Spears intertwined, smoke gushed, and the square formation ruthlessly crushed the flesh and blood.

"Hold!" Colonel Shrku yelled with all his strength: "Hold!"

In hand-to-hand combat, soldiers with strict formations will definitely be able to defeat soldiers with scattered formations.

This simple, crude truth, but has been verified again and again in the long history of human war, was first learned by Skur Mecklen in the classroom.

At that time, he probably wouldn't have thought that one day he would personally verify the nonsense printed on the book in the most cruel way.

"Hold!" Skur leaned against the flagpole and repeated the order sternly: "Hold!"

But it is too difficult to "reach tight": the noise makes people dizzy, the smoke of gunpowder makes people unable to open their eyes, the smooth intestines pull people down like tripping ropes, and the soldiers who can still stand have nowhere to stay.·

With a "pop", the drummer standing in front of Skul was lifted up without warning. The broken bones and brain objects poured over Skul's body. The drummer's body softened and fell heavily at Skul's feet.

"Beat the drum!" Skul still shouted hoarsely as if nothing had happened: "Hold on!"

In fact, there is no need for the colonel to order the subordinates to stay close. Everyone does not consciously want to be closer to their comrades because only in this way can they survive.

The "always keep a distance between one arm" required in the scriptures has become a literal "paper talk".

As we advance, retreat, and squeeze each other, each square array that can still be maintained has shrunk to a point where it cannot be smaller. The elbows are pressed against the elbows and the shoulders are pressed against the shoulders, and the formation has long disappeared.

The spearmen on the back kept filling the front, and in the end there was only a thin line, which almost reduced the square formation that was originally facing the enemy to the four sides to become a "front line".

All the phalanxes of the two armies formed a larger front and fought fiercely under the ground where the parliamentary army set up cannons.

At the northernmost end of the front, the coalition forces of Leiqun County and Bianjiang County were surrounding the enemy at all costs; at the southernmost end of the front, the Xinkendi dispatched troops were also attacking the flanks of the coalition forces.

Driven by blood and life, the front line rotates slowly and uncontrollably, becoming thinner and narrower.

Skur Mecklen watched the brown-clothed soldiers in front of him lose in the battle and were forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by step by flag-holder, so that the flag-holder located behind the front rolled up the military flag and carried it on his shoulders - that was a signal of temporary retreat.

Sure enough, the drum beat suddenly changed, and the parliamentary army brigade that fought Skur's phalanx took the initiative to retreat and reorganize.

The brown-clad soldiers stumbled and retreated away from the enemy, revealing a gap on the front of the parliamentary army.

Every battle example learned from the book is yelling at Skur, telling him that he must take advantage of the victory and turn the enemy's retreat into a retreat.

However, Colonel Skur could no longer mobilize his troops like he did when he started a war.

His soldiers were exhausted, his officers and soldiers were killed and injured, and he didn't even know whether his troops would collapse in the next second.

Skul also did not have a reserve team that could be used to expand the gap, because both sides had already scraped out the last chip in their pockets and bet on the table.

Even without taking a breath, Skur ordered his phalanx to push forward without hesitation and attack the enemy in front of the friendly forces on his right hand.

It was during this reorganization and advancement that the brown-clothed soldier who had previously taken the initiative to retreat was once again driven up and entangled the square formation where Skul was.

At the same time, Colonel Chloe Torrill, who was commanding the right wing of the parliamentary army, stared at the standing silver border flag in the center of the enemy's front.

He stared at it so hard that his eyes were almost bleeding.

The person standing under the military flag was Chloe's classmates and old friends, but at this moment, there was only anger, resentment and despair in Chloe Toril's chest.

"Why are you here?" Chloe yelled in her heart as if crazy: "Why can't you admit defeat?!"

He wanted to hold the other person's throat, question, scold, and cry loudly.

Nothing is more cruel and bloody than a close battle. Compared to it, one-sided victory seems kind.

