The battle on March 21 lasted for a whole day. Griffiths used up all his money and supplies, and finally defended Boulogne Ferry with fifty legionnaires and a hundred city defense troops. Although the rebels were repelled several times, more and more troops gathered near the ferry.
The number of rebels who attacked and threatened Griffith exceeded 500, several times more than his own, leaving him with no remaining strength to support the manor.
The Legionnaires following Griffith are also unstable. They are not the real Beyelan Legion, but they are equally fierce and cruel. They robbed the city defenders of food, fought for the property on the corpses, and charged and retreated without warning.
The battle on the 21st did not cause them to suffer much losses, but Griffith was almost exhausted.
Dozens of legionnaires would ask him for reward money and wine after every battle.
Griffith needed these legionnaires to hold his position, so he could only concentrate all the remaining private money on purchasing supplies. He didn't dare give the group alcohol for fear that they would cause trouble.
"I have to gather more troops."
Griffith repeated in his mind. The reinforcements were not to deal with the growing number of rebels, but to suppress the legionnaires under their command.
Although he won every battle, he was about to lose control of his troops. The eyes of the legionnaires flashed with a ferocious light like beasts. When they looked at people from top to bottom, it was like looking at steaks. It made people feel that they would jump between the rebels and friendly forces at any time, giving one of their own people a knife. The only yardstick It’s whether the price is right.
Griffith spent the entire afternoon and dusk worrying about this problem and urgently needed support from Yamber and Oldtown.
He did not dare to leave his army when night fell, for fear that the legionnaires would fight with the city defense army as soon as he left.
He didn't dare to fall asleep because he was worried that someone would cut off his head during the night to claim credit from the rebels. The sun just rose in the east on March 22, and he immediately took the legionnaires back to Yambol Town.
As soon as he arrived in the town, he found that the remaining half of the legion squadron had arrived, and a large group of local city defense troops and militiamen were sitting on the ground in several piles, waiting for breakfast.
These legionnaires are commanded by an officer. They held blades of grass in their mouths and were equipped with swords, shields and spears. Even when they were walking casually, they formed a formation of alternating cover. They were like giant wolves picking people to eat. Wherever they went, the city defense troops retreated like waves. Come on.
Judging from the time, the arrival time of this round of reinforcements is no more than an hour, but the army in the town has been divided into two parts. A large number of city defense troops were guarding Fiona. Paxiu, who was serving as the guard, still had blood on his face and was on guard as if facing a formidable enemy.
The group of legionnaires who were guarded by the city defense army were sitting or standing polishing and sorting their equipment, and from time to time they cast lewd glances in Fiona's direction.
As soon as Griffith came back, the town magistrate in charge of this group of legionnaires hurried to the trainee knight as if he was eager to shake off hot feces and handed over the legionnaires to him.
The legionnaires following Griffith jumped off the ship and walked towards the rest of the squadron with a lot of harvest.
These dozens of legionnaires stayed still. Once they stood up, armored weapons and heavy footsteps rolled in, and a thick, almost invisible, murderous aura and bloody smell steamed up. The city defense troops gathered in the distance made another commotion.
Among the noisy crowd, Fiona was in a very good mood. She walked around, escorted by Paxiu and a group of city defenders, checking equipment and counting people and supplies.
While she was working, she was gnawing on bread that was as hard as a stick, which seemed quite suitable for this task.
"Good morning, Fiona," Griffith came to him and waved the city defenders to temporarily retreat.
"Please call me Sir Fiona, hum!" The blond girl raised her head proudly and waved the appointment letter to him, "I have been officially appointed by the reserve army command as the supreme commander of the Fiona battle group. The town and the army here belong to me!"
"Really!?" Griffith was overjoyed.
The armies in this area belong to the two systems of Beyeland and Verona. Beyeland can't nominally control the town of Yambol. Although I don’t know how it was arranged specifically, at least the command authority was formally unified.
Fiona wiped her mouth and gave Griffith the half-eaten bread:
"There are two good news. The first good news is that the local noble Earl Sindra summoned the vassals and brought a group of Verona garrison from the north to attack the rebels and relieve the baron. Old Town told me It is said that the main force of the rebels has gone north yesterday, and the pressure on Sonia and the others will be much less.
