"Follow the knight!"
A young man in the city defense raised his arms and shouted, following in Griffith's footsteps he rushed into the crowd.
Griffith cut down the red flag with a halberd and killed several people. Wherever he went, he was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and the rebels fled away one after another, not daring to attack.
He went from south to north, from east to west, specifically picking out the rebels who gathered in piles to attack. Many armored rebels were not without the idea of counterattack, but once Griffith arrived, they could not hold on.
After repeated attacks like this several times, the rebel crowd gathered and was dispersed many times. Finally, hundreds of rebels on the high ground exploded like a flooded ant nest, letting out earth-shattering shouts.
"Lost!"
"Lost!"
They threw away their weapons and fled to the shoal to the west. The water there was shallow and they could escape to the main camp in the southwest. There was also a large group of people rushing into the warehouse on the north slope. Hundreds of hands pushed each other, hundreds of big feet stepped on the fallen companions, howling and crowded on the slope of the mountain road.
"Chasing, follow me!"
Griffith shouted loudly that the battle had achieved results beyond expectations, and that as long as he worked harder, the northern camp could be completely destroyed. In this way, he not only defeated a rebel position that threatened Sonia's safety at all times, but the reinforcements coming from the northeast also had a foothold across the river.
The first time he independently commanded the battle, he was able to break the camp. Such an achievement was much more glorious than bullying the goblins at a small intersection in the village!
Dozens of soldiers in the city defense army, whose morale was boosted, howled and rushed forward, charging at the rebels who could not dodge with wooden guns.
"Lost! Defeated!" The rebel soldiers ran everywhere like ants on a rotten tomato. Many of them rushed into the warehouse to snatch food and supplies. Then they lit a fire like crazy and burned the warehouse and their fellow soldiers. The robe burned into a ball of fire.
Griffith originally planned to arrange for men to set fire, but he did not expect that not long after the rebels collapsed, the barracks and tents on the top of the low mountain were burned to earth-shattering proportions. The fire spread through shrubs and trees, sending thick smoke billowing across the hills.
The highlands were full of chaotic rebels looting and burning their warehouses, and almost no one dared to stop Yambol's city defense army.
But the soldiers around Griffith also melted like ice cubes thrown into boiling water. Before he rushed into the depths of the camp, he noticed that there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, and many people disappeared in a flash near the warehouses and tents.
Although the battle went extremely smoothly, Griffith's troops were also disintegrating rapidly.
He just wanted to defeat the entanglement and rescue Sonia, and he didn't pay attention to the situation in front of him.
While in the east, Erza led them into the villages of orcs and trolls several times. Although the battle is overwhelming, there are always comrades who disappear inexplicably. Erza had to form a team every once in a while, and even then there were often people who were inexplicably never found again.
Later, she had to arrange in advance who would burn the den and who would open the boxes.
Erza Valkyrie has a famous saying that she often says - "Robbery, no, expropriation is an art."
Griffith didn't expect this at all, and by the time he found out, the situation was already in chaos.
"Focus on me!"
"Don't scatter!"
he chanted again and again. But the overwhelming screams and chaotic shouts completely suppressed his slogans. Even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, he could not regroup his soldiers.
Griffith realized that the vague feeling he had before the battle was not an illusion, and that he had really forgotten a particularly important element.
His troops had neither flags nor drums and bugles, no timetable for extending victory and retreat, and no means of summoning his subordinates to give them orders!
The advancement and retreat of more than a hundred people depended on his shouting, and they completely lost control after entering the chaotic battle.
"Retreat!" Griffiths, who was victorious in pursuit, gave up and shouted to the subordinates who could be found around him who were frantically robbing, "Take your belongings and go back to the ship!"
Must retreat as soon as possible.
Although the battle went smoothly, while Griffith Squadron defeated the bandits, it also exhausted its already low organization level.
The whole squadron was in disarray, except for a few timid and cautious men who were still with him, the bold soldiers and the scoundrels called from the streets disappeared.
It had not been long since the rebel leader Mosmok was killed, and the organization of the city defense army and militia was gone.
Although Griffith was unstoppable, his heart was already beating.
At his order, less than a quarter of the soldiers retreated to the barge with some of their loot. Others were running down from the high ground one after another carrying large and small bags.
