If the main general does not stay at the rear, those at the rear are likely to follow the retreating troops.
Rubeer had already prepared a twenty-man Long Halberd Team just for rear guard action.
His Majesty ntioned in the "Soldier's Manual", there should always be a reserve team!
"Who said that? It's not like we're asking you to stop them." Hilier finally caught his breath after running all the way, "Aren't there bulletproof pits on the ground?"
......
When penetrating the defensive line, Tadrashe himself did not expect it to be so easy.
Marching in neat steps, the rear army's Holy Gunn and Long Spearn steadily retreated, with only a few Long Spearn still entangled on the front line.
Only when a breach was broken through and there was no subsequent replacent, did these Long Spearn fight and retreat as they went.
"Have you chosen to shrink the defensive line? A foolish choice."
Watching the Close Guard Cultivators still battling his side, Tadrashe sat on a horizontal log.
Shrinking the defensive line ans giving up the position and advantageous terrain.
Originally, it was a plain and hillside L-shaped pincer attack on the Knights, now it beca Knights pincer attacking the Imperial Guard in the plain.
Exposing the rear of an open plain, and still wanting to fight head-on?
Wait a minute...
As the other knights rejoiced wildly, Tadrashe suddenly felt sothing was amiss.
What he could think of, could the enemy commander not think of?
These Close Guard Cultivators clearly had strength left.
Looking at the Knights and Thousand River Valley soldiers still engaged in battle, one of them suddenly stumbled and fell into a deep pit behind him.
Then, as if agreed upon, these soldiers jumped into the deep pit one after another.
Deep pit?
Tadrashe's body reacted before his consciousness, diving behind a warhorse's corpse.
"Quick, lie down! Find sothing to block yourself!"
However, it was already too late.
At this mont, heaps of Knights were crowded into a passage of about ten ters wide, even standing shoulder to shoulder.
The Knights behind them continued to complain, pushing forward just to earn the credit of taking the position.
Upon hearing Tadrashe's words, the Knights were first puzzled, then looked up.
Under the sunlight, ten or so Spring Cannons swaying were emitting a tallic sheen of iron and copper.
"Praise Holy Thunder!"
The instant they heard the command, the soldiers in the deep pit shrank their necks and looked up.
Under the blue sky, a swarm whizzed past—a pile of iron sand and lead pellets.
First, the three Spring Cannons on the left sounded, blood blossoms blood in the cicada-singing early sumr.
Then, the four Spring Cannons in the center sounded, iron spheres rolled out four bloody tunnels in the crowd.
Finally, the three Spring Cannons on the right sounded, removing all illegal creatures on the sides of the bloody tunnels.
The Holy Gunn seamlessly followed up with three-form shooting, perfectly matching the rhythm of the Spring Cannons, turning the last stroke of green on the ground into red.
Three rounds of shelling and two rounds of volley fire left hardly anyone standing on the infantry passage.
If anyone remained, they were trembling, both thighs shaky, half their body dyed in red blood.
After three rounds of shelling, what Rubeer could see, besides the corpses scattered everywhere and the Knights surrendering, was only the fleeing backs of Tadrashe and the surviving Knights.
Had it been ordinary people or even ordinary Imperial Knights, they would have been annihilated long ago, but these Knights, tsk tsk.
Though they were the enemy, the will and combat power of these Border Knights were nonetheless admired by Rubeer and his n.
Compared to the "drama actors" in the Empire's arena, these Border Knights had more of a soldier's deanor.
As Rubeer's gaze shifted back to the infantry passage, the rich sll of blood assaulted his senses.
These Border Knights took potions while charging, their hearts trained by breathing techniques were strong and powerful, with high blood pressure.
Every ti an iron ball and lead pellet rolled past, it was like a blood fountain spurting out a two to three-ter-high spray.
For so reason, witnessing this scene, Rubeer actually felt an indescribable sense of artistry.
But he quickly snapped back to reality: "Long Spearn, move forward, behind the chest wall, regardless of minor or major injuries, ensure complete elimination."
......
"11."
"8."
"15."
"..."
