Failure always comes suddenly and unexpectedly.
The vanguard army marched to the ten kingdoms of Chuimu Town. In the dark night, when the man stood on the mound and observed, he saw the mighty torches coming from all directions with the hooves of horses.
The man realizes that he is about to be struck by tragic lightning.
Although the man's long military career allowed the man to react immediately and order someone to blow the horn, however, it was dark night and with Myron taking away most of the officers, the entire legion was in rare chaos. The flaw caused the legion's destined defeat.
Those superior slaves straddling assault rifles and wearing fine armor rode forward on armored horses, like giant shuttles, instantly cutting through the front line of the vanguard army.
The chaos in the vanguard legion expanded. The man immediately took the lead and led the cavalry into the enemy formation, shouting for the fighting spirit of the soldiers.
The beloved consul personally fought with the enemy, and the soldiers gradually stopped being chaotic. They regained their fighting spirit and used their spears to dismount the cavalry.
However, after temporarily resisting a wave of offensive, almost everyone saw the enemy's torches pouring towards here in a continuous stream.
And somewhere, a sharp-eyed soldier exclaimed:
"The flag of Deputy Commander Myron is the flag of Deputy Commander Myron!"
As the enemy troops gradually approached, the news that Deputy Commander Myron's flag appeared among the enemy troops spread throughout the entire Pioneer Corps in an instant.
After the man discerned the pattern of the flag in the heavy firelight, his blood froze immediately.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind at once:
Myron was probably captured and his flag captured. No, Myron had a very clear judgment of the situation and might have withdrawn in time, but he dropped the flag during the retreat...
However, when the man saw the flag clearly with his excellent eyesight, he was shocked to find that the flag had no trace of damage and was almost brand new.
He saw Myron standing under the flag, commanding the slave cavalry to charge.
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The Vanguard Corps was routed outside the town of Weepwood.
This was undoubtedly the first defeat of the Ailan Biyin city-state, and it was an extremely tragic defeat.
Night battles, ambushes, lack of officers and betrayal, even though the vanguard army showed amazing fighting spirit, failure was still inevitable. In fact, even in the face of such adverse conditions, the entire army persisted for half an hour before being defeated. , rather than collapse at the first touch like most of the enemies they have faced.
Under the desperate protection of the cavalry, the man escaped. He never thought that the lightning of failure would come so suddenly, nor did he think that Myron would betray him, so that he panicked and chose the road. Without direction in the dark night, he and the only remaining The two cavalrymen fled north.
When he came back to his senses, the man gasped one after another, and the cloud of failure enveloped him. For the first time, he felt that Ailan must be because the city-state was so fragile that it could not even withstand a betrayal.
"How many kingdoms have we traveled to?" The man managed to calm down and asked the cavalry beside him.
"Consul," the cavalryman also said with lingering fear, "maybe thirty, no, forty kingdoms, I don't know, we ran too fast."
Another young cavalryman, his face was cold and pale due to the jolting of the horse, and he was speechless.
At night in the desert, the cold air carried wind and sand and beat them on their faces.
The man headed towards their escape path, a series of horse hoof prints were left on the road, and he immediately became nervous.
"The Forty Kingdom is not far enough. Run further until you are sure to get rid of them!" The man said hoarsely, his eyes dry, "Otherwise they can follow the horse's hoof prints and catch up, damn it!"
The men desperately hoped that this desert would create a sandstorm behind them, covering all traces and blocking the enemy's path.
At the man's command, the three men drove the horses with whips.
In the dry and cold desert night, the horses were running wildly under their feet, their four hooves trembling, and the heavy wind sweeping the dust was not only tormenting people, but also torturing animals. Men knew that they could not slow down. In order to run faster, they He had to throw down his armor and keep driving his horse.
Finally, after running for just over twenty kingdoms, the man heard a heavy sound behind him.
He grabbed the reins and stopped.
A cavalryman's horse couldn't hold up. It fell straight down in the desert, and his head hit the ground and made a small crater. The young cavalryman was also thrown out.
The man wanted to drive his horse over, but he felt that his horse was trembling even though he was standing.
The war horses were exhausted.
"Consul...my horse can't run anymore." The young cavalryman said with a trembling voice and a cry.
Every inch of the young cavalryman's body was trembling with fear. He felt extremely frightened.
Another cavalryman reluctantly pulled the horse over and said bitterly: "Consul...my horse will not be able to support it."
The man cursed his horse fiercely, and the latter lowered his head and hissed in a low voice. He helplessly climbed down from the horse.
"Lead the horses and let's walk as fast as possible and find a higher mound to give them a breather." The man said with his only sense.
The two cavalrymen obeyed the order, and the three of them worked together to lift up the fallen war horse and walked for a short distance, but the horse had already sprained its feet.
Normally, he would only need to let it recover for a period of time, but now time was running out, and the man was not sure whether the enemy had followed a series of horse hoof prints and was chasing after him.
"Myron! Born of a beast!" the man cursed. He stared at the sprained war horse and said to the young cavalryman: "Leave it here. The blame will be placed on me and Myron."
The young cavalryman had already had a premonition. He stared at his companion who had been with him for several years. The friendship between war horses was hard to let go of for a cavalryman.
He couldn't help but tears welling up in his eyes.
The war horse meekly licked his weeping face.
"Goodbye, beauty." The young cavalryman said in a panic.
The war horse was left in the wind and sand, watching its owner go away with the other two people.
It raised its head to the sky and hissed, carrying the empty saddle and walking hard on the desert with its broken feet.
"What's your name?" the man asked the young cavalryman who bid farewell to his horse in tears.
"Bly." He said, the panic of losing his comrades filled his cheeks, "Consul...how far do we have to run?"
Sighing, the man asked the other trooper's name without answering.
"My name is John, Archon."
"I remember all your names."
The man, Bligh and John, after walking nearly a thousand steps, finally found a towering mound.
They only had two horses left, so they took off the stakes from the horses, found a piece of harder sand, drove down the stakes, and tied the two horses to them.
The three of them didn't spread the cloth on the ground, and they didn't dare to light a fire. This night was enough to make people feel frightened.
As a consul and a man who is also the commander of the legion, he cannot shirk the task of keeping watch and looking after the horses.
"Bligh, John," the man looked into the distance and said, "You can only rest for three hours, so hurry up."
The war horse's butt carried a small amount of water and food.
Due to the haste of the attack, it was not even enough to last two days.
The desert is lonely and endless.
While the man was wary of his pursuers, he silently prayed to the Lord.
