Custer's face.
Custer was beaten so hard that his heels were off the ground. He stumbled down like a drunkard and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "You really dare to hit me!"
Winters flicked his wrist, put on the stirrup and saddled up, then rode away.
Lieutenant Colonel Custer stood up, holding his cheek, and shouted at Winters' back: "Now it's even! We don't owe each other any more!"
…
Colonel Bode waited with his troops in the valley between the Southern Highlands and the Northern Highlands.
The troops starting from the main camp first walked northwest, crossed the trench, then turned southwest, and finally joined Bode's brigade.
According to Lieutenant Colonel Robert's order, each of the troops setting off from the camp carried three torches.
After the two sides joined forces, Colonel Bode took over the command.
The existing force is no longer enough to divide the troops into a feint attack, nor is it enough to attack the city with ants.
The only feasible plan was to attack through the gap on the west side, where Colonel Laszlo had last attacked.
White Lion did not add troops to the defenders. The reinforcements he sent were tentatively attacking the south wall of the camp.
Outside the south wall of the camp, the battle has begun.
Arpad led the 18 centuries that were still fully organized - including standing troops, auxiliary troops and engineers. Using the last light and heavy cavalry as the tip of the sword, he plunged hard into the left wing of the barbarians.
If Arpad could defeat or hold back this part of the enemy, the Southern Highlands fortress would be fighting against the remaining troops.
With the support of Bode's team, Plato still has a chance of winning.
Seeing the situation of his brother troops, Colonel Bode took the initiative to take over the vanguard job, with his chief group of the Sixth Army as the first echelon.
Colonel Laszlo's Chief Group of the Fifth Army and Lieutenant Colonel Robert's Second Group of the Sixth Army served as the second echelon.
Winters' men were in reserve.
In order to ensure the impact, Lieutenant Colonel Custer's cavalry also participated in the first wave of attacks.
Even with the addition of Bode's brigade, the total strength of the second wave of attacks was only a few thousand men.
"The fighting has already started in the camp! We don't need to cover up! This time we need to create momentum! To make the barbarians fearful!" Lieutenant Colonel Bode rode past in front of everyone: "Let's start the fight. Flag! Raise the torch!"
First, one or two torches were lit, and the flames spread quickly. From a distance, it looked like a giant flame python emerging from the ground.
The barbarian sentries on the southern highland fortress were so frightened that they forgot to blow the siren for a moment.
It wasn't until the flame python slowly crawled that Winters heard the sound of horns coming from the hillside.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert's intimidation tactics worked, and the Southern Highlands fortress was now in chaos.
"[Hudian] Wake up!" A Hud man ran and shouted: "[Hudian] The two-legged people are coming! Don't say tens of thousands!"
One of the Hud people shouted sternly: "[Hud language] Fart! How can it be tens of thousands, at most three thousand! You are lying!"
"[Herd] Knife! My knife!"
"[Herd] Who holds my horse?"
"..."
Some Hirds hurriedly put on their armor, while others led their horses and sneaked away.
"Uukhai!" A chilling war cry came from the west side of the fortress.
The simple wooden fence was dragged down, and the black-armored cavalry rushed into the fortress wall like thunder, followed closely by the sword and shield bearers of Bode's brigade.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert and Colonel Laszlo were fighting a hundred meters outside, and their troops were also staying a hundred meters outside the wall.
Learning from the lessons learned last time, this time the Palatuan people did not rush in in one fell swoop, but instead boarded the city in batches.
Colonel Laszlo took the last drag of his cigarette, as if he wanted to suck all the contents of the pipe into his lungs.
Then, he knocked the bowl on the heel of his boot and handed the pipe to his junior, Lieutenant Colonel Robert.
"Give it to you."
"Send it to me?" Lieutenant Colonel Robert took the pipe and asked in a vague voice, "I don't smoke. Monitor?"
A rare smile appeared on Colonel Laszlo's lips: "My son gave it to me. He originally wanted to learn sculpture, but I forced him into the army..."
Robert was so surprised that he waved his hands quickly: "I can't do this...ah!"
While talking, he accidentally touched the wound. There was a sweet taste in his mouth, and he was obviously bleeding again.
"Let's go!" Colonel Laszlo pulled out his sword, stabbed the horse in the ribs, and rushed towards the fortress at the head of the horse.
The soldiers behind them shouted and charged.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert was caught off guard, so he had to put his pipe in his clothes and follow with his whip.
A hundred meters behind Robert's and Laszlo's men - out of the range of the muskets, Montagne's men were on standby.
Winters watched the battle, biting his lip anxiously.
Qiang Yun also felt Winters' emotions and stepped uneasily.