Since the battle has been fought, both the joint forces of Bianjiang County and Leiqun County, and the reorganized New Reclamation Legion under Chloe have been pushed to the limit.

Skur could not leave the reserve team, and Chloe also had no reserve team; Cour's soldiers were exhausted, and Chloe's subordinates were only tired than the coalition soldiers who were waiting for it; Skur found that the fighter plane was unable to take advantage of the victory, and Chloe was also watching the enemy retreat and reorganize.

Both sides have now lost the ability to expand fleeting fighter jets into unstoppable victory, and can only wait for the other side to fall into a total collapse on their own.

The battle became a patience game to see who could hold on for one more minute, but every second it extended, it caused more Palatus to fall into a pool of blood.

Amid the shouts, drums and guns, Chloe heard some unusual sounds.

The sound was very weak at first, like a wisp of blue smoke mixed in the morning mist, making it difficult for people to notice. Then it suddenly became loud, as if it was stepping up from a deep abyss to the clouds and turned into rolling thunder.

It is the sound of horse hooves, the deafening sound of horse hooves.

Chloe Torrill sighed. Come—or, finally come.

At this moment, the cavalry that could appear from the direction of the sound of horse hooves could only be the cavalry unit of the Xinkendi dispatched army under Saner.

"Sanel is finally willing to send cavalry to support me." Chloe thought sadly: "But it's too late."

Chloe turned around, but saw the blood-stained Leiqun County Battle Flag fluttering in the wind.

Following the causeway bombarded by the cannons of the parliamentary army, soldiers holding up the flags of Baishan County and Leiqun County rushed to the east coast, abandoning the formation and not thinking about retreating, like a torrent, pounced towards the back of the parliamentary army front.

More and more soldiers of the reorganized New Reclamation Land Army turned their heads, and the supervision team could not stop the soldiers from looking at the direction where the sound of hooves came.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even the officers and soldiers who tried their best to keep the troops from failing were in panic.

The lieutenant commander of the phalanx where Chloe was immediately approached Chloe. The lieutenant's pupils were trembling, and his lips were not covered in blood. He still tried his best to maintain his calmness and asked, "Col., why..."

Without explanation, Chloe understood what his subordinates wanted to say. Their front was spread too thin, and most of the spearmen were filled in the front, and it was impossible to resist a charge from behind.

As they spoke, the Leiqun County cavalry who had taken off their armor had already jumped across the provincial avenue, and in the end the distance of less than a mile would disappear in a moment.

Chloe closed her eyes and opened them again, there was no more sadness in her eyes, but she felt a little more relieved.

"Run, boy." Chloe patted the lieutenant on the shoulder: "Live."

After saying that, the colonel tidied up his clothes, walked out of the square, and met the blade with a cold light.

...

When the Leiqun County cavalry broke into the right wing front of the parliamentary army, at the southernmost end of the battlefield, the Baishan County army was in a great crisis.

The newly emerging army on the horizon neither showed off its flag nor actively sent scout cavalry to communicate, but instead headed straight to the battlefield as fast as possible.

"How many people are there?" Geisa asked the Detective Cavalry.

"There should be four brigades."

"Four brigades!" Gaisa's eyes widened: "How could he find out now?"

"They came from the south." The detective cavalry looked pale and tried his best to explain: "As soon as they found them, the sergeant immediately sent me to report."

"Four brigades from the south." Ensign Worthington frowned: "Winters Montane's men?"

Geisa turned his head suddenly and asked sternly, "Why don't they identify?"

Just ahead of Colonel Geisa, the river crossing troops in Baishan County were fighting fiercely with the left-wing troops of the parliamentary army under the banner of the Sixth Army.

As soon as they fought, the soldiers of Baishan County immediately realized the contrast - the combat power of the three brigades deployed in the rear and the two brigades defending the river bank was completely different.

The enemy defending the river bank was about to collapse, but the enemy in the rear was not at a disadvantage in the bloodiest phalanx battle.

"Find out their identities!" Geisa made a quick decision and ordered: "Go to Colonel Bode for help!"

