"We need to score today?" Houdel was a little tired.

"I'll get a score today," Kadal replied seriously.

At this time, the reserve officers discovered that what Kadal was holding was not a saber or a musket, but a short bow.

With the bow in his left hand, there were three vermilion-shaped arrows, and several arrows with the same tail feathers were placed in the arrow bag beside him.

Houdel and Claude are both outsiders. Although they think it is a bit strange to bring bows and arrows in battle, they don’t think it’s a big deal.

But Xiao Ma Jiya widened her eyes and asked the instructor tentatively, "Is that... Zhu Jian in your hand?"

"Meet?" Kadal raised the short bow and arrow in his hand towards Ma Jiya.

"Listen to my father."

"Don't worry, no matter who this arrow is shot on you today, it won't hit you," Kadal jokingly, then put away his smile and asked seriously, "Did you move away from the horse?"

"Yes," Claude replied.

Houdel was listless, so Claude had to stand up.

"Okay," Kadal nodded for a moment, "Just add fifty points to each of you."

Claude couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Who was the first to move out?" Kadal asked again.

"It's Houdell," Claude quickly replied.

"Good job," Kadal said calmly, "I'll add 100 points to you. Go back to the car and see who needs help. The battle has not been finished yet, and the wounded will have to wait for a while."

After saying that, Kadal was about to leave.

"Instructor," Houdel called out to Kadal from behind, "Is it important to score?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "It's very important," Kadal turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is life important?" Houdel asked again.

"Why do you ask that?" Kadal raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't do this for the sake of the score," Houdel pointed to his companions, "Neither are they."

"I know," Kadal nodded, "Otherwise, why do you have to add 50 points? One hundred points to you? Do you think it is a reward? No, it is not a reward, there is no reward, it deserves the courage to sacrifice itself. I am just paying tribute to the 'heirs of the Alliance'."

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On the avenue leading to Emerald Ferry, Lieutenant Colonel Caspa Lobres is resetting his defense line.

He did not defend the "cardia", and he knew that he had committed a serious crime.

But now I don’t have time to complain. Whether it’s on the gallows or being shot, it’s all for the future.

The most urgent task is to prevent the rebels from taking advantage of the victory and taking down the Jade Ferry in one go.

He was no longer able to interfere with the situation on the main battlefield - the five, six, seven, eight, and nine teams on the high ground could only rely on themselves.

However, the Fourth Battalion can still play a role in the pursuit of rebels.

Lieutenant Colonel Lobres overcomes the strong dizziness and vomiting - the rebels' shotgun lifted him off the horse's back and fell to the back of his head. While sending someone to report to the 10th brigade and the artillery column behind him, he gathered his dispersed subordinates and set up roadblocks on the avenue.

But the pursuers came faster than he expected.

Lieutenant Colonel Lobres had just raised less than a hundred-man subordinate, and the sound of the pursuers' hooves were already ringing in his ears.

"Don't panic!" Lieutenant Colonel Lobres loudly encouraged his subordinates, "Take out the courage!"

However, from his subordinates' eyes, he only saw fear.

How could you not panic?

The scattered spearmen had only one dagger to defend themselves - no one would carry the bulky super spear while running away.

Most sword and shield hands also lost their shields, and many people threw away their armor - when they ran away, they were all burdens.

"The road is narrow," Lieutenant Colonel Lobres racked his brains to fight his subordinates. He explained dryly, "The rebel cavalry cannot exert their power!"

Unfortunately, although the Lieutenant Colonel is a qualified part, he is not a leader with strong personal charm and can make his subordinates willing to die for it.

While speaking, the figure of the rebel cavalry had appeared at the end of the road.

The distance of one arrow arrived in an instant.

"What a beautiful white horse" is the last consciousness of life named Caspa Lobres.

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When Winters Montane personally led the Arctic and swept the Provincial Avenue like a strong wind.

The battle in the 50th Highlands has also entered a white-hot stage.

The fifth, seventh and eighth battalions of the Second Corps of the United Provincial Army National Guard launched a fierce attack on the fifth battalion of the Iron County Infantry Regiment of the Palatu New Army with a thunderous force.

However, unlike the results on the Provincial Avenue, the three [steadfast] brigades failed to defeat the five battalions of the Tiefeng County Regiment.

The square formation of sword and shield hands and halberd hands is indeed better in the long spear duel.

However, the square formation lacking cavalry support is indeed not the complete Ned Smith square formation.

Not to mention the soldiers wearing blue and gray uniforms showed amazing resilience in the battle.

Fansgoal Ardame's square formation can defeat the blue-gray horizontal formation every time, but it can never completely crush any battalion of the Iron Peak County regiment.