Winters was completely tired of this war. He no longer wanted to fight for the Platons, but he sincerely hoped that Colonel Bode, Colonel Laszlo, and Lieutenant Colonel Robert would win.
At the same time, Winters was also closely observing the surrounding situation, and the Dusak in his hand was thrown out as a sentinel.
Will the White Lions send a second support force? he does not know.
The people who defended the fortress before were the Chihe tribe. I don't know if they came to help. In addition to his own troops, Winters did not know whether the White Lion could mobilize troops from other tribes.
The internal decision-making process of the Hedians is completely a mystery to the Platoans.
They didn't even know who was leading this barbarian army, but everyone knew about the "White Lion". So much so that the "white lion" has been abstracted from a separate individual into the "leader of the barbarians".
Suddenly, he heard a series of hoofbeats coming from ahead.
"Who?" Heinrich asked sharply.
The visitor shouted: "It's me! Balog!"
Lieutenant Barlog was Colonel Bode's centurion.
"The barbarians can't hold on anymore!" Lieutenant Barlog rushed to Winters' side and shouted: "Colonel Bode orders your troops to attack immediately! Crush them completely!"
Winters turned around and looked at his warriors: "Do you still believe me?"
"Long live!" Ish from Ganshui Town slapped his breastplate and was the first to shout: "Blood Wolf!"
"Blood Wolf!" Even people who are not his old subordinates are shouting: "Long live!"
Mason said softly: "They are willing to follow you, even to hell, just give them the order."
Winters' eyes were sore. He pulled down his visor and pulled out his saber: "Then follow me! Charge!"
"Uukhai!"
The battle inside the fortress reached a stalemate, with the Platts gradually occupying the square, but the barbarians still firmly controlled the walls and internal buildings.
The fighting power of the Chihe tribe barbarians is far more fierce than other tribes. The Palatuan people did not have an advantage in military strength, but the Chihe tribe barbarians gradually gained a foothold.
"[Herdese] Musketeers come up to the wall! Beat their leader!" The real commander of the fortress, Captain Xun Ying [Lazhen], stood on the east wall holding a horsetail flag and shouted in command: "[Herdese] Fight those two-legged people with the most gorgeous armor! Fight those two-legged people with the biggest helmets and tassels! Don’t be afraid of hitting your own people."
The pistol cavalry instantly became the most conspicuous target, and they were shot and killed one after another.
Seeing his cavalry being shot and killed one after another, Lieutenant Colonel Custer was furious. He raised his scimitar high, rode up the steps, roared and charged at the Swift Eagle: "Kill!"
"[Herd] Beat him!" Swift Eagle pointed at Lieutenant Colonel Custer with a horsetail flag and shouted: "[Herd] Kill this leader!"
The dark horse was about to rush onto the rampart, and the musketeer on the opposite wall aimed at Lieutenant Colonel Custer and pressed the firing rod.
Several gunshots were fired in succession, and Lieutenant Colonel Custer's body seemed to tremble. He threw his machete towards the horsetail flag, then leaned back and slipped off the horse.
After being shot twice, the black horse lost control of its rider. In pain, it jumped directly off the wall and fell into the ravine outside the wall.
"[Hedian] Good! Good!" Commander Swift Eagle laughed loudly: "[Hedian] There is a reward! A big reward!"
Suddenly, the war cry "Uukhai!" that frightened the Hedians sounded again outside the castle.
Captain Swift Eagle was frightened and shouted a warning at the top of his lungs: "[Hedian] Another two-legged people are coming! Fight them!"
The silver-gray war horse jumped up from the gap in the fortress wall, and Montagne's troops joined the battle.
Through the smoke and dust, Winters saw the horsetail flag and green feathers on the east wall at a glance.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert hugged Colonel Laszlo, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, and shouted at Winters from a distance: "Second Lieutenant Montagne! Go up to the city wall! Cut the flag!"
Senior Varga, who had a hole in his face, lay quietly next to Lieutenant Colonel Robert. God failed to protect him.
The next second, there was a hole in Lieutenant Colonel Robert's breastplate. He touched the breastplate in disbelief and slowly fell backward.
"Climb the wall!" Winters' heart tightened suddenly as if being grasped by invisible hands. He shouted angrily: "Climb the wall! Musketeers! Shoot Hong Feiyu!"
Montagne's sword-and-shielders and musketeers bypassed the melee and attacked the steps leading up to the wall.
"[Hidden] Fight the one who rides the silver horse!" Swift Eagle also saw the centurion riding the silver-gray horse at a glance, calling to the musketeer beside him: "[Hidden] Fight his horse!"
The furious Winters fired a flying arrow at Qing Lingyu: "Shut up!"
The distance was too far and the steel nails lost their accuracy. Qing Lingyu was still fine, and more and more musketeers were turning their guns towards Winters.