On the mound, having left the range of the Spring Guns and Spring Cannons, the Knights gathered under the shade of the trees and began counting their remaining forces.
"Is this right?"
"Why not count again?"
"How could ... how could there only be one hundred and two left?"
What happened to the two hundred and fifty valiant Knights? Where did they go?
Unwilling to turn their heads to look, confusion and fear finally spread across the faces of these Border Knights.
Could this be a wall made of iron? Could the Imperial Guard be people made of iron?
For any ordinary army, facing the Knights' charge would have ant collapse.
This kind of morale, this kind of resilience, they had only ever witnessed among the Skeleton Army of the Blood and Flesh Royal Court.
This kind of valor, this kind of destructive power, they experienced only in the Vampire Duke's magic.
Even in combat with the Blood and Flesh Royal Court, unless encountering the Ogre Warlords' personal troops, they didn't face such tough opponents!
The Ogre Warlords' personal troops were rely seven to eight hundred, but here, there were four to five thousand.
Looking at the seemingly soft but resilient front line that held until now, many Border Knights felt a sense of absurd despair rising in their hearts.
Could the Thousand River Valley People be sent by the Holy Father to punish them?
"Holy Father, what did we do wrong?"
While the Border Knights despaired, Tadrashe was bursting with joy.
Yes, he was bursting with joy.
His heart was pounding, the potion-induced hot blood surge was making his vision begin to blur.
But this didn't stop him from remaining clear-headed.
There was a limit to the number of Spring Cannons, if they suddenly had more than a hundred Spring Cannons out of nowhere, they wouldn't need to fight, just run.
If, at this mont, the Spring Cannons by the riverside were firing far more intensively than before, it must have been because there were more Spring Cannons brought in from elsewhere.
Tadrashe looked towards the middle section, at the direction of the third and fourth chest walls.
The whistling sound of lead breaking through the air persisted there, but the cannon sounds were not as dense as before.
"Everyone, follow to the middle segnt's chest wall!"
"But..."
"There's no ti to explain, mount up quickly!"
Among the befuddled Border Knights, only five or six dozen followed Tadrashe towards the middle chest wall.
The rest were disheartened, either heading back or choosing to return to the original position.
Tadrashe had no ti to mind their feelings, his attention was wholly attracted to the middle segnt's defensive line.
A hundred or so ters of distance was just ten seconds on horseback.
The Imperial Guard, still in a standoff, seed to hesitate for a mont when they noticed their approach.
Then ca the urgent sound of bugles.
Indeed, indeed, the opposing commander made a mistake!
Beneath the helm, Tadrashe's face blood with a chrysanthemum-like smile.
The commander of the Thousand River Valley People had allocated more than the usual number of Falcon Cannons to support the side near the river.
He guessed it was because of the crucial Hydraulic Winding Machine there, requiring extra protection.
But he forgot, Spring Cannons moved slowly, their speed at most matched a soldier's normal pace, how could they outrun cavalry?
Tadrashe almost howled in delight, his judgnt was correct, those Knights didn't die in vain!
......
"The Thousand River Valley People made a mistake in haste."
Cos was hunched over his horse, making the sa judgnt as Tadrashe.
Though his tone was stable, his fingers trembled involuntarily.
He had been through over fifty battles large and small, yet rarely had he been as nervous, as thrilled, as he was this ti, apart from his very first ti on the battlefield.
Putting on his bird-beaked helm, Cos raised the visor, glanced at the still-fierce stairway slope battle.
It was about ti.
"The last ten flag teams, ready, follow ."
Turning his horse around, Cos ran about fifty ters, facing the Centaurs kneeling among the flower and herb cluster resting.
"Mula Dala brothers!" Cos stood solemnly in front of a Centaur nad Batu, "Now is the ti for you to help."
The Centaur extended his hooves and stood up.
Though riding a horse, Cos had to look up at Mula Dala.
"The slaves and treasures that you ddle with are done with, I will take the root man's head and kill you!"
The seemingly albino Centaur kicked up his heels, shook off the dirt, and placed the helt on his head.
"Have no worries! I'll take the Thousand River Valley general's head and make it into my drinking cup!"
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