"The count has three thousand militiamen, city defense troops and Verona local garrison under his command. The core force is a cavalry team composed of 35 knights and trainee knights. In addition, he can also get a supernatural wizard and three garrison mages. Assistance. After the defeat of the legionaries led by Maglius, this force was the largest combat force in the vicinity."
Before Fiona had time to tell the second piece of good news, there was a sudden commotion in the square, followed by two screams.
The legionnaires and the city defense troops who were resting got into a fight and fought in front of the two men. The fierce legionnaire suddenly used his knife and stabbed the two city defenders to the ground.
Fiona, who was still happy, was stunned.
The city defense army was defeated in the blink of an eye. They lost their weapons and ran everywhere, including the officials and helpers in the town.
"Paxiu! Come and protect Miss Sharon!" Griffith shouted, hurriedly grabbing the halberd beside him.
It all happened so suddenly.
Griffith had been on guard against a mutiny by the Legionnaires, but he did not expect that they would actually take action in the town. A whole squadron of legionnaires drew their swords and roared and clamored under the leadership of the officers, demanding that the town hand over all the money and wine. A group of people even looked Fiona up and down.
"Stand back and put away your weapons!" Griffith ordered in a mighty voice. However, these people are not city defense troops who have never seen the world. They did not listen to Griffith's orders and threats, and began to approach Fiona, all looking evilly.
"Stand back! Put down your weapons!"
Griffith stood in front of Fiona, knocked down a legionnaire who rushed towards him with a halberd, and ordered them to retreat again.
The legionnaires were stunned for a moment. They looked at their fallen comrades, then at the glaring Griffith and the charming Fiona. They looked at Paxiu and the cowering city defense troops with disdain. They all raised their swords and surrounded them with evil smiles.
It's a pity that these legionnaires are considered an important combat force...
Griffith hesitated no longer. Ice surged around him, and elusive evil and darkness enveloped him.
The frost formed a shield around him, imbuing his halberd with a dead, chilling chill. The legionnaires who died under his halberd would become mindless zombies, pounced on their former comrades.
Griffith is determined to ravage them with extreme cold and terror to make them surrender!
"Ugh——!"
The loud bugle sounded suddenly, dispelling the ferocious malice that enveloped the square, and choked Griffith and the legionnaires who were about to fight in a bloody battle.
Then the drums beat loudly and the sound of footsteps rolled from behind the street.
The legionnaires turned around in surprise and saw a mighty hussar rushing into the square on horseback. Following him were large groups of rifle and shield infantry.
They were dressed as city defense troops, but they held high military flags depicting the Xia Long family's double swords and rose coat of arms, and pressed towards them.
The chaotic square suddenly came to a standstill. The legionnaires realized that the situation was not good, and in a blink of an eye they formed a fighting formation, staring fiercely at the hussars and his spear and shield soldiers.
The hussar raised his sword fearlessly and glanced at the soldiers blocking him with a majestic gaze:
"I am Lasalle, an assault cavalryman under the command of Count de Charles!
"In the name of the King and the Senate, I command you to immediately lay down your arms and confess your crimes to Mademoiselle Fiona de Chalon."
The legionnaires responded with a barrage of curses.
Reinforcements have arrived. Griffith was determined.
This is the second piece of good news for Fiona. From the moment Lasalle appeared here, the Legionnaires were no longer Griffith's thorn in his side.
Nervous marching drum beats sounded from all sides. Shouts and thunder rolled along the roads leading to the square.
In the blink of an eye, four teams of city defense troops, led by four fully armed armored soldiers, appeared at the intersections around the square. More than a hundred legionnaires were immediately surrounded like mice that fell into a barrel.
"Ms. de Chalon." The arrogant Lassalle did not dismount, and gave Fiona a simple salute on his horse, "Please let me disarm these scoundrels."
Then, he turned around, raised his saber towards the darkly approaching city defense army, and pressed it down on the heads of the legionnaires:
"Surrender or die!"