"Little guy, stand still and don't move." Winters said gently to Qiang Yun.
Qiang Yun stood motionless, and the section of the fortress wall next to him was hit by lead bullets, causing dust and sawdust to fly.
Winters threw off the stirrups, stepped on the saddle, and jumped directly from the gap to the top of the wall amidst Ciel's exclamations.
Even the barbarians on the city wall were dumbfounded.
It wasn't until Winters smashed the head of a musketeer with a turning hammer that the other barbarians woke up from their dreams.
"[Herd] It's that guy!" The musketeers and archers fled away desperately: "[Herd] That guy is here again!"
"[Herd] It's him again! Do you want to come again?" Swift Eagle ordered in a hateful voice: "[Herd] Quiver Soldier! Surround and kill that armored soldier!"
The leaders of various tribes selected capable warriors to guard the big tent, and allowed them to carry quivers beside the leaders. They were called "quiver warriors".
Twenty men with quivers in double armor and holding hammers and axes rushed towards Winters in the face of the fleeing archers and musketeers - Swift Eagle had prepared them and was waiting for this moment.
Seeing a group of wolf-like barbarians attacking Winters, Charles shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hurry and help the centurion! Human ladder! Send me up the wall!"
The battlefield was extremely noisy, but Winters seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat. He only has one goal in his eyes, and that is the horse-tail flag and Qing Lingyu.
He raised his hand and fired two flying arrows in succession.
One shot hit the chest, and the quiver's body stagnated and he continued to rush forward.
Another shot hit the faceplate, leaving a bloody hole in the quiver's face, and he fell forward.
Winters' flying arrow technique is not powerful enough to penetrate two layers of heavy armor, and must be aimed at the weak point of the face armor at close range to kill.
The barbarians came prepared - so what?
Winters pulled the glass bottle from his gauntlet, closed his eyes, and crushed it.
His palm erupted with lightning-like light, even briefly lighting up the entire fortress.
The eyes of the quiver warriors were white at first, and then suddenly turned to darkness, and they covered their eyes and screamed one after another.
A flash spell disabled the quiver's eyesight, and Winters rushed into the quiver with a hammer.
The quiver who was facing him was hit by the hammer, and he didn't even make a sound. He leaned back and collapsed on the ground.
The second quiver was beaten until his orifices bled, but he was not killed on the spot. He shouted with the last of his strength: "[Herd] He's here!"
Even if their eyesight had not yet recovered, the other quiver warriors still followed the sound and rushed towards them.
A quiver touched Winters' armor and immediately hugged Winters around the waist, holding him as if he was going to snap him in half.
"[Herd] I've got him! Kill him!" the quiver man shouted.
After saying just one word, his brains exploded from the lysis technique.
But more quiver warriors heard the sound and rushed over, and their eyesight was gradually recovering.
Winters was already trapped in a tight siege. He knocked over the quiver in front of him and smashed the opponent's armor with a hammer: "Go to hell!"
When he swung the hammer down, an iron hammer hit him hard on the back.
Winters' body was knocked forward and fell onto the body of the quiver. The momentum was dispersed throughout his back by the plate armor, and it still hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
He swung his arm and smashed the knee of a quiver. He twisted his body desperately and launched the disintegration technique on the ferocious barbarian in front of him.
Warm blood spurted onto his faceplate and even flew into his eyes through the bars of the observation window.
The dead Quiver lost control of his body and pressed heavily on Winters.
"Not good." Winters had only one thought in his mind.
Before he could push the corpse away from him, other quiver warriors rushed towards the corpse.
Winters' limbs and internal organs were being crushed bit by bit - this time it wasn't phantom pain, but real pain.
Under the Quiver's body, Winters roared and moaned like a dying beast.
He no longer retains magic power, and launches disintegration techniques one after another without any direction.
But it was no use, he killed the quiver warriors one by one, and the quiver warrior's body was still pressing on him like a mountain, slowly crushing him to death.
Many episodes of life come to mind.
He recalled going to visit graves with his mother when he was a child, and her mother pointed to two unfamiliar tombstones and told him that these were his parents—from then on, his mother became his aunt.
He thought of the joy he felt when he received his first wooden sword from Antonio. But from then on, he would be woken up early every day to practice swordsmanship. From then on, he hated that wooden sword.
He recalled the fight he had with Benvenuto when he first entered Lu. The children in the dock area always wanted to teach the children in the military residential area a lesson. After a few fights, everyone became good friends.
He thought of Elizabeth, who was ugly and wrinkled when she was born. ah! Ella has become a grown-up girl.
But when Ella was just born, his heart was full of fear that his "parents" would no longer love him unconditionally. Alas, why did you think so at that time?
