savior epic

Chapter 106 Desert
Failure always comes suddenly and unexpectedly.

The vanguard army marched to the Ten Kingdoms of Chuimu Town. In the dark night, when the man stood on the mound and observed, he saw the mighty torches coming from all directions with the horseshoes.

The man realizes that he is about to be struck by tragic lightning.

Although the man's long years of military career made the man react immediately and ordered someone to blow the horn, however, it was night and when Myron took away most of the officers, the entire army was rarely in chaos. Flaws caused the doomed defeat of the Legion.

Those high-class slaves straddling assault lances and wearing excellent armor, they charged forward on armored horses, like a giant shuttle, instantly cut through the front line of the vanguard army.

The chaos of the vanguard legion expanded, and the men immediately took the lead, leading the cavalry to rush into the enemy's line, and shouted to the soldiers to fight.

The beloved consul personally fought the enemy, and the soldiers gradually ceased to be chaotic. They regained their fighting spirit and picked the cavalry off their horses with their spears.

However, after resisting a wave of offensive for a while, almost everyone saw the torches of the enemy army coming here continuously.

But somewhere, a sharp-eyed soldier exclaimed:

"The flag of deputy head Myron is the flag of deputy head Myron!"

As the enemy army gradually approached, the news that the flag of the deputy head of Meren appeared in the enemy army spread throughout the entire vanguard army in an instant.

The man's blood froze instantly after distinguishing the pattern of the flag in the heavy firelight.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant:

Meron was probably taken prisoner, and his banner was captured.No, Myron has a very clear judgment on the situation and may have withdrawn in time, but the flag was dropped during the retreat
However, when the man saw the flag clearly with his excellent eyesight, he was shocked to find that the flag had no signs of damage and was almost brand new.

He saw Myron standing under the banner, directing the slave cavalry to charge.

The Vanguard Corps was routed outside the town of Drewwood.

This was undoubtedly the first defeat of the city-state of Alan Biyin, and it was an extremely tragic defeat.

Night battles, ambushes, lack of officers and betrayal, even if the Vanguard Corps showed an astonishing fighting spirit, failure was still unavoidable. In fact, even in the face of such unfavorable conditions, the entire army persisted for half an hour before being defeated , not like most of the enemies they have faced, they will collapse at the touch of a button.

Under the desperate escort of the cavalry, the man escaped. He never thought that the lightning of defeat would come so suddenly, nor would he have thought that Myron would betray him, so that he panicked. In the dark night, lacking direction, he and the only remaining The two cavalry fled north.

When he came back to his senses, the man gasped for breath one after another, and the cloud of failure wrapped around him. For the first time, he felt that the city-state of Alan must be so fragile that he couldn't even stand a betrayal.

"How many kingdoms have we traveled?" The man barely calmed down and asked the cavalry beside him.

"Consul, Consul," the cavalryman also had lingering fears, "maybe thirty, no, forty kingdoms, I don't know, we ran too fast."

Another young cavalryman, his face turned pale from the jolt of the horse, was speechless.

At night in the desert, the cold air carried wind and sand, beating on their faces.

The man headed towards their escape path, a series of horseshoe prints were left on the road, and his spirit immediately tensed.

"Forty Kingdoms is not far enough, just run farther until you are sure to get rid of them!" The man said hoarsely, his eyes were dry, "Otherwise they can catch up with the horseshoe prints, damn it!"

The man desperately hoped that the desert would create a sandstorm behind them, which would cover all traces and block the way of the enemy.

Under the command of the man, the three drove the horses with the whip.

In the dry and cold desert at night, the horses galloped wildly under their feet, their four hooves were trembling, and the wind that swept the sand and dust was not only torturing people, but also torturing animals. Men knew that they could not slow down. In order to run faster, they I had to throw down the armor on my body and drive the horse hard.

Finally, after running for only more than 20 kingdoms, the man heard a heavy sound behind him.

He pulled the reins and stopped.

A cavalryman's horse couldn't hold on. It fell straight down in the desert, and the head on the ground forcefully smashed a small hole.The young cavalry was also thrown out.

The man wanted to drive his horse over, but felt that his horse was trembling even when he was standing.

The horses were exhausted.

"Consul, my horse can't run anymore." The young cavalryman said with a trembling voice, crying.

Every inch of the young cavalryman's organs trembled, and he felt extremely terrified.

Another cavalryman walked over reluctantly pulling his horse, and said bitterly: "Consul, my horse will not be able to hold on anymore."

The man cursed his war horse fiercely, the latter lowered his head and hissed in a low voice, and he climbed off the horse helplessly.

"Lead the horses, let's go as fast as possible, find a higher mound, and give them a breather." The man said with only reason.

The two cavalrymen obeyed the order, and the three of them worked together to help the fallen horse and walked for a short distance, but the horse had already sprained its feet.

Normally, you just need to let it cultivate for a period of time, but now time is running out, the man doesn't know whether the enemy has followed the series of horseshoe prints or not.

"Myron! It's a bastard!" The man cursed, staring at the crippled war horse, and said to the young cavalryman, "Leave it here, it's my fault and Myron's."

The young cavalryman had a premonition long ago. He stared at his companion who had been with him for several years. The friendship of a war horse is hard to part with for a cavalryman.

He couldn't help but tears welled up in his eyes.

The war horse gently licked his tearful face.

"Goodbye, beauty." The young cavalryman said in a panic.

The war horse was left in the wind and sand like this, and saw its owner go away with the other two.

It raised its head to the sky and hissed loudly, carrying an empty saddle and walking hard on the desert with its sprained feet.

"What's your name?" The man asked the young cavalryman who said goodbye to his horse.

"Bligh." He said, the panic of losing his comrade-in-arms was all over his cheeks, "Consul, how far do we have to run?"

Sighing, the man didn't answer, asking for another cavalryman's name.

"My name is John, Consul."

"I remember your names."

The man, Bligh and John, after walking nearly a thousand steps, they finally found a towering mound,

They only had two war horses left, so they took down the stakes on the horses, found a firmer sandy ground, drove down the stakes, and tied the two horses to it.

The three of them didn't spread the cloth on the ground, and they didn't dare to start a fire, which was enough to make people's hearts tremble tonight.

As a man who is the consul and the head of the legion, he cannot shirk the task of guarding the night and guarding the horses.

"Bligh, John," the man said, looking into the distance, "you can only rest for three hours, hurry up."

On the buttocks of the war horse, there is a small amount of water and food.

Due to the haste of the attack, it was not even enough to last for two days.

The desert is lonely and endless.

While guarding against the pursuers, the man prayed silently to the Lord.

　Finally finished writing, let’s see if I can get Chapter 2 liver out this afternoon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)