The raging fire in Pad City burned all night. At dawn, there was still no sign of extinguishing. Pad City was like an erupting volcano. Thick smoke rose from the city, forming a black cloud in the sky.
, completely covering the entire city.
Fine ash fell from the sky one after another, like a heavy black snow, and after a while, a thick layer would fall.
After a whole night of fierce fighting, the battlefield outside the city gradually turned from noisy to quiet.
The Semitic Northern Camp, which is at odds with Pad City, is also burning, and the fierce battle has ended.
Whole teams of human soldiers shuttled back and forth in the completely destroyed Semitic camp, cleaning the battlefield, collecting loot, and searching for Semitic people who were hiding or injured but not dead.
Tens of thousands of Semitic prisoners lined up in a long and slender queue, slowly heading eastward under the custody of the Holy See soldiers.
During the night battle, they were surrounded and attacked from two sides by the Ruman people and the Maple Leaf Danlin people. Although they fought bravely, they had no choice but to surrender after seeing that the situation was over.
These prisoners were all disheveled, looked gloomy, and were covered in mud. Many of them had wounds on their bodies that were still bleeding, and they didn't even have simple bandages.
Both sides of the road were lined with stretchers, all of which contained wounded human soldiers.
Medical soldiers and priests wearing red crosses on a white background were walking back and forth among the crowd, treating the wounded. They did not even raise their heads and paid no attention to the wounded Semitic soldiers walking by.
Not only that, once these prisoners dared to stop or walk a little slower, the soldiers escorting them would come forward without hesitation and beat them with punches and kicks, making the bastards scream in agony.
When the human soldiers passing by saw them, they would shout at them loudly, curse or taunt them, raise their middle fingers at them, and yell "cowards" or "damn demon bastards".
The Semitic prisoners looked dull and numb, with their heads lowered and silent, staggering past amid the insults and abuses of the victors, like a group of walking zombies.
Although they don't know what kind of fate awaits them in the future, they all know one thing: it may be difficult to return to their hometown in this life, they will never see their mother again, and they will never see the person who saw them off on the shore again.
Girl... Just as they were walking slowly along the road in silence and numbness, suddenly there was a noise in front of them, and then all the human soldiers became nervous.
They rushed up, yelling, kicking and beating, and pushed all the prisoners into the street, making them all stand against the wall.
Under the threat of the sword, the prisoners were all extremely obedient and stood motionless on the street.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a large number of senior officers in straight suits and shiny leather boots walking over from the opposite side.
One of the prisoners was bold enough to take a peek and saw in the middle of the group a general with white hair and sharp eyes like an eagle.
Although he has never seen it before, looking at the five shining gold stars on his shoulders, one can know that this is definitely an important general who leads the human army.
Wabador, surrounded by his men, rode slowly across the battlefield.
With a straight face, he slowly inspected the place soaked in gunpowder smoke and blood.
The ground was littered with corpses.
The Semitic camp was blown to pieces, not even a complete section of the wooden fence was left.
Many of the corpses of those who died in battle still look like they were during the battle, and many soldiers died together, hugging each other and falling together.
This shows how fierce the battle last night was.
The fighting will of the Semitic soldiers in the camp exceeded the expectations of Wabador and the command.
When encountering the Maple Leaf Danlin Alliance Army and the Ruman Army, they not only did not collapse quickly, but on the contrary, they quickly organized an effective resistance.
Without the artillery support provided from the air by four squadrons and a total of forty-eight war fortresses, it would be really difficult for these Holy See troops to win this battle.
The staff officer followed Wabador and whispered: "According to preliminary estimates, our casualties are around 10,000 people.
At present, more than 30,000 Semitic corpses have been counted on the battlefield, and nearly 10,000 people have been captured. It is estimated that about 20,000 Semites have escaped, and the cavalry is continuing to pursue them."
Wabador shook his head and sighed: "A tough battle~!"
"But it is a glorious victory," the officer next to him quickly flattered Wabador and said: "Under your leadership, Commander-in-Chief, our coalition forces wiped out nearly 100,000 Semitic main forces in one night. This is a great victory."
An unprecedented war of annihilation.”
Wabador flat-mouthed his old mouth and said unwillingly: "It's still later than that boy Lorraine."
The surrounding officers looked at each other, and then invariably closed their mouths.
As senior officials, they all know clearly who is the real boss in one matter.
Even if you continue to flatter this old guy, you can't offend Sir Lorraine. You can't say that Sir Lorraine is not as powerful as you.
You must know that they are all members of the Holy See, but they are temporarily under the command of Wabador, and Hilmeria is their permanent boss.
If you dare to say bad things about your boss's boyfriend, someone will report you later. Although His Majesty the Pope cannot come to deal with you openly, but with her petty attitude, as long as you register with her, you will never be able to get ahead again in this life.
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As they walked and talked, they passed the area where the fighting was fiercest. In front of them, a group of soldiers fell to the ground to rest.
They hugged their weapons to their chests and lay on the wet ground covered with enemy corpses and dew, soundly sleeping.
Those who were not sleeping were holding a box of military cans and devouring them, while a few soldiers were puffing around a Semitic corpse and smoking cheap cigarettes issued by the army.