Finally, he thought of Anna's hair tips bathed in the sun, of Anna's raised corners of her mouth and sly eyes, and of Anna calling him "Mr. Montagne."
When did he start caring about Mademoiselle Navarre? He couldn't tell clearly, maybe it started with that slap.
"Will you forget me?" Winters slowly closed his eyes. He was really too tired. Although I am unwilling to do so, it is better to just dissipate like this.
He felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and suddenly a strange thought came into his mind: "I'm not going to fucking heaven, am I?"
Even he himself wanted to laugh at the idea.
No, it's actually getting lighter... it's the things on my body that are getting lighter.
Outside the "mountain of corpses", Charles stabbed the still alive Quiver into the back of the head, and Heinrich and the other warriors frantically ripped open the Quiver's body.
Beneath the pile of corpses they found Centurion Montagne.
Ciel took off his helmet with trembling hands, and Winters seemed to be smiling under the iron helmet.
"Why are you doing this?" Ciel punched Winters' breastplate with a cry in his voice: "You still have us! Why do you always have to go up alone! You still have us!"
Winters smiled even wider.
The others scrambled to help the centurion up.
"That's right." Winters said with a smile, "I still have you."
"Bang! Bang!" A series of gunshots were heard not far away, and both the living and the dead were beaten to pieces.
Swift Eagle shouted ecstatically: "[Hidden] Beat him to death!"
Winters felt a heat in his abdomen, and he subconsciously reached out to touch it, but only touched the steel plate - the wound was under the armor.
He sat on the corpse of the quiver, trying to hold himself up.
"Char!" Winters pointed at the Qing Lingyu: "Slay the general and capture the flag for me!"
"You take care of the centurion." Charles shouted at Heinrich, who nodded heavily.
Charles grabbed the military flag, raised his saber high, and shouted loudly: "Follow me!"
The soldiers at the top of the wall let out a thunderous war cry and followed Ciel towards the horse-tailed flag.
Seeing all the quiver warriors die miserably in battle, the barbarians on the wall were heartbroken and fled one after another.
Yes, Ciel was right. Winters still had them and could still count on them.
Winters leaned against the parapet, watching Ciel and the other warriors charge forward to the horse-tail flag and slash the flagpole with a single blow.
And that Qing Lingyu pulled out his own feathers and fled to no one knows where.
The Palatine military flag replaced the horse-tail banner, and the Palatine people in the fortress became more popular.
But Barbarian's backbone seemed to have been ripped out, and he no longer had that ferocious energy.
"Get out of the way and let them out!" Colonel Bode yelled and ordered.
The soldiers guarding the gap retreated to both sides, leaving a way to escape. At this point, Barbarian completely lost his will to resist.
At first, one barbarian dropped his weapon and ran away. In the blink of an eye, all the barbarians were defeated.
"Long live!" the Plato soldiers cheered: "Long live!"
But soon no one shouted anymore, and fear appeared on the faces of even the brave Plato soldiers.
The rumble of horse hooves came from the northwest and southwest, and everyone knew what it meant.
"The barbarians are coming!" Angelou rode Ryzhik into the fortress and warned everyone: "The barbarians are coming."
There were several Dusacs following Angelou, but the number was far less than the Dussacs sent out by Winters.
"Block the door." Colonel Bode shouted at the top of his lungs: "Seal the gap!"
The Plato soldiers who came to their senses moved everything at hand to the gap in the fortress wall - even corpses.
Angelou found Winters and saw tears in his eyes when he saw the centurion's appearance.
"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet." Winters glanced weakly at the ponyboy and asked, "Where are the others?"
"We were scattered. They should have returned to the main camp. The barbarians who attacked the main camp were defeated and have been driven out of the trench by General Arpad."
Suddenly, the sound of war horses neighing came from the gap, and a straw-yellow war horse jumped into the gap that had not been blocked. Then three more riders filed in.
"It's a barbarian!" Some Plato soldiers shouted in fear. More Plato soldiers took up arms.
Four reckless horsemen quickly surrounded and killed them. The war horses were also stabbed to death and carried to the gap to serve as roadblocks.
Heinrich helped Winters sit against the wall. He gave the latter a sip of strong liquor from the flask - the usual method of analgesia.
Then the two men took off Winters' breastplate, and Charles took the lead bullets. The lead was not penetrated deeply into the body and did not damage the abdominal organs. It was removed with only two daggers.
"How is he?" Colonel Bode came to Winters and asked Heinrich and Charles.
"I'm fine." Winters tried his best to smile.
After a brief cleaning, Ciel began to suture the wound. He had never done this work before, so he sewed crookedly and shed tears while sewing.
"Hold on." Colonel Bode took the bottle, took a sip, and said to Winters, "It's just you and me now."