Their shield car was also missing, and everyone was loading valuable and worthless belongings onto the ship. Some even wanted to go back and move it again.
There was no movement in the turbid muddy water below the high ground. There might be vague figures and smoke in the distance at Bate Manor. However, behind the high ground that is out of sight, it is unknown whether the rebels in other camps are moving or whether reinforcements have been sent.
This highland where hundreds of rebels are stationed is very large, and the sight is full of defeated enemies and burning buildings. The leader of the camp, Mosmok, has been killed, but Griffith is not sure whether more stronger Beyonders will appear.
The rebels have a sword master who has stepped into the extraordinary!
If the sword master Lancenis whom he met last night appeared here, Griffith estimated that with his own ability, he would be beheaded in a few rounds, the tip of his spear would be inserted, and he would be hung on the wall.
Griffith is here to harass and contain the rebels. It is good to break the camp, but if you get too greedy for the victory, you will be ruined.
"Retreat! Get back to the ship!" Griffith shouted, "This is an order! If you want to survive, come back with me!"
Some city defense troops and militiamen gathered around him.
It was obvious that they wanted to go to the camp to grab something more, but Griffith, who beheaded the rebel leader in one round, was also a powerful and terrifying knight in their eyes, and his orders still had to be obeyed.
Griffith glanced at them coldly, shouting to me just this once in his heart, if you want to die, go ahead...
Only half of the team of more than 150 people came back one after another.
After a while, the city defense soldiers who had just charged with Griffith came back. He didn't bring any belongings or packages, but he grabbed three companions from the city defense army. These city defense troops also carried large and small bags like everyone else.
"Mr. Knight, wait for us!"
The pawn was out of breath as he ran, but he finally caught up before everyone left.
Griffith looked at him deeply: "Get on the boat!"
The city defense troops gathered on the shore were quickly assigned to flat-bottomed boats and prepared to set sail. This time there was no rush car, and the load on the flat-bottomed boat was only the goods that everyone had just snatched. Dozens of soldiers worked together to push it out of the shoal on the shore.
"Sir, Sir Knight," a bold militiaman quietly approached Griffith and asked, "There are still many people who have not come over. Do you want to wait for them?"
The soldiers nearby also cast inquiring glances. Only half of the people on the three ships that came together were withdrawn. The others either ran away or had already rushed into the rebel camp and started looting in disorder.
"Take all the punts away. We will come back later. If they want to come back, they can use the rebel rafts." Griffith waved casually. "If anyone wants to stay and wait for them, you can Leave."
The militiaman who asked the question was just asking and immediately fell silent.
"Set the boat!" Griffith grabbed an oar and started rowing hard. With him as an example, the three flat-bottomed boats quickly retreated and left quickly towards the return route.
About a few minutes after the punt left, a rebel force came into view. Their ranks were organized and they began to fight back against the remaining government troops.
Griffith looked at the retreating camp. In the light of the sky, the city defense troops and militiamen who had been left behind were scurrying about, desperately running towards the shore, and then they were overwhelmed by the rebels who were catching up.
Their screams were heard in the distance, and the people on the flat-bottomed boats showed expressions of fear and joy. There were also some people who were clutching the belongings in their hands with very complicated expressions on their faces.
If I stay, lead them to hold on and fight back, I may be able to completely defeat these rebels and destroy the camp here... Griffith shook his head and got rid of this idea. As the only commander who could organize a battle at the moment, he couldn't risk leaving himself here.
With a slight sense of guilt and regret, Griffith gently rubbed the Anima breastplate he had just snatched.
This breastplate is very well made. If you look closely, you can see that the frame is made of brass and the silver is woven into a complicated mesh pattern. Grooves made of precious metals are reserved on the shoulders, waist, abdomen and chest.
Although the gem in the groove has been lost, the faint fluctuation of magic power on the breastplate still made Griffith ecstatic.
This is an enchanted breastplate with a magic pattern structure. As long as crystals and gems containing magic are embedded in key locations, the breastplate will provide more powerful benefits.
Even if it is not inlaid with expensive gems, this breastplate can provide good defense against sharp and blunt weapons.
After this war subsides, we must ask the Larmore family to help match the gems on the breastplate.
