Chapter 379: The Few vs. the Many

On the march.

The mercenary Jorah was a little surprised when he learned that the fortress defenders from Leicester and Shane had come out in full force.

The messenger who escaped from the rear was very depressed: "The blasphemer also placed troops in the third fortress."

"How many are they?"

"It felt like there were hundreds of people."

In order to prevent the supply line from being cut off, they deployed a total of tens of thousands of troops outside the two forts - the members of which were fishermen and farmers with no combat experience, and were considered the least combative army.

But their duties are also simple.

Block the gates of the two fortresses so that the defenders inside cannot get out - if the defenders of the third fortress do not appear.

A mercenary leader said: "I said we should also surround the third fortress!"

"The troops are even more dispersed." East, the leader of Rexia Island, riding his best horse, pointed out, "We have time, but time cannot wait for us!"

Another mercenary gritted his teeth and said, "Where are the scouts? Someone is going straight to your camp, and you don't know anything about it?"

The escaping messenger said: "Our scouts are missing. Sirs, you all know that our scouts are all good soldiers and ride fast horses. The knights on the expedition can't kill them. But they died so silently." , I have reason to suspect that the person who did it was not a war knight."

"Humph, we all know that blasphemers breed witches, and those bitches who play tricks are not vegetarians. Jorah, I think you have a say. Wild cats have hunted them down!"

Jorah was once the leader of the Wildcat mercenary group, but now he is alone. He looked ugly and said, "That's it. All my brothers died in their hands."

The scene of that night was still vivid in his mind. His mercenary group and bounty hunters teamed up to chase the witch... But the witch just walked over, her blood and hair dancing wildly... She looked like a scarlet queen from hell.

Witches be damned! Jorah cursed in his mind. All witches deserve to die! They are not human at all!

Although witches are all extraordinary beings, they are not of much use on the frontal battlefield.

According to those who escaped in front of them, the third group of defenders held high a flag with an iron ring embroidered with thorns. There was a heavy shield inside the iron ring, which was the unique heavy armor symbol of the River Valley Army.

By the time the besieging army discovered them, it was already too late.

The heavy armored troops in the valley pushed forward forcefully, cutting down the fences, destroying the camps, and liberating the defenders of the other two fortresses.

Now, the three river valley armies were chasing after them. In other words, when the messenger conveyed the battle situation in the rear camp here, those river valley armies most likely took a small road to get ahead of them.

The leaders of the archipelago and the mercenary captains discussed for a while and finally reached an agreement.

East ordered: "The witch has nothing to do with the overall situation. Give me the order and move forward at full speed!"

There are many troops on the road, and their sources are mixed. They come from different mercenary groups and different islands. It is not easy to dispatch them in peacetime. Once they march urgently, it will inevitably greatly affect the structure of the army.

Some people cannot keep up with the speed of the forced march, and some people will take advantage of the chaos to leave the army and become deserters.

Because not everyone is willing to go head-to-head with the River Valley Army - they have the free right to plunder promised by the Lord of Black Castle, and they can rob ordinary villages.

But Jorah also knows that the smaller mercenary groups have this choice, because no one uses them as the main force, but the more famous mercenary groups have no choice. The new king Ionis is in the underworld. Bao was watching them.

The development of the battlefield situation is dynamic. The lower lane has been defeated. The middle army led by Lord Macor is in a head-on confrontation with the River Valley Army led by the Blasphemer. The interior of Fengrao City is empty, which is their perfect opportunity.

As long as the army on the road advances into the City of Plenty and cuts off the valley army's retreat, Roman the Blasphemer will never be able to stand up again.

They spread the news to everyone. No one objected at first, but they only quickened their pace.

But within ten miles, some people collapsed on the side of the Black Iron Avenue from exhaustion, while others hid in the grass in groups and disappeared.

"Lord East, the Valley Army behind is catching up." A scout reported quickly.

Forced marching is a process of eliminating weak friendly forces. Those who can keep up are the main forces, but the Valley Army's marching speed is actually faster than them.

East ordered: "If you can keep up, keep up. If you can't keep up, go and hold back the enemy in the rear."

Jorah secretly doubted how useful this order would be - those low-ranking mercenaries and islanders and sailors were left behind one after another, either resting in place or turning elsewhere. These people were good at bullying the weak and really had the courage to face the powerful. enemy?

The Black Iron Avenue was smooth and the road condition was good. It only took half a day to cover the expected one-day journey.

But they still hit a snag.

A phalanx from the river valley blocked the front like a rock.

The priest accompanying the army shouted loudly: "Lord East, I can see that that is the last force of the Blasphemer in Fengcheng City! Their rear is completely empty. As long as we break through, we can cut off the Blasphemer's retreat. "

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Ed stood on the Black Iron Avenue and looked forward silently. The enemy troops rushing from the Black Iron Avenue were like a swarm of colorful snakes.

The forces from all parties combined had more than ten flags, and their coats of arms such as black fish, wolf heads, spears, and swords rushed into view, like many ferocious beasts rushing from the road.

"Form up!!" The Thirteenth Captain yelled.

"Ha!" The spearmen in the front row moved in unison, took a step forward, planted their feet, and pointed their spears outward.

Ed asked himself, if it was a dangerous pass or a valley path, then he could use 300 people to intercept tens of thousands of enemies until His Highness returned triumphantly, and there would be no risk of losing.

But this is not a narrow path, but a black iron road, with a wilderness on both sides of the black iron road.

This terrain is extremely unfavorable for them, and there is no place to defend.

Ed knew that the 13th Squadron was an indestructible reef, but when the waves surged from the sea, how could a reef stop the endless tide?

When he saw that the mercenaries were all out, he didn't think of eating them all before moving forward, so he knew that he had to use other methods to deal with the current situation!

"Each team dispersed and fought independently."

Fight the majority with the minority!

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“Swish!” East drew out the weapon from his waist. With a thick beard and curly hair, he shouted very bravely: “My lords! Let’s kill together!!”

No one can fight the River Valley Army on the front battlefield!

This is the bloody lesson that the earth lords learned in the Tianma Plain and previous battles!

The expedition knights are not good. The joint army composed of their mercenaries and islanders is not good either.

No one thought of having a one-on-one knight duel with the River Valley Army!

The River Valley Army in front of them has only 300 people, while they have thousands of people, the exact number is countless, all of them are elites from major mercenary groups and warlike sailors from the Rexia Islands.

The middle army has the most nobles and the most expedition knights, so it is the strongest.

But the overall quality of the army on the road is second only to the middle army.