Winters' head was so dizzy that he didn't understand what the other party was saying for a moment.
Colonel Bode took another sip and returned the flask to Winters: "There is also Robert, but he only has one breath left."
The rumble of horse hooves stopped outside the castle.
A soldier came to report to Colonel Bode: "Sir, there is a barbarian outside who can speak our language. He said he wants to talk to the 'commander'."
"He can talk if he wants to?" Colonel Bode scolded angrily.
"He said his name is Yassin." The soldier added: "Just mention this name to you."
…
The gate creaked up, and the two riders walked out of the fortress side by side, holding torches.
Almost all the Platoans knew that they faced an enemy called the "White Lion", but few knew about "Yasin".
But Colonel Bird knew it, and so did Winters.
Winters forced himself to be helped onto his horse. He must see this enemy.
On the hillside, a rider on a red-armored black horse also held a torch, waiting for them.
In the concept of the Platuan people, the "white lion" has gradually become an abstract code name, which represents the image of an extremely vicious, extremely strong, barbarian among barbarians - if not, how could the "white lion" be Bringing so much suffering to the Platuan people.
Compared with this image, the red-armored black horse rider looks a bit... ordinary.
That pair of red armor Winters was a bit familiar, because some of the armor plates on it were the wrong color, and they were obviously new ones.
"Are you the 'White Lion'?" Lieutenant Colonel Bode asked.
The red-armored rider laughed and replied in Common Tongue with a slight accent: "Yes."
"Then can you lift up your helmet and let me have a look?" Winters asked sincerely: "I want to see what the famous white lion looks like."
The red-armored rider laughed again, seemingly not offended. He untied the ropes, loosened the neck brace, took off the helmet, and said gently: "That's what it looks like."
The last time Winters fought the White Lion, the two were less than a hundred meters apart, and he was armed with two cannons.
Of course, the White Lion probably doesn't agree with the description of "fighting". It's obvious that he doesn't even know who Winters Montagne is.
This was Winters' first opportunity to see his enemy face to face.
Under the helmet is a pair of brown eyes and a somewhat ordinary face.
"A little disappointed, aren't you?" the brown-eyed owner asked.
"A bit." Winters couldn't hide his disappointment.
The white lion laughed heartily.
Winters suddenly realized that this distance was within the effective killing range of his flying arrow technique... The white lion was not wearing a helmet now.
But he didn't have any because he was so tired. The battle just now had exhausted his "magic", and it was too despicable to do so.
Colonel Bode coughed lightly and said, "Are you here to persuade us to surrender? If so, please come back."
"No." White Lion shook his head slightly: "I just want to see what Plato's warriors look like."
He nodded in greeting and rode away.
The White Lion may have other plans, but Colonel Bode doesn't mind, he just wants to delay time.
After this brief meeting, the White Lion did not immediately attack. But it was his business not to attack, and the Platoans were leaving.
As soon as he returned to the fort, Colonel Bode immediately began to arrange for a retreat: "Blow up the gunpowder magazine! Leave all the torches! Light everything you can! Take away the military flags...take away all the military flags. Oh! Draw two false flags for him to hang." !”
Winters stood on the south wall of the fortress, quietly looking at the River Styx.
It was difficult for him to see if anyone was crossing the bridge - the moonlight was so dim.
Although he could see something the size of an ant moving on the bridge, it did not mean that the bridge was open. It was probably the engineers building the bridge.
Being in the north and south highlands, what can really be seen at a glance is the Palato Camp.
Although the camp has implemented complete blackout, there is not a trace of light.
But Winters could still make out faint signs of troop movement.
Sackler's retreat plan was extremely decisive: the tents would not be dismantled, the camps would not be burned, the mules and horses would be taken away, and the carts would be thrown away. Everyone would cross the river with only weapons, ammunition, blankets and all dry food.
After crossing the Styx River, we were only a hundred kilometers away from the Plato border. It was easy to walk twenty kilometers a day with light equipment, and it was not difficult to walk thirty kilometers a day gritted our teeth.
The dry food was probably not enough, and Winters estimated that Sackler was counting on some supplies to be sent from the mainland.
There are signs of troop activity in the Palato Camp, which means that Sackler's plan has been successful and the troops are crossing the river in an orderly manner.
No longer needing to keep secrets, Colonel Bode stood on the south wall and summoned all the officers and soldiers to him.
"I have good news for everyone!" Colonel Bode glanced at everyone with bright eyes: "The bridge has been completed! It is now possible to cross the river!"
There was an uproar in the small square in the fortress. Not only the soldiers were stunned, but even the centurions were stunned.
