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"Your citizen soldiers are shouting that the city is full of Oranites," Balotelli asked.

"It's a good thing they didn't shout that 10 million Oran troops were coming to kill us," Giovanni said, panting slightly. "We were ambushed by the Oran troops. There was no movement at the city gates and walls. The Oran troops must have ambushed in the city early. However, it's too late to figure it out now. Let's get out of the city first."

"Okay..." Balotelli also agreed hurriedly.

"It collapsed so quickly that even the griffins were not used..." Charlotte couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the one-sided battle situation around her.

"Sir, we failed to capture the enemy commander." Hermann Green, covered in the blood of the enemy, came to Charlotte to apologize.

"It doesn't matter," Charlotte said with a smile, "The Bataan Army has been badly damaged in this battle. Even if the enemy general escapes, it can still be called a great victory."

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Volume 123: Chapter 111 Chapter Battle of Northern Sokya (VII)

Giovanni and Balotelli fled from Dorrucocha in a panic, with only a hundred or so citizen soldiers left with them.

The fighting in the city ended before dawn, but the two men did not dare to go back.

At dawn the next day, Giovanni and Balotelli saw blue and purple flags of the Viscount of Lanwan erected on the city towers and walls.

"The Oran people are too cunning. General, let's go back to Bataan first," the adjutant advised.

"Nonsense, Elder Alvaro from Carmela is about to arrive, how can I go back now?" Giovanni shouted angrily.

Balotelli actually wanted to persuade Giovanni to return to Bataan first, but he also understood Giovanni's thoughts. The army was defeated so badly, and if they returned to Bataan in such a miserable state, Giovanni's future would be completely ruined. He might even be expelled from the city-state by the angry citizens' assembly, and his life might be in danger. It would be better to take the remaining soldiers to join the Carmela Army, join Alvaro, and win a victory. Then, after the war, he could at least have an explanation in face when he returned to Bataan.

So Balotelli didn't say anything.

Giovanni and Balotelli were outside the city of Dorucocha, searching for the remnants of the defeated soldiers who had escaped from the city. At first, they were trembling with fear, fearing that the Orlan Knights in the city would suddenly rush out of the city, but their team grew larger and larger, and the defenders in the city still had no intention of paying any attention to them.

After a day, Giovanni actually collected more than 3,000 remnants of the army. This "result" almost made Giovanni cry with joy.

Although he had three thousand soldiers, Giovanni still only dared to camp far away from Dorrucocha, close to the coast, ready to board the ship and escape at any time.

After fighting for so many years, Giovanni still had some military knowledge. He knew that war was more about morale. The 3,000 soldiers under his command had lost all their morale. Even if the knights in the city rushed out randomly, these 3,000 soldiers might be dispersed immediately.

If Giovanni had not wanted to save face, he would have ordered the entire army to board the ship and drift on the sea.

More than 3,000 people endured a difficult night at the seaside in the sea breeze and drizzle, and almost no one could fall asleep. When the next morning came, a few sails appeared on the gray sea again, and everyone almost cheered.

That was from Carmela's fleet.

Alvaro, wearing gorgeous golden armor, a helmet with a red tassel and a red cloak, led his troops ashore. He was surprised at the state of the Bataan army at first sight.

The Bataan Army in front of them not only had a sharp decrease in number, but was also in extremely poor condition. The eyes of the citizen soldiers were all bloodshot and their faces were haggard. Several citizen soldiers could not even put together a set of armor when standing together. Many citizen soldiers did not even have a spear in their hands, but could only hold a wooden stick.

"What's going on with you?" Alvaro asked in surprise.

"We were ambushed by the Oran people..." Giovanni awkwardly recounted what happened to them the night before.

As expected, Alvaro showed a look of contempt: "Sure enough, I said long ago that the Bataan people don't know how to fight!"

Alvaro did not lower his voice at all when he spoke. The Carmela soldiers behind him burst into laughter. The Bataan militiamen were ashamed and annoyed, but they had just suffered a humiliating defeat and could not refute at all. They could only bow their heads and endure the ridicule of the Carmela people.

"Let's go." Alvaro waved his hand and ordered.

"Ah, Elder Alvaro..." Giovanni asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"Where we're going, of course, is to attack the city," Alvaro replied.

"The defenders in the city are very elite. You and your citizen soldiers have come from afar. Shouldn't you rest up first before attacking the city?" Balotelli suggested.

Alvaro retorted without hesitation: "The fact that so many of you were able to escape after such a successful night attack proves that the enemy does not have many troops. It is best for us to attack the city immediately."

After that, Alvaro led the Camera Army towards the city of Dorrucocha.

