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Chapter 155: Death of the General
"Our army is defeated, our army is defeated!!!"

"The general has escaped. He has already escaped. Let's run too..."

At the foot of Mount Bolas, Dalek, riding on a white horse, had a sullen face, veins bulged on the back of his hands as he gripped the reins, and the horse's iron hooves dug sparks on the gravel road.

In front of him, the fleeing soldiers flooded over the hillside like a tide, fleeing down in a panic.

I lost the bet, and the army's morale couldn't hold up until the last moment... No, I won't admit defeat. It's not the last moment yet, and the battle can still be saved!

"Array up!"

Dalek rode forward, his thunderous roar causing the nearest deserters to stumble and fall. A blood-stained battle flag was raised beside the saddle, its surface still stained with smoke and blood plasma. Twenty guards stood with their spears crossed in tacit coordination, building a steel dam at the narrowest part of the winding mountain road.

The first deserter who collided with the halberd tip was thrown flying, his body dangling on a three-meter-high cypress tree. Dalek rode his horse into a pool of blood, the tip of his sword pressed against a soldier's throat.

"Turn around, or die facing backwards forever."

The plate-armored guards following Dalek wielded their halberds and slashed at the deserters without mercy.

After executing several deserters in succession, the collapsing situation was successfully slowed down. The defeated soldiers who were blocked on the mountain road looked at each other in hesitation, and a few honest people actually turned back.

But as the sound of artillery fire rang out one after another on the mountain, lead bullets fell like raindrops, knocking down dozens of soldiers. Screams and wails echoed in the valley, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

The deserters went crazy again. They pushed and crowded desperately, even waving their weapons at the guards who tried to stop them, trying every means to escape from this hellish battlefield.

"General, if this continues, we will be overwhelmed by the chaotic soldiers!"

A lieutenant-captain of the SS shouted anxiously, his voice almost drowned out by the noise of gunfire and chaos.

Dalek's expression grew increasingly gloomy. He clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger and helplessness.

Lieutenant General Dalek knew that once the Royal Guards' defense line was breached, the morale of the entire army would completely collapse, defeat would be inevitable, and he had to make a decision.

"Pass the word, brothers on the mountain, hold on! We can't retreat, we can't retreat!"

Dalek roared loudly, his voice full of determination and resoluteness. He suddenly kicked the horse's belly, and the white horse neighed and rushed forward. He brandished his sword, and the blade flashed coldly in the night, passing over the heads of the deserters like a flash of lightning.

He would lead the charge, act as the vanguard, and once again attack the Bolas Fortress.

"Brothers, for the glory and for the Republic, we cannot retreat! We cannot let the enemy see our backs!"

Dalek's voice echoed across the battlefield. The soldiers of the Royal Guard were infected by his momentum. They raised their weapons and shouted loudly.

"For glory!"

"For the Republic!"

"For your paralysis..."

Suddenly, a fleeing soldier screamed in despair, raising his spear and slashing at the oncoming Dalek Lieutenant General. "I'm fighting on an empty stomach, damn your honor and your Republic!"

The attack came quickly and fiercely. Dalek, who was immersed in the moving emotions of honor and self-sacrifice, did not expect that there would be soldiers who dared to rebel. In a hurry, he could only raise his sword and barely block the attack of the fleeing soldier.

"How dare you betray the Republic!"

The captain of the guards caught up in time, chopped the fleeing soldier to the ground with his halberd, stepped on his body, and then turned the halberd over to execute him bloodily.

At this time, Dalek also reined in his horse and moved forward in time, loudly comforting the angry soldiers.

"That's enough, brothers. I know you're tired and hungry, but you can't do this..."

However, once there is one, there will be two. When the first rebel appeared, more tired and hungry soldiers immediately found a way to vent their anger. They no longer listened to Dalek's nonsense, and raised their weapons in silence, attacking the arrogant general and his guards.

No one is a fool. The soldiers know better than anyone who forced them to march here early in the morning, and then did not give them even a bite to eat, and forced them to attack the city and die like crazy.

The murderous captain of the guards was the first to die. Five spears were stabbed at him. The former's plate armor was very sophisticated, but the attackers were also very experienced. The spears stabbed in areas where there were gaps in the armor, such as the armpits, neck, and thighs.

Two fists were no match for four hands, and soon the captain of the guards was pierced through the neck by a spear, and fell backward with the spear shaft.

The high-ranking Lieutenant General Dalek realized that the situation was getting out of control, and he tried to rein in his horse and turn around to escape from the angry crowd.

However, because of his pretentious heroic speech, he had gone too deep into the fleeing soldiers, so that even though his guards tried their best to rescue him, they were unable to get Dalek out of the fleeing soldiers. They could only watch as the lieutenant general was stabbed off his horse by a spear.

The general was wearing the best plate armor, and the impact of falling off his horse did not hurt Dalek, but then someone sat astride him, grabbed the general's helmet's pointed visor with one hand, and stabbed it with a dagger in the other hand.

Lieutenant General Dalek died.

The guards were stunned. They couldn't believe that their general had died at the hands of a fleeing soldier. But soon, confusion and anger flashed in their eyes.

"Kill him!" A guard soldier roared and rushed towards the fleeing soldier waving his weapon.

However, he was the only one who was so brave, as more of his guards turned around and fled before the other defeated soldiers could surround them.

"He's dead, and we're free!"

A fleeing soldier shouted, and other soldiers responded one after another. They no longer cared about the revenge of the last guard, and rushed down the mountain and disappeared into the night.

The loyal man failed to achieve his goal in the end, because more defeated soldiers ran down at this time, and the person who killed the general took the opportunity to blend into the crowd and escape.

Even he himself was knocked to the ground by the crowd in the dark because he was walking against the flow. He was trampled to death by dozens of feet.

All of a sudden, the collapse of the Republic's Third Infantry Regiment could no longer be stopped. Not only were those on the mountain running, but those below the mountain also became like headless flies, running around everywhere. The mountains were full of people, making the players realize that what they needed most now was not weapons, but ropes and rice porridge.

The former can tie up prisoners, while the latter can make them run over obediently and allow the player to capture them as long as they are given food.

(End of this chapter)