Colonel Bode pressed his hands down and signaled everyone to be quiet: "Without our desperate fight, the bridge would not have been completed! If we had not retaken the fortress! The bridge would not have been completed! Tonight, everyone here is a hero! Everyone deserves to be rewarded! I will ask the headquarters for credit for everyone! Money! Land! They will all be there!"
The mood of the officers and soldiers evolved from surprise to joy, and their morale was extremely high.
Colonel Bode waved his hand: "Put on your weapons and raise the military flag! We triumph!"
The officers and soldiers were scattered and they were going to retreat.
Wintes said with a bitter smile to Colonel Bude: "I don't know if I should admire you, or I should be afraid of you."
"Editing the basket Laos basket, all of which are close." Colonel Bodo said unreasonable: "I am afraid that at the last moment, the army's hearts are scattered, and everyone must let everyone get rid of it."
Wintes nodded.
"How about your injury?" Colonel Bude asked with a smile: "Can you ride a horse? I arrange someone to lift you back?"
"Rest assured, can ride." Winteus has gradually adapted to the pain of the wound -after all, it is slightly inferior to fantasy pain.
Colonel Bade suddenly held Winter's arm and asked very intimately: "Winteus, I wonder if you have a engagement? I have a daughter, with a personality and thoughtfulness, and the appearance of the moon is a little younger. Don't worry! You are satisfied with the dowry bag ... "
Winter wanted to ask: Where is this fucking?
However, if the mouth of Bodhide hangs the river, he can't intervene at all.
In these purgatory, he would rather take another shot, fainted, and he was a hundred.
Suddenly, the words of Bodoh.
Wintes seized the opportunity and just wanted to say, "I'm engaged!" However, he heard it.
It is the sound of horseshoe, thousands of horses.
The initial almost couldn't hear, but it became clearer.
Running at night is very dangerous, and thousands of horses run together, unless they have necessary reasons.
"Go!" Colonel Bude was shocked: "Go now!"
Wintes immediately used the soundplay to assist in passing the order: "Listen to each 100 people! Starting immediately!"
"Let everyone follow the military flag! Not allowed to leave!"
The sound of magical increase sounds the fortress: "Follow the flag of the army! Not allowed to leave!"
The gates on the east side of the fortress rose.
Colonel Bade stuffed the flag into Winter: "Hurry up! You open the way! My hall! Take everyone!"
Winterz did not talk nonsense. He called for a strong luck, stepped on the saddle, held up the military flag, and yelled: "Go with me! Kill back!"
There will be no mistakes, the overstraperer of the barbarians comes.
The white lion may really just want to meet the enemy with the enemy.
When did he discover the Palata camp, Wintes didn't know. It is likely that when he took the Chihe people to the South Highland, he had noticed the situation of the bridge.
The reason why he did not launch an attack on the South Highland was to wait for the Hede co -troops.
The troops have completely lost their establishment, and everyone poured out of the fortress. Winteers held up the military flag, and everyone else was running with the flag.
There are several places in the peripheral trenches that have been filled and the soil walls have been dug -the barbarians who have attacked the Palata camp have come in from those places.
This time, the barbarian still walked in those places.
The barbarians are rushing to the camp, and Winter is also taking people to the camp, the situation is like a race.
However, the "two legs" who found the camp from the mountain to the camp immediately immediately had several red feathers that attracted the cavalry of the headquarters.
The Hud cavalry screamed, waving a machete, a long spear, and a sketch towards the wing of the "legs".
Winteus was anxious and angry, using the flagpole as a spear, and stabbing the barbaric ride from the right side: "Stop me to death!"
The barbarian was directly picked down and fell heavily. Winter's mouth collapsed, her arms were numb.
Winteus continued to stab the horse ribs rarely and continued to run into the camp.
On the hillside of less than one kilometer, the Parat soldiers ran fast and slowly, and finally pulled a line.
The barbarians came from the side wings, and almost instantly rushed the Palatie soldiers.
The losing the system of Paraqu soldiers was a plate of scattered sand and could not resist the charge at all.
The Palati people, who were fighting, were cut down and stabbed to death, screaming and calling for help.
Ish in Ganshui Town was scattered with others, leaving only him at this moment.
For more than a dozen meters away, a fierce barbarians were just a knife, so they split a Paratian's left shoulder.
Ish couldn't recognize who the person who was killed, and he ran down the mountains and prayed desperately not to find himself.
But the barbarians still found him, and we blamed to rush to him, and Xueliang's scimitar raised high.
Ish waved his side sword in despair, and he closed his eyes.
Nothing happened, the barbarian strangely crossed Ish and rushed around him again.
It turned out to be playing with him!
Shame, anger, despair ... Ish stared at his eyes, holding his side sword tightly and pointed at the barbaric.