…
It was already late when Griffith returned to Yambol Town. The city defense troops and scoundrels who had grabbed things went back happily carrying the seized supplies.
Although half of them never returned, these missing soldiers did not have many family members. Even more scoundrels and vagrants were attracted by the battle captures, begging Griffith to take them to make a fortune too.
"Very good, very energetic!"
Griffith happily gathered them together and armed them casually with wooden guns and wooden shields.
He still has dozens of city defense troops and nearly a hundred rogues in his hands. After the sun rises on March 21, he can launch another attack and even test his approach to Beit Manor.
If he was lucky, he and the city defenders could approach Baron Bethe's castle on a flat-bottomed boat, and Sonia and everyone else who was stuck in the water could escape.
As long as you meet them, the matter will be more than half successful. The trapped people have the tools to move, and Griffith also has long-range fire support. It is certain to highlight the rebel encirclement.
If the rebels patrol there closely, Griffith will turn south and attack the rebel camp on another high ground to continue to contain and delay the attack.
Under the current serious situation, the Archduke of Verona and local forces will definitely become very sensitive. Although the local nobles of Verona are unlikely to actively carry out reinforcements, and Beyeland's regular army and extraordinary beings are also likely to be blocked and delayed by Verona, this does not mean that Griffith does not have reinforcements.
Four groups from Minerva College in Homemon Watts came to Verona. After hearing the news that Sonia and the others were in danger, the other groups would definitely flee towards Old Town and other ports.
There are two groups that are relatively far away and may simply escape back to school. One of the most powerful first-year Shutorals, Ophelia, who possesses the magic eye, is among them, and it seems that there is no hope.
But there is one group that is close.
The extraordinary wizard Professor Lobo and his team also set out from the waterway of Old Town. They took different paths. After the crisis, they could only retreat to Old Town. There are members of the same famous family in this group. Even if they and the professor are not willing to risk their lives to participate in the war, which is a high probability, Shutoral in the same group is also a force that cannot be ignored.
Lasalle, Milhaud, Gérard, Raye and Mira from the Eastern Legion were in this group. They fought with Griffith, robbed the orc village together, and also did some other big things. They did bad things, big and small. Last winter, they were beaten to pieces by the demonic wolf side by side.
They were all great warriors, loyal comrades, and experienced sergeants, and Sonia's kindness in standing behind them in the Whispering Forest will never be forgotten.
Larmore and Count Chalon will definitely try to win them over to participate in the rescue. Even without their coordination, the five Shutoral headed by Lasalle would not sit idly by.
As long as they arrive in the Old Town, under the influence of the central government and the arrangements of Professor Lobau, these five Shutoral will try to take away the command of the Old Town defense army and militia belonging to Beyeland, no matter the cost. Come to support.
Griffith was convinced of this.
Time, the key now is time. Griffith must do his best to prevent the rebels from attacking Bate Manor.
Based on preliminary reconnaissance and the small amount of intelligence provided by prisoners, thousands of rebels in Reims were distributed in four main camps along the Beit River and Vero, and surrounded the Beit Manor along with the flooding rivers.
The North Camp that was captured today is the weakest camp. There are powerful leaders and thousands of troops stationed in the other camps.
Griffith only had more than a hundred unreliable city defense troops and rogues recruited from the streets. The situation was really unfavorable. Where to start?
Just as he was thinking about his actions on March 21, there was a rhythmic knocking sound outside the door, and then someone pushed the door in.
"Mr. Knight, there is a sergeant asking to see you." The person who knocked on the door and came in was the soldier of the city defense army.
He is neither tall nor short, and has a very decent appearance, but he is very young and thin. He looks no more than fifteen years old. When the rebels were defeated, he was the first soldier to follow Griffith in the assault. After the battle, he did not participate in the robbery, but grabbed his comrades and rushed to join Griffith.
Brave, self-disciplined, and a little smart.
Griffith looked at him with interest. If this pawn had acted slower, he would have been left behind along with the dozens of city defense troops and militiamen. Griffith would not risk his life for these unreliable soldiers.
"May I have your name?"
"Paxiu, Paxiu Wamuu, son of Wedgley Wamuu, Mr. Knight!" the young soldier replied loudly, his face turned red with excitement.
"Why are you here, Pashu?"
