"This damn reinforcements!"

Haral angrily threw the curled sword in his hand to the ground. His face was smoked black, and his beautiful blonde hair had become confused, like a chicken coop. His clothes were even stained with mottled blood.

He was surrounded by soldiers from the pirate kingdom with less than a hundred people, half of whom were guards he brought from Norway, and half were Swedish soldiers. Because there were not many people, he could quietly come to the rear of the enemy and attack the supply line.

The attack has been successful twice, but the results are not many. This is the third time. The information says that the amount of this batch of materials is very huge. As long as this batch of materials is burned, the enemy will likely retreat. At that time, the rebel army composed of peasants in Anglia could take advantage of the momentum to counterattack from the front and defeat the enemy.

When choosing the attack location, Haral deliberately chose a position that was not very secret, but the enemy troops did not have time to support it. But he never expected that a mere transportation team would have the resilience not inferior to any ace army when encountering a surprise attack. And at the most critical moment of the battle, a new enemy would emerge from somewhere!

He wiped his face and saw a fresh blood stain on his palm. This was his own blood. In the battle just now, he was almost cut open by an ordinary soldier, and the soldier was clearly stabbed to death by him and kicked to the ground.

——This new enemy army, including this transport team, has the power to resurrect from the dead, just like the army they face in frontal battlefields.

"Hair salon king, why don't we go back directly," Ulf said with a little discouraged. "The war in Anglia is an internal affairs of the Almany Federation, so let's not worry about it."

"Internal affairs of the Almani Federation? Do you really think of these lords, and batches of troops are coming to a peasant republic?" Haral shouted, "Don't forget, this incident originated from the assassination of me! Their target is our pirate kingdom! If you don't fight in Anglia, the war will affect Denmark, Sweden, and Norway! Don't want to back down! If you want to go back, you can fight them here first!"

"We must continue to fight, but we cannot continue to be in the rear of the enemy. This time, our background has been completely exposed to the opponent." Yarmar said, "If we don't get it as soon as possible, we may be surrounded and suppressed."

"I also feel it's time to retreat," Estrard echoed. "I've been attacked three times, and even the pig knows it's time to repair the fence."

Haral raised his head and breathed a long sigh into the sky.

"Okay, retreat," he said, "I hope I can see our reinforcements when I go back."

After becoming a peasant republic, Anglia had actually become a loose regime. The farmers were divided into the fields of the nobles, from serfs to self-cultivated farmers, and they were busy reclaiming and expanding their fields every day, fighting with weeds and stubborn stones with hoes and plows. The affairs in the territory were managed in a very ancient tribal-like manner. The huge Anglia was divided into large and small blocks, and the positions similar to elders were regularly produced by elections to handle daily disputes. Major matters were decided by the general meeting of the people, and everyone participated in it every year. And matters involving disputes between blocks were represented by the elders and resolved at representative meetings between blocks, which was also annual.

After the war broke out, at the beginning, all the places only fought on their own. It was not until they discovered that this was a full-scale invasion of the peasant republic that all the places held an emergency meeting, elected a military leader, and formed a rebel army from adult men to resist the invaders together.

However, this is just a group of farmers. The military leader they can launch... in fact, it is the Norbed who once became a bandit and turned back under the guidance of Greegoli. Nobed knew how much he had, so he regarded Haral and his group as a savior. When Haral proposed a plan to attack the enemy's supply line, he grabbed Haral's hand and refused to let go for a long time. Now when Haral came back, he seemed to have met a savior and ran out to welcome Haral.

"Are reinforcements coming?" Haral asked as soon as he saw Nobel.

"No! None! The battle situation is getting more and more urgent. We have suffered several defeats in a row. Now we are afraid to drink the enemy's contact. We can only watch them burn our village after another!" Noblet wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Or are you sending someone to urge me?"

"No one? It shouldn't be! It's understandable that the other lords don't listen to me, but what about the vassals of the Swedish king? This Anglia was blessed by the Swedish king. Now that they are attacked, they don't come either?"

"Speaking of this, I received three letters! It was said that it was sent by the lord of your Hero Kingdom!" Noble slapped his head, "I'll take it out for you to show it!"

"You can still write a letter." Haral looked at the three staff officers selected by Ella in disappointment, "It is worthy of being your Swedish lords."

The first letter was written by Chief Usby, the vassal of Ella.

"The enemy is powerful! We are short of troops and it is difficult to win head-on! But the King of Sweden taught us to win by surprise, so I thought about it and decided to land from Lübeck and poke them in the butt! Please resist the pressure ahead and wait for us to succeed!"

"I'll take your head! I'll take a detour from Lubeck, not to mention the problem of being discovered, so deep into the heart of the Federal Republic of Almany, he would be grateful if he didn't go hungry!"

Haral angrily tore the letter to pieces.

The second letter was written by Ella's vassal, Chief Habi.

"My grandson said: The army has no constant momentum, and the water has no constant form. You must be surprised and attack it unpredictable. Now that the King of Sweden is not here, I may suffer a loss in frontal combat. I am going to launch a surprise attack, land on the sea to Normandy, attack Paris, seize the consul Almani, and force the enemy to retreat!"

"roll!"

Haral once again tore the letter to pieces.

The third letter was written by Ella's vassal, Grahaide.

"I remember Grahyide was a knight of England before." Haral felt a little relieved. The knight was born, so he could not run around like their pirates.

"I have found out that this war was planned by the Duke of Aquitaine."

Haral admired the beginning of the letter.

"...So I have led my army through the English Channel and am ready to take the sea route to attack the capital of Aquitaine. If the front line is firmly defended, there will be a chance!"

"Grahead!!!"

Haral swallowed the letter paper in anger.

"What should I do?" Nobit blinked at Haral.
Chapter completed!