"Come! Fuck your mother!" Ish cried and cursed: "I fight with you!"
The barbarian converged with a smile, raised the scimitar to the back, and rushed towards the lonely Ish at full speed.
The hot air sprayed by the horses, the helmet feathers of the barbarians, the arc -shaped blade ... These things are getting closer and closer in Ish's vision.
Ish did not avoid it, holding the sword with both hands and pointed to the barbaric horse, hissing and exhaustedly shouted: "Lord! Forgive me! Protect my soul from falling into ..."
The moment the war horse rushed to Ish, the barbarian disappeared suddenly.
The war horses were thrilling across Ish, running without a trace.
Ish looked at it again, the barbarian was nailed to the ground by a flag, and the flag's tip of the flag penetrated from the right rib of the barbarian and stabbed the left rib.
A silver -gray steed broke through the night, and followed a few figures behind him.
Just seeing this war horse, Ish has burst into tears: "a centurion!"
Ish pulled out the flag from the barbarian body and ran to the centurion.
"Go with me!" Winter took the military flag and continued to go to the hillside.
Ish wiped his tears and ran to the hillside with Winter's back.
Winter rushed to the camp like a gallop. As soon as he turned around, he found that everyone was gone.
The speed of strength is too fast, and everyone is far behind.
He immediately returned and killed again.
Wherever there is a call for help, he goes wherever he goes, and more and more people follow him.
He was not good at riding, and the flag was not his familiar weapon. The torn injury of the tiger's mouth made him almost unable to hold the weapon.
He died a dozen times, and he ate his opponent with his height, strong armor, strong armor, and strong fortune.
He heard Ish shouted behind him: "Adult! Wait for us!"
Winterrs was holding the horse, lying on the neck of a strong luck, and panting desperately.
He has been on the verge of limit, physical and spiritual.
"The stitches of the abdomen must be torn apart." He thought: "Blood has flowed in pants."
Charles, Ish, and other soldiers caught up: "Where can I go now?"
Winter's model was vaguely heard someone shouting on the right hand.
They are shouting: "Montaniel is long! Save us!"
Wintes pointed at the direction of the shouting with his military flag: "Where to go!"
A spear -holding barbarian ride lightly around two Parat soldiers around the back.
He was too tired and his response became dull. While he picked the opponent from immediately, the other party also picked him down.
Wintes felt like a small meeting in the air, and then fell sharply on the ground.
His sturdy chest armor was stamped by huge impact.
His soldiers guarded him. Charles begged with crying: "Let's go! Let's cross the river! Let's go!"
Wintes has been burned, leaving only a little remaining ash.
He looked at the face around. Tears slipped across the cheeks and fell on the wasteland that had infiltrated his blood.
He seemed to let go of all the burdens and said softly, "Okay, cross the river, let's go home."
The soldiers helped him with seven hands.
"Bridge!" Angelu shivered and shouted in horror: "Bridge!"
Angulu hugged Wintes and cried: "Belief! They burned the bridge!"
Duzak, who has been suffering in his life, has never cried so desperate and sad in his life.
Looking at the sound, everyone present almost collapsed to the ground.
Under the hillside and on the underworld, the bridge has turned into a sea of fire.
The sound of a few explosions came, and the wood fragments were lifted up high, and the underworld rose a few groups of water.
The Palata people who had no time to cross the river gathered on the river beach and sorrowful.
It turned out to be like this ... Wintes understood, he all understood.
The last remaining ash began to burn, and Wintes slapped Angelu fiercely and scolded it vigorously: "What are you crying!"
Angelu hit a spirit, stopped crying, and twitched gently.
It seemed to be extremely cold, and Winter's body couldn't stop shaking. He started laughing, laughing, laughing and intermittently, he said with a smile, "Fuck fucking."
After saying this, he began to cough violently again, as if he had to cough his lungs. His chest was ups and downs, and every cough would bring out blood.
No one knew what to say, and everyone stayed beside Winter.
On the banks of the Minghe River, the last resistance of the camp also disappeared. The barbarian entered the camp and began to burn and loot.
Winters and others have been surrounded by Heda's barbarians.
To stop the cough, Winterzla took Charles' hand and asked, "Remember the place for our hiding raft?"
Shire nodded desperately.
"When I was in the logging team, I made a few rafts and hidden in the bridge forest." Winter told others: "We attack the bridge forest, who dares to stop who kills! After the river, we are safe. If I die, you follow Charles to find. Shire also died, you can find it in the bridge forest. "
Winter stood up with the flag: "Go!"
A Palata man fled again on the hillside, and saw the Palata flag in Wimble's hand from a distance, so anxious to ask for help: "Colonel Bade was intercepted by the barbarians!"
