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Chapter 141: Dora Town (Part )

Major Marlowe watched the soldiers in the Doro Canyon collapse in front of him, and he remained indifferent.

Behind him, in a place that was invisible in the canyon, was a large infantry phalanx composed of halberd soldiers and musketeers. On the side of the phalanx, there were twenty light cavalrymen armed with lances on standby, ready to charge towards the canyon at any time.

Unfortunately, Major Marlowe waited and waited, but he never saw the enemy inside chasing the fleeing soldiers out. He only saw dozens of cavalrymen coming out from the nearby woods with the sound of trumpets.

Marlowe was not surprised by these uninvited guests, because his scouts had discovered traces left by these cavalrymen a day earlier.

Marlowe was not afraid of these cavalrymen, because after fighting with them several times, he found that although these elite infantrymen on horseback were not afraid of death and were even willing to sacrifice themselves, they were extremely caring for their horses.

Many times, they would rather see a few people die than have a horse get hurt.

Marlowe finds it difficult to understand his enemy's love of horses, but this does not prevent him from exploiting this trait.

When these enemies tried to approach, Marlowe directly ordered the musketeers to move forward and fire at them from a distance.

After a burst of crackling gunfire, the enemy on horseback ran away... Therefore, the scene in "Knife Stab's Butt" where the player's cavalry crazily harvested the fleeing soldiers did not happen.

Instead, Home Alone and his men were beaten to a pulp by the Republic's musketeers. Although no one was killed and no horses were injured, it was still a wasted trip.

However, Major Marlowe, who had repelled the enemy's light cavalry attack at a slight cost, was not very happy facing the canyon in front of him. He looked at the defeated remnants with an expressionless face.

The battle to attack Doro Canyon has been going on for a whole day, from early morning to this afternoon. The previous three attacks were all repelled.

By the fourth time, Marlowe realized that if he did not lure the enemy out and continued to fight in the Doro Canyon, he would most likely not be able to break in even if he threw all two infantry battalions at hand here.

The rebel infantry, numbering less than a hundred in the canyon, were so elite, skilled in fighting, and fearless that Marlow was taken aback by their bravery. He even suspected for a moment that they were not human at all.

If they don't come out, there's little Marlow can do about them.

The fourth attack was to lure them out, but now it seems that the plan has failed.

"Major, what should we do?"

The adjutant stood beside Marlowe, his tone a little anxious. The attack had lasted all day, and the morale of the soldiers was gradually declining, but the rebels were still holding on in the canyon, showing no signs of retreating.

Marlowe didn't reply. He simply unfolded the map, his fingertips tracing the sheepskin, repeatedly rubbing the location of the Doro Gorge marked with a blood-red cross. The setting sun stretched his shadow long, overlapping with the groans of the soldiers in the formation behind him.

After a long time...

"Retreat, infantry retreat, cavalry stay hidden in the woods."

Marlowe continued to gamble. He used the cavalry as bait and retreated the infantry, betting that the enemy would come out and eat his cavalry.

However, until it was completely dark, the enemies in the canyon remained motionless.

Marlowe lost the bet.

However, he was neither angry nor impulsive. He took steady steps and continued with his original strategy.

To be honest, Marlowe's fighting style really made Xiaodao, who was hiding in the town of Dora, feel a little depressed.

Players are never afraid of fighting, but sitting still like this is what they hate the most.

Xiaodao doesn't have much to do. Doro Canyon is the defense line of Doro Town, but also a shackle. No matter how good the player is at fighting, he can't fight one against a hundred and rush out to kill all the enemies outside.

detour?

It's possible to go around it. The Republican Army outside has done this a long time ago. They can recruit local people. Wouldn't they be more familiar with the terrain than Xiaodao and others?
So, just sit down. You sit outside and watch, and I sit inside and herd the cattle. I won't go out, and you can't come in.

……

The summer sun is so intense that it seems to scorch every inch of the earth. It hangs high in the azure sky, emitting a blazing light that even the air seems to be twisted and twisted. The heat waves roll in, leaving no place for shelter.

Wallace, the young freeman hanging on the wooden rack at the entrance of East Birch Town, has a deep understanding of this.

Wallace was wearing only a ragged linen shirt, which had been soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin. His feet were tied to a wooden frame, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and he was exposed to the scorching sun like a lamb to be slaughtered.

His skin was sunburned red, and sweat ran down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet, where it was quickly dried up, leaving only patches of white salt.

He tried to lift his head, but his neck was so stiff he could barely move. His throat felt like it had been burned, dry and painful. Every breath felt like swallowing flames. His lips were chapped, and blood even seeped from the corners of his mouth. His vision of the ground was blurry, and everything in front of him was shaking, as if the entire world had been distorted by the scorching sun.