Surrounded by them was a Semitic man wearing gorgeous armor. Several spears pierced his body from different positions. With the support of the spears, the corpse stood like this, leaning slightly forward.
Behind this corpse, the corpses of ordinary Semitic soldiers formed a hill.
Wabador couldn't help reining in his horse, took a closer look, and asked: "Who is this Semitic?"
The soldiers were chatting happily when they suddenly turned around and saw the boss. They were all shocked and jumped up from the ground. They stood at attention and saluted. They all stood up straight.
Wabador returned the salute casually and said: "Xiu Xiu, who is this Semitic?"
The soldiers looked at each other, and then one of the little leaders took a step forward and said: "Return to the commander-in-chief. It is said that he is a general of the Semitic Guards. We are waiting for the prisoners to identify him. This guy..."
The little leader thought for a while, and then said with emotion: "It's pretty awesome. It killed many of us."
Wabador looked at the dead Semitic Guards general carefully. He didn't know what he was thinking. His expression kept changing. Finally, he shook his head and said, "No wonder you don't die with your eyes closed."
At this time, there was suddenly a rapid sound of horse hooves in the distance.
Everyone looked up and saw a flying eagle flag quickly heading towards Wabador.
Under the banner is naturally the commander-in-chief of the Rumandi [***] Regiment, Marquis Maleton.
He was also covered in dust and his face was covered with black gunpowder smoke. He was beating his horse impatiently, but the ground was full of corpses and soldiers walking around. Marquis Maleton could only move awkwardly around the crowd.
Without waiting, he shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, Dean~!"
Wabador shook the reins and rushed up to meet him. He nodded to him on horseback and said, "General Maleton, I've been looking up to you for a long time."
Maleton looked at Wabador and gave a bitter smile, feeling rather complicated. He had been fighting with this Semitic army for five months, and he had tried his best to be evenly matched with them.
But Wabador came with a large army and defeated them in one fell swoop.
In this battle, although I contributed a lot, I only got one cooperation achievement in the end. I was destined to become a supporting role.
Although he had many military exploits and awards, the name of the victor of the Battle of Parde in the history books would only be Wabador, not Marquis Maredon.
In history books, the position of the Marquis of Maleton will probably be mentioned in a certain line of inconspicuous notes, and it will probably be in a university history book, and it will probably not be mentioned in primary school or middle school.
Just thinking about this kind of thing makes Marquis Maleton feel depressed and want to bang his head against the wall.
"But now is not the time to care about military achievements. There are more important tasks waiting for us." Marquis Maleton looked at Wabador's smiling old face and resisted the urge to spit him out. "The enemy is
South Camp is retreating, what should we do next?"
Although the Ruman Army and the Maple Leaf Danlin Alliance are allies, they have no reporting relationship. They are considered partners and can only discuss matters when they arise.
Wabador looked to the south, where the Maple Leaf Danlin coalition broke through, and said: "General, can your army still fight?"
Maleton was stunned for a moment, shook his head honestly, and said: "They have been working hard all night, and they will be too tired to get up now."
Wabador spread his hands and said: "It's the same with our coalition forces. They fought two battles in a row. Look around."
Maleton looked around and saw that many coalition soldiers were exhausted and lying on the ground sleeping in such a cold weather, snoring one after another.
Unfortunately, it was daytime now, and the city was still burning, which provided them with a lot of heat. Otherwise, these bastards would definitely get sick from the cold.
"My men have also reached their limit." Wabador then pointed to the sky. The sky in the spring morning was light blue, vast and clear, and said: "The war fortress has exhausted its energy. We must go back to replenish it. We need to go back again."
Two days later, what can we do to stop the demons from retreating?"
Marquis Maleton sighed helplessly and said, "Then let's watch them walk away like this?"
Wabador rolled his eyes and said, "Let's go and have a look."
The group then mounted their horses and galloped south.
After passing through the city and running a few miles, the Semitic South Camp appeared in front of everyone.
Tens of thousands of Ruman troops entered the camp from the east. They fought with the Semites all night long and kept them in check. They just withdrew.
To the west of Ruman's army, the Semitic army was withdrawing from the camp and moving quickly to the west. Apparently they had received news of their defeat and were preparing to escape.
However, one of them was left behind to cover the main force's evacuation.
Their courage is really admirable, because staying here to break up the queen at this time would almost mean death.
Marquis Maleton looked at the fleeing Semitic troops with hatred, his face turned black and blue, and then said in a deep voice: "I will return to support Ruman City immediately, and I can't delay for a day, but the remaining enemies...
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"Leave it to us," Wabador suddenly smiled like an old fox and said, "Our coalition will watch them."
Maleton hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously and said: "Then please leave it to the dean. I will organize the army and return to Ruman City, where the battle situation is even more urgent."
Soon, they saw the Ruman Army retreating from South Camp. They would first return to Kilke for some repairs, and then rush all the way back to Ruman to lift the siege of Ruman City.
At this time, the fighting inside Ruman's city was fierce.