He glanced at the unmoved enemy formation, gritted his teeth and gave the last instruction: "Retreat!"

The trumpet of withdrawal sounded, musketeers covered and shot, sword and shield hands dragged out the light wounded from the spear forest, and the three phalanxes of the Baishan County River Crossing Force slowly distanced themselves from the enemy, intending to retreat to the west bank.

However, the "Sixth Army" as the defensive side changed its previous passive avoidance and launched a counterattack without mercy.

Two brigades of infantry defending the river bank that were previously repelled were also reorganized, and they bypassed the Baishan County Army's square formation in chaos and rushed towards the river bank again.

Lead flew over the top of his head, and Geisa's subordinates persuaded the colonel to leave the saddle for the time being, but Geisa still sat steadily on the horse's back, unmoved.

It’s not that Geisa wants to be a hero, but that he has to sit on the horse to see the situation clearly.

The situation on the Nan branch battlefield has become a race:

On the east bank, the "Sixth Corps" was cutting off the retreat of the Baishan County Crossing River troops; on the west bank, the unknown unit was heading straight towards Hegu Village.

The two brigades left by Geisa on the west bank were also transferred by Colonel Bode, causing the Baishan County troops who crossed the river to completely fall into a dilemma of isolation and helplessness.

Geisa gritted her teeth and looked to the north. The smoke, dust and the valley village blocked his sight. He was not angry that Colonel Bode had transferred his troops without authorization, but he needed Skur to resolve the enemy's right wing as soon as possible, and then immediately rushed to help.

Otherwise, he, Colonel Bode and the children of Baishan County will die without a place to bury them.

...

[North Division Battlefield]

The defeat was more than just a mountain of fallen. It seemed that after only one breath, the reorganization of the Xinkendi Legion was completely wiped out.

The cavalry of Leiqun County knocked the first nail on the coffin of the reorganized Xinkendi Legion with iron hooves. The infantry of Leiqun County, which followed closely behind, knocked the remaining nails to death.

If people are used as metaphor, the reorganized New Reclamation Legion ushered in complete death. Unless someone reconstructs it, this number will not appear again. Even if someone reconstructs it, it is just another person with the same name.

On the battlefield north of Hegu Village, only the troops of the Xinkendi dispatched troops were still fighting stubbornly.

The Xinkendi Expeditionary Force, which came to support the right wing, had a total of two brigades of troops. They were originally attacking the flanks of the coalition forces. Seeing that friendly forces were defeated, they quickly merged into a team, leaning against the nameless river, forming a square formation of thousands of people on the river bank.

The coalition soldiers were all chasing and capturing the fugitives, but no one paid attention to them for a while.

"Losen!" After the war started, Colonel Skur met with his subordinates whom he valued the most and felt like a different life.

However, Skur didn't even feel any time to ask about the captain's injury. The colonel's eyes just stopped for a short time in Luosong's left eye. The first sentence was still the order: "Don't worry about those stubborn enemies! Gather your subordinates! Go and support Colonel Geisa immediately! Lead me a horse! Also, who is the man in the south?"

"The subordinates are already gathering their hands." Luo Song turned over and dismounted, and raised his hand meticulously to salute: "But support Colonel Geisa's order, please reconsider."

"You..." Skul narrowed his eyes: "What does it mean?"

Luo Song looked straight at Serku without fear with his remaining right eye: "Col. Bode entrusts me to relay a passage for you."

...

[Nan Branch Battlefield]

"What?" Gaisa's eyes widened and asked the messenger who had gone to Hegu Village to ask for help: "What does it mean to have no reinforcements?"

The messenger shivered for a moment and plucked up his courage to report: "Col. Bode entrusted me to convey a sentence to you."

...

[North Division Battlefield]

Luo Song met the colonel's gaze and repeated word by word: "'We have no chance of victory today, but Winters Montaña is leading our troops to help at night. Therefore, we are not fighting for a terrible victory today, but to sacrifice to win the entire war.'"
To be continued...