A young man in the city defense army raised his arms and shouted, following in Griffith's footsteps he rushed into the crowd.
Griffith cut down the red flag with one 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 up the rebels who gathered in piles to attack. Many of the armored rebels did not have 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, emitting 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 flee all the way to the camp in the southwest. There was also a large group that rushed into the warehouse on the north slope. Hundreds of hands pushed each other and hundreds of big feet stepped on them.
The fallen companions howled and crowded on the slope of the mountain road.
“Pursuit, follow me!”
Griffith shouted loudly that the battle had achieved results beyond expectations, and that as long as he worked harder, he could completely destroy the northern camp. In this way, he not only defeated a rebel who threatened Sonia's safety at all times
The reinforcements coming from the northeast also had a foothold across the river.
The first time you independently commanded the battle, you were able to break the camp. This kind of achievement is much more glorious than bullying the goblins at the small intersection in the village!
The morale of the city defense army was greatly boosted. Dozens of soldiers howled and rushed forward, charging at the rebels who could not dodge with wooden guns in hand.
"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, and then lit a fire themselves like crazy, burning 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 burned to an earth-shattering level. The fire spread along the shrubs and woods, burning the entire hill.
Thick smoke billows.
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 found that there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, and many people disappeared in a flash near warehouses and tents.
Lost traces.
Although the battle went extremely smoothly, Griffith's troops were also disintegrating rapidly.
He just wanted to defeat the entanglement and relieve Sonia, and he didn't pay attention to the situation in front of him at all.
When they were in the east, Erza led them several times into the villages and towns of orcs and trolls. Although the battle was fierce, some comrades always disappeared inexplicably. Erza had to form a team every once in a while, even if
Even so, there are often people who can no longer be found for no apparent reason.
In the end, 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 never thought of this at all, and by the time he found out, the situation was already in chaos.
“Concentrate on me!”
“Don’t scatter!”
He shouted repeatedly. But the overwhelming screams and chaotic shouts completely suppressed his slogans. Even if he shouted his throat, he could not regroup his soldiers.
Griffith realized that the vague feeling he had before the battle was not an illusion. He had really forgotten a particularly important element.
His troops had neither flags nor drums or horns, no timetable for extending victory and retreat, and no means of summoning his subordinates to give them orders!
The movement of more than a hundred people relied entirely on his shouting, and once they entered into a chaotic battle, they completely lost control.
“Retreat!” Griffiths, who was victorious in pursuit, gave up and shouted to his subordinates who were frantically looting around him, “Take your belongings and go back to the ship!”
Must retreat as soon as possible.
Although the battle went smoothly, Griffith Squadron also exhausted its already low and almost non-existent organization level while defeating the bandits.
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 street had disappeared.
Not long after the rebel leader Mosmok was killed, the organization of the city defense army and militia was gone.
Although Griffith was unstoppable, he was already beating a drum in his heart.
Hearing his order, less than a quarter of the soldiers retreated to the flat-bottomed boat with some looted property. Others ran down from the high ground one after another holding large and small bags.
Their shield carts were also missing, and everyone was loading valuable and worthless belongings onto the ship. Some even wanted to go back and move them again.
There is no movement in the turbid muddy water below the high ground. There may be vague figures and smoke at Beit Manor in the distance. However, behind the high ground that is out of sight, it is unclear whether the rebels in other camps are moving or whether reinforcements have been sent.
unknown.
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 if there will be more.
A stronger extraordinary person appears.
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, his head would be chopped off 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 be able to break the camp, but if you fall in too greedy for the victory, you will be ruined.
"Retreat! Everyone 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 can be seen that they really want to go to the camp to grab something more, but Griffith, who killed the rebel leader in one round, is also a powerful and terrifying knight in their eyes, and their orders must be obeyed.
Griffith glanced at them coldly, shouting to me just 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 soldier of the city defense army who had just charged with Griffith came back. He didn't bring any belongings or packages, but he grabbed three companions of the city defense army. These city defense soldiers also carried heavy weapons like the others.
Pack small bags.
“Mr. Knight, wait for us!”
The pawn was out of breath running, 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 the flat-bottomed boats and prepared to set sail. This time there was no rush car, and the load on the flat-bottomed boats was only the goods that everyone had just snatched. Dozens of soldiers worked together to push them out of the shore.
The shallows on the edge.
“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 rushed into the rebel camp and started looting in chaos.
"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.
“Let’s sail!” 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 group of rebels appeared in sight. Their ranks were well-organized and they began to counterattack the remaining officers and soldiers.
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 towards the shore, and were then overwhelmed by the rebels who were overtaking them.