…
This was a reinforcement force mobilized by Viscount Lobaugh, himself a professor at Homemon Watts and the leader of the latest staff traveling party. When he learned of the attack on Witzleben and the others, he immediately recruited hundreds of city defense troops and militiamen near the old town. The most important thing is that he also sent five Shutoral from Homon Watts.
They are Lasalle, Milhaud, Gérard, Raye and Mira in the same grade. Lasalle is their squad leader and a ruthless character in the first grade who is on par with Griffith and Lana.
The magic students of the same level are all with Professor Lobao. The professor is not willing to let the noble young spellcasters go to the battlefield, and their families will not let them take risks. The teaching tasks of professors and classmates just changed to mobilizing troops and managing logistics.
They retreated to the old town dozens of miles away, where they could safely organize reinforcements and supplies. Command of the battle was nominally given to Fiona.
Almost none of the local lords and knights are here. They were either beaten away, or they were trapped in their own castle like Baron Bet, or they gritted their teeth and joined Count Sindra's main army coming from the north. The important figures in Beyeland were blocked at sea by the Duke of Verona and refused to enter. Therefore, the patchwork Fiona battle group has almost no reliable Beyonder officers.
The five new Shutoral will each lead a squadron. This number does not exceed the command radius of the sergeant, so they should be able to do the job.
Also arriving together was a young local cavalry officer named Warren Haydn, who seemed to be quite prestigious in the city defense army. He was the second son of a viscount and a third-year student at the local military academy. He and two or three young nobles and trainee knights did not accept the call to join the count's main force, but took the initiative to stay and came with the supporting army.
…
The battle is very short.
Griffith attacked the panicked Legionnaire Extraordinary Squadron Leader and stabbed him to death in three rounds. Lassalle rushed into the crowd and cut down several of them. When the city defenders surrounded them with guns raised, the group of legionnaires shouted surrender and were disarmed like little lambs.
Counting the troops coming from the old town one after another. The Fiona battle group has a total of more than 700 city defense troops, 300 militiamen, 6 Shutoral, and the establishment also includes 120 legionnaires who have just been disarmed. Senamon's dozens of engineer squadrons also took orders from her. Most of the city defenders and militia did not know each other, had never drilled or fought together, and many were afraid of the legionnaires.
Although time was urgent, the limited army urgently needed to be reorganized, and new reinforcements were needed at the ferry, all the Shutoral stopped. They summoned the city defense troops to line up outside the town, with spears like a forest.
The air became solemn and threatening. Fiona, who was almost attacked, immediately sensed something was wrong in the atmosphere and something was about to happen.
In the short rebellion just now, two city defense troops, a militia, and a town resident were killed by legionnaires.
The Beyonder officer who led this legion squadron had been killed, and the Extraordinary characteristics he extracted were randomly thrown on a small table. Those who killed friendly troops and civilians were singled out and thrown aside. The other legionnaires were disarmed, stripped of their armor, and driven to open spaces outside the town. There were no militiamen and engineers lined up, and the residents of the town were hiding behind windows and on the roofs, watching them without daring to breathe.
Fiona saw Griffith and all the Shutorals gathered together, seemingly voting on something.
"This matter must be handled according to our traditions," Lassalle said murderously. "They actually have evil intentions towards the Countess. I want them to learn this lesson with their blood."
"I agree." Miyo said coldly, "Hurry up, I still need to rectify the soldiers."
"I agree," Gérard was also determined. "With a large bounty and sufficient supplies, he still dares to cause trouble. If he is not severely punished, he will definitely turn around and attack us during the war."
"I have no objection," Mira sighed, "But is it really necessary? Miss Xia Long is watching."
"Nothing to regret. They are not veterans who went to Beyeland. The brigades and squadrons retained by the nobles of Verona are scoundrels found on the street. We all know it, and you know it, Mira," Raye wrote The marked voting paper was thrown on the table, "I agree."
Griffith slowly wiped the blood on his halberd. After his comrades expressed their opinions, he stood up, dropped the votes on the table, turned around and shouted to the city defense troops lined up:
"In the name of the King, the Senate, and the people, I condemn the XII Squadron of the First Legion of Verona,
"Decimation!"
