Klivich, who was a hundred feet away, witnessed the killing of Bukridge with his own eyes, but he did not rush forward to rescue him, nor did he want to rush over to fight David Mo again.
To be precise, he was already scared out of his courage. Facing the power of Mo David's shocking attack, he felt powerless from the bottom of his heart. He only saw things like dragons in his clothes and books. It was the supreme glory of the royal family.
But he never expected anyone to release such light and shadow, and he never heard of the first level of gold that could defeat the fifth level of gold. David Mo's strength performance bent the last straw in his psychological defense line.
Bukridge is his superior and his mentor in life, and he is also the strong man he admires the most. Now watching him fall, Krivic is filled with mixed feelings.
He had already surrounded him with a circle of officers above the battalion level, and everyone was staring at him, hoping that he could immediately give orders to resist the pace of the Holy Empire.
Unfortunately, they were disappointed. Klivich gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Send the order! Stop the remaining troops! Give up the north gate and prepare to move closer to Lord Sariyev!"
Hearing his orders, the people around him were stunned at first, and then they all stopped him. A middle-aged man turned over and knelt down and shouted: "Sir! We have the advantage of numbers! If we gather the remaining troops, we should have a try!"
His views represent the ideas of most officers. The officers around him fell to the ground one after another, and the calls for battle were endless, which made Krivic feel embarrassed.
However, there were people around who had not kneeled down. A big man with red face stepped forward two steps and advised: "Everyone should get up! You must never get involved with the Holy Army anymore."
The first middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground to kneel on the ground heard his voice and spat directly, saying angrily: "Torgro! Now our regiment is taking over this camp! You, a defeated general, have you the right to say something here!"
The middle-aged man named Svida, who was the deputy commander of Krivic's tent. He spoke to Togro in this tone, which was a taboo in the army. If it were ordinary times, he would have to be convicted.
But right now, there are soldiers under Klivich, and no one looks at him at all. Many people even applaud Svida's rudeness, just saying the heartfelt words in their hearts.
Togro was furious. He was so arrogant that when had he ever received such rude treatment, his face immediately became cold and scolded: "It's big or small! How did you talk to you!"
Svida's face turned red and she stopped kneeling down. She suddenly stood up and drew her sword toward each other, shouting: "You have any reason to abandon the army and escape! Shameless coward! Come on! I've fought with you today!"
When Togro saw that he dared to draw a knife and pointed at him, the big hammer was gone. He immediately pulled out his weapon from the waist of the guard beside him, stared at Svida coldly, and shouted: "I can't deal with others, it's okay to deal with you, a bastard! Today, Grandpa will send you on his way!"
For a moment, the guards behind Togro drew out their weapons "swish" and the soldiers under Krivic were also not willing to be outdone, and they drew out their weapons and pointed directly at Togro and others.
When Krivic saw this scene, a wave of disgust flashed in his heart: the old man's body was not cold, and these people actually started to fight in their own camp.
He frowned and shouted: "Stop it all for me! The Holy Empire has not yet been fought, you are just in trouble!"
His call was extremely useful. The years of accumulated power made the entire noisy camp quiet. His soldiers angrily angrily and finally took the lead in retrieving the weapons.
Seeing this, Togro continued to stalemate, so he returned the knife to the guard just now, and snorted coldly and stopped talking.
Krivic was still a little cold when he saw the atmosphere, and said a little calmer: "Torgro, tell me why you can't get entangled with the troops of the Holy Empire anymore."
When Togro heard his question, he was unwilling to say anything more, but when he saw the gaze of the people around him, he sneered: "It's useless to have more people! The old man is dead and his heart is dispersed. What are you going to beat him?"
He said here, and coldly glanced at everyone, and then said, "If you want to fight again, there is a way. As long as you can kill the silver-gun enemy general, you can not only rebuild the morale of the army, but also turn defeat into victory."
He snorted coldly and said a little disdainfully: "I just don't know who you are willing to be this vanguard?"
His sarcastic question stumped the officers around him. His face turned red but no one dared to refute him. The strength of the silver spear young general just now could not even stand Bukridge. Who would dare to die again?!
Krivic nodded in his heart. Although he looked down on this escaped coward, he had to admit that Togro's strategic vision was undoubtedly very correct.
"I agree with the opinion of Commander Tog. Now that the enemy's troops are in full force, we should not continue to get entangled for the time being. I have decided to gather the remaining troops and give up the North City of Gerben. Let's first join the troops of Marquis Sariyev!"
Seeing that his desire to retreat was firm, everyone was not willing to persuade him, so they stood up and left, preparing to lead the army to retreat together. However, when they passed by Togro, their faces were still a little ugly.
Togro didn't mind either. He didn't have a single general under his command, so it would be hard to get up with these people. When he gathered the remaining troops and led his headquarters, he would be a free and easy man.