Their screams could be heard from afar, and the people on the flat-bottomed boats showed expressions of fear and joy. Some people also clutched 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 can organize the battle at the moment, he cannot take risks
Throw yourself 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 silver is woven into complex mesh patterns. Grooves made of precious metals are reserved on the shoulders, waist, abdomen and chest.
.
Although the gems in the grooves have been lost, the faint fluctuations of magic power on the breastplate still make Griffith ecstatic.
This is an enchanted breastplate with a magic pattern structure drawn on it. 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 weapons and blunt weapon attacks.
After this war subsides, be sure to 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 returned happily carrying the captured supplies.
Although half of them did not come back, these missing soldiers did not have many family members. There were even more rogues and vagrants attracted by the battle captures, begging Griffith to take them to make a fortune.
“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 is lucky, he and the city defenders can approach Baron Bethe's castle in a flat-bottomed boat, and Sonia and everyone else who are stuck in the water can escape.
As long as they are contacted, the matter is more than half successful. The trapped people have the tools to move, and Griffith also has long-range fire support, and it is certain to break through 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 severe situation, the Grand Duke of Verona and the local forces will definitely become very sensitive. Although the local nobles of Verona are unlikely to actively carry out reinforcements, Bayerland's regular army and extraordinary people are also likely to be attacked by Verona.
Obstruction delayed time, but that didn't mean Griffith didn't have reinforcements.
Four groups from Minerva College in Homemonworth came to Verona. After learning about Sonia and the others' distress, the other groups will definitely flee towards the Old Town and other ports.
There are two groups that are relatively far apart, and they may escape directly back to school. Ophelia, one of the most powerful first-year Shutorals, who has the magic eye, is among them, and it seems that there is no hope for them.
But there is a group very 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 had no choice but to retreat to Old Town. There were members of the same famous family in this group, even if they
Professor He is unwilling to risk his life to participate in the war. This is a high probability. Shutoral, who is 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, we were beaten to pieces by the devil wolf side by side.
They were all great warriors, loyal comrades-in-arms, and experienced non-commissioned officers, and Sonia’s kindness in standing behind them in the Whispering Forest will never be forgotten.
La Mole and Count Chalon will definitely try to get them to participate in the rescue. Even without their coordination, the five Sautorards headed by Lassalle will 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 is 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 a small amount of intelligence provided by prisoners, thousands of rebels in Reims were distributed in four main camps along the Bethe River and Vero, and together with the flooding rivers, surrounded the Bethe Manor.
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 has more than a hundred unreliable city defense troops and rogues recruited from the streets. The situation is really unfavorable. Where to start?
While he was thinking about his actions on March 21, there was a rhythmic knocking sound outside the door, and then someone pushed the door open and came 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 good appearance, but he is very young and thin, and he looks no more than fifteen years old. When the rebels were defeated, he was the first soldier to follow Griffith's assault.
After the robbery, he did not participate in the robbery, but grabbed his comrades and rushed to join Griffith.
Be brave, self-disciplined, and have some brains.
Griffith looked at him with great interest. If the pawn had moved slower at that time, he would have been left behind along with the dozens of city defense troops and militiamen. Griffith would not do anything for these unreliable things.
soldiers adventuring.
"May I have your name?"
"Pashu, Pashu Wamuu, son of Wedgley Wamuu, Sir Knight!" the young soldier replied loudly, his face turned red with excitement.
“Why are you here, Paxiu?”
"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, and 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 anything?" 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 might not say anything right and damage the Count's perception of me.
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 lucky 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 any family?”
“I live with my mother and sister.”
“On the salary of the city defense army?”
"Yes, Sir Knight," Paxiu replied 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 clicked 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 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, an engineer technical sergeant from the 12th Army Corps. He was not alone, but arrived at the town of Yambol with an engineering squadron.
"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 are of no use in this muddy land."
"oh……"
Griffith responded. Trebuchet? No, you will be of great use.
Don’t this idiot know that he is heading towards a bright future? This is a task to rescue the heir of a great nobleman, and he is not happy about it.
“So, Sergeant Senamon, do you know that I am commanding the city’s defense forces?” Griffith asked.
"I know, I will cooperate with you in fighting, as long as you don't harm me," Senamon said depressedly, "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 let a group of scoundrels follow you to fight?"
“I’m very good at persuading people,” Griffith said.
“You must be planning to cause trouble with the rebels tomorrow, right?”
“That is inevitable.”
“I can help you guard the town of Yambol!” Senamon said immediately, “We are all directly subordinate to Bayeran. 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."
Griffiths 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. However, 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 high ground in the south.
“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 bring your men and four trebuchets.