Although Grand Duke Ruman held back the enemy's main force, the troops responsible for encircling them in a roundabout way were put together in a hurry, and their combat effectiveness was not optimistic.
Once the enemy finds out that they are surrounded, they will definitely fight to the death to break out.
Therefore, in order to ensure that the enemy can be 100% eliminated, the Grand Duke needs him to lead this elite force to block the enemy's retreat and close the gate.
The Marquis of Maleton led his troops to evacuate, and the coalition forces subsequently took over the Ruman position. The exhausted coalition soldiers took the time to rest, planning to recover their strength before rushing out to devour the enemy.
However, although the plan was good, the Semites were not fools.
At noon, while the Maple Army was having lunch, the last Semitic division after the camp was interrupted also left the camp and hurriedly headed west.
Because they were afraid that the coalition forces would suddenly attack them at this time, the entire division still had to leave some people behind from time to time while retreating.
From their standard alternating cover tactics when they retreated, it can be seen that this division is also an elite force.
The coalition forces followed immediately. Although the soldiers were very tired, their morale was high at this time, and the joy of victory made them excited. The feeling was like taking drugs.
However, Wabador did not order an attack on this Semitic division, but simply asked the troops to follow several miles behind, more like sending them out as a gift.
He and the staff of the command headquarters ran up a hill and looked at the evacuating Semitic division.
The opponent was only more than two miles away, and the cavalry arrived in a single charge. On the horizon, the other Semitic divisions had long since disappeared.
The staff officer next to him held up a telescope to take a look at the opponent's military flag, then flipped through a few pages of an atlas and said: "Looking at the military flag, it should be the opponent's Sixth Division of the Guards, a first-class main force, with a full strength of 10,000.
Two thousand men, who have never participated in other battles before."
"Commander, do you want to eat them?"
"This is the Demon Clan Guards Division, their ace~!"
"Killing them is a great achievement."
"Come on, Commander, I'm willing to play forward."
"Come on~!"
The officers were gearing up and eager to try. In their eyes, this Guards division was a piece of meat on the chopping board.
Wabador waved his hand to stop his men's calls for a fight and said: "Let them go, the young man is already too tired.
The enemy's Imperial Guards are all hard-core, and if they fight to the death, the casualties will be too great. If possible, we should leave it to the war fortress or artillery to deal with it."
"Yes..." the officers reluctantly agreed, watching as a military merit that could lead to a knighthood slipped away.
Wabador glanced at his men, snorted coldly, and thought to himself: Let me tell you, we can win this battle only because of the Sixth Division of the Guards.
This secret will probably be buried deep in my heart forever.
Wabador watched the Sixth Division go away, and thought to himself that the commander of the division on the opposite side might also be watching here, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He suddenly thought of the Guards general who died in the battle, and felt quite complicated for a moment.
"Why am I acting like a girl? Who cares~!" Wabador suddenly smiled, put aside his sentimental thoughts, and said to himself: Anyway, I won the battle, which is enough to be famous in history. This life is worth it.
Now it's time to think about how to get more credit, and not to treat the little ones under me badly.
"Record~!" Wabador suddenly shouted excitedly: "On the morning of February 28th, our troops completely defeated the demon clan and their vassal armies in the Kingdom of Kiel, and wiped out the enemy..."
At this point Wabador suddenly hesitated, turned around and asked: "The enemy claims to have many troops?"
"Four hundred thousand, including the vassal army, it's almost the same amount." A general thought about it carefully and said seriously.
A general next to him gave a strange smile and said, "Old Han, you remembered wrongly. It was clearly five hundred thousand."
Everyone was stunned at the same time. According to the battle report, it was clearly more than 300,000. This was counted several times, so there could be no mistake.
One person was the first to react, with a look of realization on his face, and loudly said: "You all remembered it wrong, it was 550,000."
Everyone understood at the same time that they wanted to repay their merits~!
Of course the more the merrier.
Someone shouted loudly: "Six hundred thousand~!"
"Hmm..." Wabador coughed and stopped his men from adding more money. He let them say that he would soon be able to add one million, even if he was thick-skinned, he couldn't resist it.
"Five hundred and fifty thousand will be enough. If there are more, that boy Lorraine will have to refuse to admit his debt." Wabador waved his hand and said loudly: "Annihilate five hundred thousand enemies."
The enemy claimed to be 550,000, but only 50,000 or 60,000 fled the battlefield. Isn't it just a annihilation of 500,000 enemies? Even with the Ruman Legion, on average one legion could kill an enemy that was more numerous than oneself. This would be a great victory.
"The Kingdom of Kiel has been completely liberated." Wabdor's old face lit up with excitement and said: "Our army is about to march westward, and victory will definitely belong to us~!
Send it to the United Nations and that guy in Lorraine, and ask "Red Maple Leaf" to open a special account, and let the whole world know before night. Remember to include the order of all participating troops and the names of their generals."
The generals were grinning from ear to ear. This old man was so loyal that he never forgot about his younger brother when he was benefiting for himself.
"Next step..." Wabador glanced at his legion commanders one by one, raised his voice, and shouted forcefully: "We are going to kick the balls of the High Priest of the Undead~!"