Immediately said goodbye to Klivich and left. When I left, a cold look flashed in my eyes, and I said in my heart that I would be given a hundred times the humiliation I suffered today!
Krivic stared at his left back, his eyes flashed slightly, but then he stopped thinking about it and led his own guard camp to immediately set off and prepare to leave.
When he left the camp, he happened to meet the officer carrying Bukridge's body. He stared at Bukridge's body for a while. He was silent for a moment, and swallowed slightly: "Get a carriage and take the Duke to leave together. I want to take the old man with me!"
The guard beside him was slightly embarrassed. Seeing that the pursuers were approaching, if they were walking with a carriage, they would be caught up in an instant. However, since it was Klivich's order, they dared not refuse at the moment, so they rode their horses and left to make arrangements.
Seeing this, several officers wailed and shouted: "Sir, you must avenge the Duke!"
Krivic nodded solemnly, turned to look at the Royal Imperial Guards of the Holy Empire who were rushing in the distance. A hint of hatred appeared in his eyes and shouted: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years! Don't act like such a woman! Come with me to meet with the Marquis of Surrey!"
Now he no longer cares about those people and rode his horse and whipped it away. Now that preserving the strength of the Roman army is his priority, he cannot take into account too much personal emotions for the time being.
The fleeing army was surging, and the former might of the Roman army had disappeared. When Gerben saw this scene on the city tower, he couldn't help but start shaking his flag and shouting.
Everyone cast a respectful look at David Mo. This god-like commander of the Royal Imperial Army almost turned the entire battle with his own strength!
At this time, David Mo's chest was still slightly ups and downs. Although he killed Bukridge, he was also severely injured. He now insisted on fighting just to prevent the Roman army from seeing the flaws.
The bloody sun was setting, and the last ray of sunlight gradually fell, and the sweeping on the entire battlefield was coming to an end. There were about 40,000 Roman troops who fled, including about 5,000 Central Army.
There were about 20,000 to 30,000 Roman soldiers who surrendered, basically all of them were ordinary soldiers without any cultivation. David Mo encircled them all in the camp of the Roman army in the past. He had a little headache for these people and had no good way to deal with them for the time being.
David Mo intentionally or unintentionally separated Klivich's troops from the battlefield, trying not to allow the soldiers to be gathered by Klivich. So much so that Klivich only gathered about 30,000 people, and more soldiers escaped from the battlefield while the chaos.
Most of the 30,000 people were ordinary soldiers, and the one who escaped the most in the Central Army was the mage. As the soldier with the least professional ethics, the group of mages has always been despised by soldiers.
David Mo stopped the soldiers who wanted to continue chasing. Now they only have more than 5,000 people, but they have to guard more than 20,000 Roman soldiers. If they divide the troops, their strength will only be weaker.
He immediately ordered: "Disable all surrendered soldiers to guard them separately, and 500 people are one unit. If one person dares to escape, all the units will be killed!"
Trebi laughed and said, "Sir, this is a good idea! If there is one who escapes, I will be unhappy with the big axe in my hand!"
Moknash smiled faintly, shook his head slightly but said nothing. The battle won too suddenly. Although he had known David Mo's power for a long time, he did not expect that even the powerful man at level 5 of the gold was not his opponent.
When Mo David saw the extremely excited Trebi, he smiled and said, "Trebi, since you like killing so much, I will hand over the task of guarding prisoners to you!"
He paused for a moment, looked at the many officers staring at him, and smiled faintly, "Leave a thousand soldiers for you, and all the others follow me into the city!"
Tielbi was suddenly a little anxious and said hurriedly: "Sir! One thousand soldiers are not good. For these tens of thousands of people, how can one thousand people defend them!"
David Mo sighed and said with some worries: "After entering the city, I will still be responsible for the fortifications. If there are too few people, it won't work. Anyway, I'll leave the task to you. As for how you do it, it's more flexible, maybe it can be done!" After saying that, I ignored Tielbi and led everyone out of the camp, preparing to reorganize the army into the city.
When Mocknash passed by Trembi, he walked slightly to him and said to him: "Any abnormal movement can be killed, they are all useless ordinary soldiers. Leaving too much will waste food..."
After he finished speaking, he chuckled at Tielbi twice, patted his shoulder and said nothing more, and followed David Mo to prepare to enter the North City.
David Mo stepped onto the war horse and looked at another Roman camp in the southeast direction, and found that the entire battlefield was still in a stalemate. He frowned slightly and sighed to Mocknash beside him: "We are over here, but I don't know how the division commander..."
Seeing that his eyes were slightly sad, Moknash comforted him: "The order issued by the Military Affairs Office is to let us defend the city of Gerben, and the lord is just following the military order."
David Mo nodded and said nothing more. The gate of the North City finally opened, and the remaining two thousand people followed him into the city. The soldiers of Gerben North City cheered for a moment, and the words "glory" resounded throughout the North City!