Giovanni was forced to follow with the Bataan Citizens. The Carmela Citizens had more than 2,000 soldiers this time, and the two armies combined, with a total force of 6,000.

Although he said that there must not be many defenders in Dorrucocha, Alvaro still made sufficient preparations before attacking the city. He set up the scorpion crossbow at the first time to prevent the griffin knights from raiding the army. He also spent most of the day building siege equipment. Before climbing the city, he used crossbows to bombard the top of the city.

"General Draghi, do you, the Bataan citizen militia, want to act as the first to climb the ladder and save your face?" Alvaro asked Giovanni.

"This..." Giovanni looked away in embarrassment. Given the current morale of the Bataan soldiers, if they were forced to climb the city wall, the army would probably collapse directly.

The contempt on Alvaro's face became even stronger, and he shouted, "Warriors of Carmela, show our allies how to fight a war!"

"Roar!"

"Teach the Oranites a lesson!"

"Roar!"

More than two thousand Carmela citizen soldiers shouted in unison.

The first wave of Carmelite citizen soldiers, holding shields in one hand and ladders in the other, roared and rushed towards the walls of Dorucocha. They were agile, high-spirited, and fearless of life and death, like ferocious beasts.

however……

Five hundred meters.

Four hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters...

There was no movement in Dorukocha City.

The flag of Viscount Lanwan's territory was still fluttering in the wind, and the shadowy figures of the defenders could still be seen on the city wall.

However, there are no horns, no drums, no bows and arrows, no stones...

The Carmela citizen soldiers easily set up the ladders on the city wall.

Giovanni, Balotelli and the Bataan citizen militia were stunned.

Then, the Carmela citizen soldiers began to climb the city wall, step by step. The enemy still did not fight back, and the citizen soldiers successfully climbed to the top of the city wall.

Alvaro also frowned, full of doubts.

Not long after, a flag of Viscount Lanwan and an "Orlan defender" were thrown off the city wall...

"Elder! There are no defenders in the city. There are only these flags and straw men on the city walls! The west and south gates are blocked by huge rocks, while the east and north gates are open."

A citizen soldier who successfully "broke into" the city came trotting back to report.

Looking at the straw man in front of him wearing clothes and a helmet, Alvaro couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. How serious and cautious he was before attacking the city, how strong the feeling of shame of being teased was now.

"Pfft..."

There was a snicker from the Bataan ranks.

Alvaro glared at them, but he didn't find anyone laughing, so he took out his anger on Giovanni: "General Draghi, the enemy blocked you for a whole day and night with just a few broken flags and some straw men!"

Giovanni's face was red. After the night attack last night, he and his soldiers were worried day and night that the Oran people would come out to attack them. How could they dare to approach the walls of Dorrucocha for reconnaissance?

"Enter the city!" Alvaro ordered.

"Eh?" Giovanni quickly advised, "Elder Alvaro, if the enemy has an ambush..."

"What a bullshit ambush!" Alvaro spat. "Don't you understand? The enemy has already retreated, leaving only a small rear guard force to hold you back. As a result, you Bataan people were not only held back for two days and two nights, but were also severely defeated by the enemy's small force. Now the enemy's rear guard force has also retreated! Even a little girl can fool you, you are really stupid!"

Giovanni wanted to say that he also thought the enemy had retreated the day before yesterday.

But Alvaro didn't give him a chance to speak. After he finished scolding him, he led his troops into the city.

The city of Torrucocha became even more dilapidated. The night battle the night before and Alvaro's crossbow today destroyed many houses in the city, and there were more displaced people on the streets. Alvaro was not the son-in-law of the city-state of Torrucocha, so he was not so polite to the residents of Torrucocha. If anyone dared to stand in front of the Camera army on the street, Alvaro would allow the soldiers to use force to drive them away, or even kill them directly.

The free people and slaves huddled in the streets and alleys watched the waves of soldiers come and go, and leave and come again. There was no longer much fear and panic in their eyes, but more of indifference and numbness.

Alvaro learned some lessons from Giovanni, and after arranging the city defense sentries, he divided the army into two parts and stationed them in two camps. In this way, even if one camp was attacked, the other camp would have time to prepare for defense.

"General, where are we stationed?" the adjutant asked Giovanni.

Giovanni observed the layout of the Carmela garrison, then pointed to the location of a market town and said, "Clear that place, drive away all the free people and slaves, and we will station there."

One of Alvaro's camps was near the north gate, and the other was near the west gate. Giovanni chose a position just behind these two camps. There were two Carmela camps in front of him, and the north and west walls behind him, so Giovanni felt very safe.