Speaking of which, why was I hung on a wooden rack?

Wallace, in a daze, subconsciously recalled his experience.

He vaguely remembered that not long ago, a group of bandits claiming to be the Red Flag Great Western King rushed into Xihuamu Town, hacked the mayor to death, and opened the door of the granary, allowing people to take what they wanted.

Of course, even though the townspeople were starving and the mayor, tax collector, and town guards were all dead, they didn't dare go in to get food.

No one is stupid. They all know that the Red Flag Great Western King is just a group of wandering heroes. Their arrival is only temporary. The councilor's rule over Xihuamu Town is permanent. If you take the councilor's food, you will definitely be liquidated later.

The freeman Wallace also knew this truth, but being hungry was also very uncomfortable. In addition, he felt that he and his group of brothers were free men and would not stay in one place for a long time, so he did not need to be too afraid of revenge from the local parliamentarians.

So, Wallace was the first to rush in, taking his free men with him to eat and take away everything, and then the other townspeople followed suit. The first person to eat crabs always has to pay the price.

Soon after the congressman returned with his men, a portrait of a man who bore a resemblance to Wallace and his name "Wallace" were posted on the wanted list in West Birchwood Town and several nearby towns.

Wallace knew about this, but he didn't care. He felt that this was the price of being a free man.

Besides, he also worked hard to feed the townspeople, who would not betray him. If there was a traitor, he would be excluded by the townspeople and even drowned in a cesspool at night.

Things happened just as Wallace had expected. He led his free brothers to live a normal life, wandering around, doing their small business, and no one reported him.

I don’t know if the tax collector newly appointed by the council member of Xihuamu Town who came in early in the morning carrying timber and always called him “master” was the damn grain thief Wallace.

Well, the person you want to arrest is Wallace, and my name is Wallace Tu, so what does that have to do with me?

If nothing unexpected happened, Wallace could continue to live a carefree life... However, an accident really happened.

Hua Laitu was arrested in Donghuamu Town.

"Hey, kid, how long can you hold on?"

A hoarse voice sounded in his ear.

Wallace turned his head with difficulty and saw a soldier standing beside him, holding a wooden stick in his hand and a gloating expression on his face.

The wrought iron plate armor on the soldiers gleamed in the sun, but Wallace could only hang limply on the wooden rack like a dried fish.

"What do you want?"

Wallace's voice was hoarse and weak, but he still managed to squeeze out these words.

Even after being exposed to the sun for a whole day, Hua Laitu still couldn't figure out why he was arrested.

"Of course you refused the conscription order from Master Major Marlowe, Wallace of East Birchwood..."

The soldier sneered, "You refused the master's order, and this is your fate. If you had been obedient, you might have been able to save your life on the battlefield."

"what!?"

Wallace was stunned. He thought he was arrested for distributing food from the granary. What was this conscription order?
"I'm Hualai Tu, but I'm from West Birchwood Town, not East Birchwood Town."

"Then what are you doing in East Birchwood Town?"

"I am a peddler, I..."

"Come on, stop wasting your breath and just bear with it. I'll let you go when you're willing to accept the conscription order."

"I accept."

Wallace stretched his neck helplessly and spoke to the soldiers.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then he showed an expression that said "I knew you couldn't stand it" and burst into laughter.

"Haha, I knew that a spineless person like you would be unable to bear it sooner or later!"

Wallace ignored the soldiers' ridicule.

"Put me down."

His voice was almost inaudible, but the soldier heard it all the same.

The soldier smiled sarcastically and stepped forward to untie the ropes on Wallace.

The moment the ropes were loosened, Wallace's body almost lost its support. He staggered to the ground, his legs numb from being bound for so long that they could barely support his body. He barely stood steady, leaning against the wooden frame, gasping for breath.

"You'd better not regret it."

The soldier poked Wallace's shoulder lightly with a stick, a hint of warning in his tone.

"Major Marlowe's army is no joke. If you want to escape, it won't be easy."

Wallace didn't answer. He tried to stand up, then staggered and fell, with the soldier just in the direction he fell.

The soldier subconsciously supported him, and the next second, his mouth opened wide with a distorted expression. The former looked down and saw that Wallace's hand was holding a dagger, and the dagger was embedded in the former's unprotected waist.

Where did the dagger come from?
Wallace pulled it out from the soldier's waist.

The blow to the kidney was so painful that the soldier couldn't even scream or squat down.

Wallace, who was originally too weak to stand up, suddenly opened his eyes wide, straightened his back, and put his mouth next to the soldier's ear.

"I am Wallace, a freeman. I will never submit to tyranny. I would rather die than be free..."

(End of this chapter)