Because when the [steadfast] square formation repels the enemy in front of them, other blue and gray horizontal formations can be filled in time every time to cover friendly forces to retreat and reorganize.

Judging from actual performance, the [steadfast] square formation is not heavier than the horizontal formation of the Tiefeng County Army, and it is even more flexible in turning directions.

But three to five, the latter has cavalry support, and even if it is [steadfast], it cannot win quickly.

Aldame is familiar with the history of war. He clearly remembers that during the sovereign war, the longest record of the phalanx duel was [Battle of Lusen]. It took a day in total. From the time the sun just climbed to the treetops and fought until the night ended, the Alliance Army and the Imperial Army decided to win.

Even if the part of the troops deployed and the advancement of the front line was eliminated, the actual battle between the two sides would last for several hours.

The reason why it took so long is not because the battle is not fierce, but because the battle is too fierce - hand-to-hand combat consumes a lot of physical energy for soldiers, and the collision between the square array can only last for a few minutes at a time; soon one side will be unable to support it, retreat, reorganize, and those who gain the advantage will be unable to pursue it; the frustrated square array is either replaced, or after a short rest, they will re-enter the battle; the battle will last all day like this.

Aldame found that it was even difficult for him to achieve the end of the Imperial Army in the Battle of Lusen. Because the Battle of Lusen ended with the method of "after dark, the Imperial Army believed that there was no hope of victory and took the initiative to retreat, and the Alliance Army also suffered heavy casualties and acquiesced to the Imperial Army to leave."

Aldame became increasingly convinced that he was approaching the end of the Butcher Duke in the Battle of Marino.

In that battle, the old marshal dispatched the Paratu cavalry and took turns to charge against the Butcher Duke Monta pikes, forcing the butcher's pikes to stop advancing, defend on the spot, and then kill them with cannons and muskets.

During that battle, although the Butcher Duke's soldiers still maintained a strict retreat formation, they left behind a total of 12,000 corpses.

The butcher couldn't help but sigh: "This is not a battle between people, it is a battle between wild beasts."

That battle not only shattered the delusion of the royalists' battle to pacify the mountain front, but also shattered the myth of the butcher Duke and his Monta spearmen's invincible.

And now, watching the rebels retreat, reorganize, and approach again, watching the rebel cavalry repeatedly pass through their phalanx, and the smoke from the muzzle of the rebels' muzzle, Aldame's intuition told him that he was becoming the next butcher duke.

This made him more angry and more impatient.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a long push, fighting, reorganization, and further advancement, when the sun sets westward, that is, when the Butcher Duke decides to retreat in the Battle of Marino, and when the Imperial Army Commander believes that there is no hope of victory in the Battle of Lucen, Van Sgo Aldame has arrived, perhaps the closest moment to victory in this battle.

The 12th Legion used only three brigades to compress the enemies of five battalions near the "pylorus".

The rebels in blue and gray uniforms leaned against the chariots and laid out the last line of defense, and they were already pushed to their limits.

In front of them, Aldame's subordinates were also at the end of their power.

On the other side of the highland, the troops of Baishan County, which were seriously short of units, have been driven down the hillside. Even if they still have the spare time to support the Tiefeng County regiment, they are beyond the reach.

Most of the time, will cannot determine the outcome.

But at least at this moment, the outcome depends only on will.

Aldame endured the severe headache, gasped, and wanted to say something to boost morale.

But his lips opened and closed, but no sound came out - throughout the battle, he had been using amplification, roaring, roaring, and shouting to order the three square formations. At some point, he could no longer speak.

If you can't speak, you can't speak. Aldame gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

Just as he was about to issue the final assault order, Aldame suddenly discovered that the rebels had "changed".

The rebels were still those rebels, ragged and shaky.

But something changed and became so obvious that his subordinates noticed the changes.

It's the look of eyes.

The fierce look of the dying beast disappeared from the rebels' faces, and in turn, was hope.

The shocking cheers immediately erupted among the blue and gray crowd.

Van Sgo Aldame was surprised to find that many people shed tears at this moment when the rebels were not afraid of sweating, bleeding, or bleeding.

He turned his head blankly and looked behind him, and saw a dark red broken military flag roaring on the small high ground behind him.

"Whose flag is that?" asked Aldame.

"Wentes Montagne," a centurion replied in a low voice, "the ghost of the Styx, the blood of the wolf."

The cheers came to the other side of the highland. Although I could not see what happened, the officers of Baishan County and Leiqun County immediately understood what had happened.

"Wentes Montane! It's the wolf cub back!" Paladi Rimayi roared at the tricolor military flag on the hillside in a wild manner, "Must man! Say goodbye to your cannons, your supplies, and your back! You! All are dead!!!"
To be continued...