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Chapter 216 A Worst Teammate Kills (Part 1)

Riding his horse, only 500 meters from the front line, Dud saw the soldiers at the forefront who had successfully broken through the enemy's line infantry and were advancing deeper into the enemy's position.

However, Dudley was not too happy about this... Looking at the corpses covering the battlefield and the streams of blood that had carved trenches into the ground, his face was extremely grave.

In their attempt to get close to the enemy, at least a thousand soldiers were killed by those damned muskets and cannons, leaving the assault team exhausted by the time they got in.

The greatswords of his leading troops were stained crimson with blood, all left behind by deserters. The headless corpses that had been beheaded were piled up like small mountains behind the battlefield.

Dudley's hand holding the reins trembled slightly. After taking a deep breath, he gave the order to the messenger beside him.

"Order the third formation to move up and take over from the second formation. The fifth formation will continue its advance and open fire at close range..."

"Report, Captain Doro reports: the enemy on the left is closing in on the center!"

Dud was startled. He quickly raised his binoculars and looked to the left. He then saw the enemy moving to the right, with more than a dozen military flags approaching the second infantry phalanx.

What were they trying to do? Were they trying to cut off the retreat of the second infantry phalanx? Or...?

Dud didn't have time to think much. He looked around at the battlefield situation. Of the seven infantry formations he had, two had already collapsed, leaving five. Four of them had already engaged the enemy, and the only unused reserve force was the third formation.

It still has more than 800 people left, making it the most complete fighting force among all the formations.

Should we use them?

Should we continue the assault, or try to halt the enemy's movement?

At that moment, the bugle call of Chris's army's counterattack came from afar. Duds saw that damned golden double-headed eagle flag moving forward, while his own flags were falling one after another.

The leader of the square formation at the very front was still wielding his broken sword and fighting, but he had less than twenty men left around him.

Want to retreat?
Dud was also wavering at this moment. If he retreated now, as long as he left a certain number of troops to cover the rear, he could still leave with at least half of the Minisians, whether from the south or the north.

"Report, General, our rear camp... is on fire! The troops left behind have been routed! The enemy..."

Before Dudley could even finish the messenger's report, without even turning around, he knew it must have been the enemy's classical heavy cavalry who had done it...

This was expected; using some low-combat-capability auxiliary troops to buy time was, in his mind, a very worthwhile deal.

Therefore, Dudley ignored it.

"Cancel my previous order, and issue the order..."

Dodd removed his shiny helmet, revealing his graying sideburns.

"The entire army...the entire army..."

The order was harder to say than he had imagined. Just as Duds was taking a deep breath, a third messenger came galloping in on horseback.

"Report...Sir, the observation post reports that the Republic's reinforcements have arrived. They are three kilometers to the north and are about to enter the battlefield!"

"real!?"

Dodd's eyes widened. He snatched the binoculars from the messenger and peered toward the northern horizon. Sure enough, in the twilight, a well-organized army was advancing rapidly, its white banners fluttering like dancing flames in the setting sun.

"Great!"

Without a second thought, Dudley modified his orders. "Pass on my order: all troops, charge! Attack the target! The double-headed eagle flag in the enemy's ranks!!!"

……

Chris was somewhat surprised by the arrival of the Republic Army.

"How many hours have passed now?"

"Two, Your Highness."

"So, they shortened their journey by an hour by marching?"

"Excluding the possibility that the scouts at the front were wrong, the current situation confirms it, Your Highness."

Chris found the scribe's cold reply, jointly controlled by the player's AI assistant, rather uninteresting. He began to survey his own army formation, trying to estimate what reserves he could use to meet the enemy's reinforcements.

Five thousand enemies may not seem like a large number, but at this moment, they are enough to turn the tide of battle.

However, when Chris raised his binoculars and took another look, he noticed something amiss.

"Hmm...this Republic Army...why is their formation a bit messy...and why is the soldier running at the front only wearing a uniform and not armor?"
Did they abandon their armor and weapons in a hasty march?

……

"Charge! Kill them all!!!"

Lin Ruoyu roared as he ran at the head of the column, fully armored. Ahead of him were the enemy soldiers, dressed in white uniforms and carrying white flags, fleeing in disarray.

Lin Ruoyu was very excited. He had finally succeeded in taking revenge and driving away those enemies who dared to attack him.

After his men were attacked while he was burning the firebreak, Lin Ruoyu felt extremely angry at the enemies of the Republic who dared to take advantage of his vulnerability. Therefore, he kept leading his men around the fire, looking for a suitable opportunity.

Then, after the enemy of five thousand men took action, Lin Ruoyu led his men to chase after them without thinking, keeping a long distance behind.

Lin Ruoyu had no intention of relying on the Extreme Warriors Legion. With less than a thousand men, he could only find an opportunity to deliver a harsh blow to those idiots who surrendered.

As he followed along, when Lin Ruoyu's scouts reported that the enemy had entered a state of rapid march, with the entire army forming a long, single-file line, he knew his opportunity had arrived.

Without hesitation, Lin Ruoyu ordered the entire army to charge. All the mounted infantry or mounted scouts, totaling less than eighty cavalrymen, rushed forward to attack the middle of the enemy's long snake formation, while he led the infantry to chase after them, with the players taking the lead and attacking the enemy's rear.

Lin Ruoyu didn't think too much about it. He just wanted to slice the enemy into pieces, wipe out a portion of them, force them to stop their forced march, and then retreat with his men.

Unexpectedly, the attack went very smoothly. The cavalrymen who rushed in, as well as the Extreme Battle Group and others who followed behind, offered almost no resistance and collapsed at the first touch, fleeing in all directions.

As a result, Lin Ruoyu's original plan of an attack turned into a large-scale manhunt.

Enemies who were caught would drop their weapons and kneel down to beg for mercy, while those who were not caught would continue to flee, so Lin Ruoyu had to leave people behind to collect prisoners of war while chasing them.

As they ran, the number of people who could still keep up with the battle leader was less than five hundred.

At this point, Lin Ruoyu had ordered that prisoners of war no longer be accepted. Instead, after the enemy surrendered, their weapons were taken away, and they were told to move on and find someone to surrender to themselves, or simply leave, as long as they didn't block the way.

(End of this chapter)