"I think Mr. Knight needs a subordinate who understands the situation in this town and an assistant who can help." Paxiu's words were smooth and loud. It seemed that he had already thought about this problem.
"Oh? Do you have any information that you can provide me with or help me with?" Griffith asked calmly.
Paxiu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but felt that his answer was not satisfactory and choked back. He was stunned for a while, and his malnourished face became even paler.
This scene looks a bit familiar, it was like this when I was talking to the Count, but I was standing in Paxiu's position, excited and nervous, for fear that I would damage the Count's perception of me if I didn't say anything right.
Griffith smiled and asked, "How old are you? How long have you been in the army?"
"Fifteen years old, sir. I joined the army for two months, no, it was three months. I was recruited shortly after the New Year," Paxiu replied hurriedly. He was extremely glad that the other party did not dwell on the question just now. "My father used to be Vero The sergeant of the Na Army taught me some sword skills when I was at home."
Griffith blinked: "Where is Sergeant Wedgeley Wamwu now?"
"He died," Paxiu replied, "died with honor in the East a year ago."
"Do you still have family?"
"I live with my mother and sister."
"Relying on the salary of the city defense army?"
"Yes, Mr. Knight," Paxiu answered honestly, "Before I joined the army, I worked for gentlemen."
"Pashu, why didn't you bring something back like the others?" Griffith asked the last question.
"I think that will hinder my fighting, Knight Griffith!" Paxiu clasped his heels together and straightened his back and replied loudly, "My father said that you should be focused on nothing in battle, with victory as the only goal."
"Go and bring in the sergeant you just mentioned." Griffith took out a bag of silver and threw it to Paxiu. "Then go home once and leave the money to your family. Tomorrow, you will fight alongside me. ."
"As you command! Sir Knight!"
…
The person brought in by Paxiu turned out to be Senamon, the technical sergeant of the 12th Army Corps of Engineers. He arrived at the town of Yambol, not alone, but with a squadron of engineers.
"I originally didn't want to come, and I don't want to come," Senamon muttered, "but the big shots above seem to have made up their minds. Engineers like us can be allowed by Verona to support operations. Then he was immediately sent to die.
"Let me explain in advance that my guys and I don't have an officer to command us. We only know how to build bridges and build roads, and we know a little about trebuchets. We won't be able to use them in this muddy land."
"oh……"
Griffith responded. Trebuchet? No, you'll come in handy.
Doesn’t this idiot know that he is heading towards a bright future? This is a mission to rescue the heir of a great nobleman, and he is not happy about it.
"So, Sergeant Senamon, do you know that the city defense forces in this town are under my command?" Griffith asked.
"I know, I will cooperate with you in fighting, as long as you don't harm me," Senamon said gloomily, "I also know that you just won a battle, defeated thousands of rebels, and captured a camp . You are so powerful. How did you get the command and how did you let a group of scoundrels follow you to fight?"
"I'm very good at persuading people," Griffith said.
"You must be planning to find trouble with the rebels tomorrow, right?"
"That's inevitable."
"I can help you guard Yambol Town!" Senamon said immediately, "We are all directly under Beyelan. You must agree that I am more reliable than the locals!"
"Yes, I also think you are more reliable than the locals, so I am considering giving you a future." Griffith nodded seriously, "My Lord, Countess Larmore is trapped away from here. The Bate Manor is not far away. The Verona local legion group that rushed to assist her was lost in the flood, and I am regrouping the troops."
Griffith spread out a map of the coast to the sergeant.
After the flash floods, the terrain of the Beit River from north to south and the Vero River from west to east changed drastically. But the rebel camp will definitely be built on the original high ground.
Griffith tapped the map and pointed to the other side of the river not far from the southern highlands.
"Senamon, take your trebuchet and go to this location tomorrow morning."
The technical sergeant shook his head like a pendulum:
"No, no, no, no, no! I am an artilleryman. You throw me into the mud by the river. There is such a large area of high ground on the other side of the river and the location is so important. There are at least a thousand rebels there. As long as a boat comes, I will not survive. Ah! No, I won’t go.”
"You will go," Griffith stood up, grabbed the technical sergeant who was trying to escape and pushed him back to his seat, "not only will you go, but you will also take your men and four trebuchets with you.
"I'll give you a reason you can't refuse."