Having just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe in Dorucocha not long ago, the Bataan citizen soldiers were very reluctant to return to Dorucocha to spend the night. No one could fall asleep after nightfall. The citizen soldiers were on edge, always on guard against possible night raids. Not only ordinary citizen soldiers couldn't sleep, but even Giovanni couldn't sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear the rustling noise outside the door.

But the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

In the early morning, when the sky was darkest, a scream rang out in the Bataan Citizen Militia camp.

"Damn it! Can't you be more clean with your movements?" Ryan Nasazzi scolded in a low voice.

"Sorry, he, he just moved..." Costa Scamario, who failed to kill the sentry with one sword, whispered in defense.

"Follow me in!"

Ryan Nasazzi was too lazy to listen to Costa's explanation. The sentry's shout must have alarmed the other sentries. He no longer concealed his tracks and rushed into Bataan's camp shouting, with dark shadows following behind him.

However, contrary to Ryan Nasazzi's expectations, the resistance he had expected did not appear at all. The Bataan Army collapsed on its own before the Orlan Knights of the second night attack officially engaged the Bataan Citizen Militia.

The Bataan militiamen who had been awake all night seemed to be waiting for this moment. The sentry's scream was like a spark, directly igniting the emotional powder keg of the Bataan militiamen.

At this moment, the Bataan military camp exploded again.

Giovanni, who was dragged away by the chaotic army, was in tears. He had already tried his best to be a coward, why was he still so unlucky? Of the three camps, why did the Oran people choose this most remote camp to attack?

In fact, this was not Giovanni's bad luck, but Charlotte deliberately chose the Bataan citizen militia who were already frightened.

Ryan Nasazzi cooperated with another team of Orlan Knights led by Ed Adkins who sneaked into the Bataan military camp from another direction and drove the Bataan fleeing soldiers towards Carmela's camp.

"what happened?"

Hearing the noise, Alvaro immediately put on his gorgeous armor and hurried out of his bedroom.

"Elder, something happened with the Bataan people!" the adjutant hurried over and said.

"These Bataan people..." Alvaro wanted to curse the incompetent Bataan people again, but before he could open his mouth, he was picked up by the guards.

"Elder, run! The Bataan are coming in!"

"The Bataan people are rushing in?"

Alvaro was confused and couldn't understand this sentence for a moment. Although he didn't like the Bataan people and the Bataan people didn't like him, weren't the two sides allies?

However, this is the fact.

Driven by the Orlan Knights, the fleeing soldiers of Bataan rushed into the camp of the Carmela Army. The Carmela Army wanted to stop them, but their troops were not as many as those of Bataan, and they were divided into two camps. They were caught off guard and could not stop so many fleeing soldiers.

Several people were stabbed by the spears of the Camera Army, and the Bataan citizen militia, who were only thinking about escaping, even wielded swords against their allies.

The two camps carefully arranged by Alvaro were quickly submerged by the tide of Bataan's fleeing soldiers.

Tonight, with the help of Charlotte, the Bataan people finally ended their shameful history of not defeating the Carmela people on the battlefield for hundreds of years.

Ed Adkins was the first to chase the Bataan people into the Carmela camp. Under the light of the fire, he saw at a glance a small group of citizen soldiers who were still maintaining order and were protecting someone from withdrawing from the battlefield. Ed Adkins knew without thinking that it must be a commander or something like that.

So he pointed in the direction of Alvaro and shouted: "Catch the man in the red cloak!"

When Celine heard the order, she immediately chased after him.

Two of Alvaro's guards blocked Celine.

"Oranian?" Alvaro could understand Oranese, and he quickly took off his red cloak.

Because she needed to hide, Celine did not bring her two-handed sword, but used a short sword of the city-state people. No matter how she used it, she felt uncomfortable and was entangled by two guards for a while.

Seeing that Alvaro was about to escape, Celine shouted, "Catch the one wearing the red tassel!"

Alvaro hastily threw away his helmet with a red tassel.

"Catch the one in golden armor!"

Someone shouted in Oran again behind me.

Alvaro took off his armor and threw it away as he ran.

At this time, Alvaro no longer had any guards around him, but the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer.

In desperation, Alvaro gritted his teeth and lay down in the smelly mud beside the road, pretending to be a corpse.

Costa, who finally caught up, originally wanted to capture a high-ranking official to make up for his mistake in assassinating the sentry, but in the blink of an eye, he found that the high-ranking official had disappeared. He smashed the sword in his hand on the ground in frustration: "Damn it!"

The sharp tip of the sword directly cut off Alvaro's little finger. Alvaro was in so much pain that he swallowed several mouthfuls of muddy water mixed with livestock feces and human blood from many days ago, but he dared not make a sound.

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PS2: Thank you for the correction from Yukinoshita Saki, the previous article has been modified.