Wintes reached out to the reins that were far -fetched: "I'm going to save Colonel Bude."
"Let's go together!" Charles and Angelu helped Worms for a strong fortune.
"No! You go to ensure the raft! I will meet you. Shire, Angelu, take everyone back!" Wintes gently patted the strong luck: "Little guy, take me to find Colonel Bade. "
The strong luck was hissing, carrying Winter Montanne disappearing in the night.
…
Some people say "there must be heavy rain after the war", but this sentence is not fulfilled every time.
There are no heavy rain this time.
Wuyun scattered, revealing the blue sky. The sun shines on a human body, bringing a trace of warmth.
Only the corpse of the wasteland, the floating bridge fragments that were rushed ashore, and the dark red blood stains on the kwa proved that a war happened last night.
The killing has ended, and the horses of the regions are looking for loot or stripping the body in the camp.
Gold and silver are good things, armor, weapons, horses are also good things, and Hedes are not wasted.
The little lion walked through this battlefield and looked at the remaining bridge piles in the river.
"Little lion, go!" A guard ran over to ventilate: "There are very good children under the hillside!
The little lion smiled and asked: "The fireman is tame, what do you call me to do it?"
The guard sly answered: "The temper is irritable! If the baked man can't tame, isn't it us for us?"
Little lion laughed: "Okay! Go and see."
Ride to the hillside and saw the horse.
The little lion had to admit that it was indeed a good horse, which made him feel a little bit exciting.
The silver -gray steed around the circle around the circle, and sent out a sorrow.
The baking fireman was trying to set the horse. Every time he dropped the rope, the horse lowered his head to avoid it.
The baking fireman wanted to approach the horse, go to the reins, and the horse turned to kick him.
It is difficult for the bakery to deal with this horse alone and refuse to greet others for help. They can only be deadlocked.
"It's really a good horse!" The little lion said to the baking fireman.
"Yeah! I recognize this horse." The baking fireman replied: "Its original owner killed my bald bald. This horse is here, presumably the people died last night."
[Note: Baba Er'er is the name of the Warriors in Hedu, which is similar to the meaning of the "champion" in mainland China]
There are more and more Hed people around, and silver -gray steeds are becoming more anxious. It was sad, around the small circle.
The little lion listened quietly for a while, and said softly, "It seems to be sad."
"Ma is spiritual, can the owner die?"
The little lion asked again, "Why don't it run?"
"I don't know either."
The little lion narrowed brown eyes and observed, and suddenly said, "It seems to be protecting something!"
After speaking, the little lion went forward.
"Be careful, don't be kicked by it." The fireman reminded casually.
The baking fireman does not think that the little lion can tame the horse alone, and some people also come to eat. He is actually very happy.
The little lion didn't talk. He tried to relax his body as much as possible, moved his steps slowly, and said softly to Ma Er: "Rest assured, rest assured, I have no hostility."
Ma'er stared at the little lion vigilantly, but just refused to leave.
When I walked near, the little lion discovered that Mal was pacing around a military flag.
He also noticed that two arrows were inserted on Ma'er's chest, and the arrow tail had been broken -this made him very sorry.
The little lion is close to the position that the firefire has never been approaching, which makes the fireer's face unable to hang. He slowly opened the military flag and a corpse was exposed.
The surrounding Hedes exclaimed.
There are two bullet holes on the chest armor of the corpse, one in the abdomen and the other in the heart.
The abdomen may be able to live, and the gun in the heart must die.
"He is dead, you are sad, I know." The little lion slowly approached the horse: "Let me pull the arrow for you."
The eyes of the silver -gray steed seemed to be crying. He lowered his neck and slowly snuggled on the shoulder of the little lion.
The little lion gently stroked the horse with his left hand, held the arrow handle in his right hand, and pulled it out cruelly.
Ma Er made a sorrow for the last time, and then fell down. Its voice spread throughout the battlefield, and every war horse was sorrowful.
The little lion looked at the corpse on the ground and said softly, "You have such a partner, it is not a vain."
He suddenly wanted to see what the master of the horse looked like, so he squatted down and unbuttoned the body's helmet, and he stunned.
The surrounding Hedes were blank and didn't know what the little lion was doing.
The little lion couldn't believe his eyes, he panicked completely: "How can it be you! How can he! How can you die here!"
Others couldn't understand what the little lion was talking about, but they had never seen the little lion's panic.
"No! No!" The little lion said, "There is still breathing!"
He put his hand on the edge of the "corpse" nostril and confirmed that there was a weak breathing.
He quickly unbuttoned the chest armor of "Hestas". The gun wounds in the abdomen had blood, and the "gunshot wound" of his heart was nothing -the jug blocked this fatal blow.
"Come!" The little lion shouted gladly: "Come on!"
