My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

After returning to the barracks, Martin immediately gathered all his soldiers. He stood on the martial arts stage, looked at the soldiers below, and told them about his experiences during this period.

"I don't know what you will think next, but these days, I have treated you as my brothers and sisters. I respect everything you do. It's up to you whether you follow me and rescue our suffering comrades, or just stand by and watch, or go and inform on others."

Martin is gambling.

Even if he could break into the original military camp by himself, it would be very difficult to rescue everyone who had been tortured for a long time, exhausted or even dying.

But if the soldiers who have been with me day and night these days are willing to help me, then I will obviously feel a lot more relaxed.

But all the soldiers present were ordinary people. In their hearts, betrayal was a bad thing, so they were very resistant to it.

But sometimes, the power of one person is enough to make a group of people "impulsive".

At this time, a sergeant among the soldiers took the lead and shouted loudly: "The commander treats us well on weekdays, we have seen it all. What happened today is definitely not the commander's fault. Let's fight the commander!"

Once one person said it, a group effect ensued, and many people followed suit and shouted.

"We did it with the commander!"

"Okay! Then let's start rescuing our comrades now!"

Having said this, Martin quickly formulated a rescue plan and then set off with his soldiers.

An action force of 5,000 people would naturally easily attract attention, and it was not realistic to send out all of them. Martin only led 500 people for this operation, and the rest stayed on standby in the barracks. According to Martin's idea, they would need to hold on in the barracks for a while, so the remaining soldiers were reinforcing the fortifications.

However, the collective action of 500 people was also noticed by many people. Fortunately, Martin was not the leader in this action, but mixed in the crowd. Therefore, no one recognized Martin and did not become suspicious.

Arriving outside the military camp where the peasant army was imprisoned, Martin ordered his troops to quickly take over the armed forces guarding the perimeter.

There were only a little over a hundred guards outside. A force of this size would certainly not be able to resist when facing five hundred well-trained soldiers. Their weapons were confiscated obediently, and there was not even anyone to tip off.

Martin led his men into the tent. At this moment, the tent had been transformed into a prison. Inside the prison, several interrogators were torturing a soldier. When they saw Martin and others coming in, the interrogators looked at them in confusion.

"No, who are you? Did we let you in?"

Before he could finish his words, he was knocked to the ground by Martin's punch, and then his companions beside him were also subdued one after another.

"I'm here to rescue them." Martin said coldly.

"Rescue them? They are suspected of collaborating with the enemy. If you rescue them, you will be guilty of the same crime. Do you know that?!"

"Of course I know, so now I am not in the same group with you." After saying this, Martin raised his knife and cut off the enemy's head.

Afterwards, the soldiers rescued the imprisoned peasant soldiers in an orderly manner.

"Captain Martin!"

"It's Commander Martin who has come to rescue us!"

"Captain Martin, you are finally here!"

Seeing his former subordinates now looking pale and thin, Martin felt a pang of heartache, but he quickly calmed down because there were still many things waiting for him to deal with.

"Everyone, I don't know what you have been through these days, but I was unable to save you, it's my fault."

"But after this period of time, I have finally seen clearly that the people above us are not worthy of being our commanders. They don't treat us as human beings at all, but simply as a statistical tool!"

"So, I have decided that from now on, we will rise up and stop fighting with this group of people. We will protect our homeland in our own way. These people are just termites attached to our homeland and are not worthy of being with us!"

After finishing this series of speeches, Martin ordered his soldiers to take the wounded peasant army back to the camp where fortifications were being built.

When they returned to the military camp, even Garibaldi, who was slow to react, discovered that something was wrong.

The officer I sent today to replace Martin has not yet taken office.

Why did the team act on its own?

After inquiring about the direction of the army's movement, Garibaldi realized that something was wrong, and he quickly withdrew his troops to defend. However, by then, Martin had already led his troops back to the camp, and the soldiers on the periphery did not dare to attack the temporary defense line.

Moreover, after all, this army was also his former companions. Everyone spoke the same dialect and hoped that this was just a misunderstanding between them.

But this is not a misunderstanding.

Garibaldi came to the outside of the military camp and called Martin's name inside.

"Is Sergeant Martin here? Please come out. We still have something to talk about."

When Martin heard this, he stood at the gate of the barracks and looked at Garibaldi with a cold gaze, with no intention of negotiating at all.

"Sergeant Martin, listen to me, this is all a misunderstanding, and you should quickly have your troops lay down their weapons."

"And then you continued to capture and torture me, right?" Martin said.

Hearing this, Garibaldi's face darkened.

"Martin, I'm not negotiating with you. I'm asking you to take advantage of the opportunity I gave you because you're a noble."

"I'm sorry, but I won't listen to anything you say. After all, you never treat the soldiers as human beings."

As Martin said this, he began to persuade the Naples soldiers around him.

"Soldiers, did you know that your general held a banquet in his military tent on a cold winter night when you were suffering and freezing, and he ate delicious food and drinks specially provided by the rear? If these personal enjoyments of his were exchanged for your supplies, each of you would have an extra piece of clothing to keep warm and an extra piece of meat in every meal!"

When the soldiers around heard Martin's words, they looked at each other in confusion, and there was a hint of strangeness in their eyes when they looked at Garibaldi.

It was like asking Garibaldi if what Martin said was true.

"Bastard! How dare you! You're talking nonsense!" Garibaldi said this, and his gaze towards Martin changed.

"In short, there's no way to have a good talk, right?! Fine, then just wait for death! Traitor, you collaborator with the enemy!" Garibaldi said this and gave the order to attack.

After Garibaldi gave the death order, the two sides finally put aside their former dignity as companions and started a large-scale melee. In the melee, the sound of blood splattering between them was endless.

Garibaldi looked at the defense line built by the enemy and hoped that the battle would end soon. There were 30,000 people on his side and they should be able to defeat them quickly, so that what he imagined would not happen.

On the other side, in the Antican coalition camp, Litt was sitting by the fire.

Not far from her, Virgil sat at the table, looking at the battle reports of the past few days.

"Master Li Te, why have we stopped these days? The Duke and the Empire are urging us to move forward. The main force will soon catch up with the vanguard. If we fight like this, I'm afraid the outcome won't be very good."

"We have captured a lot of positions and everyone is tired. It's a good time to take a break these days." Litt said this, not paying attention to the urging from behind.

Compared with the desire for victory, she believes that a qualified commander should allow his soldiers to relax and work in moderation, so as to maximize the power of human beings.

"Besides, what if something happens on the other side during this period of time?"

"Master Leete, are you still thinking about that officer?"

"Well, his ability is not bad. He should have been able to get along well in the Naples Army, but he only got the title of commander of a cannon fodder unit. Obviously, he either offended someone or he didn't get along with these people."

"Whatever the reason, he can be a breakthrough, right?"

"But there has been no news for so many days. What if he has been arrested, or has no intention of helping us at all?"

"No, don't worry, Brother Virgil, I'm very good at judging people."

"Okay." Virgil nodded.

Just at this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.

"Report! There is a troop coming from Naples, claiming to have what you need, Commander Litt."

Virgil and Lit smiled at each other after hearing this.

"Look, I told you, I'm very good at judging people."

Then, Lit looked at the messenger.

"Thank you very much. Give orders to all the troops immediately and tell them to hurry up. We can capture Florence today."

"Eh? Today?"

"Well, thank you for your help." Litt said politely.

……

The battle in the Naples army base camp has lasted for three hours. During these three hours, our army has launched continuous attacks on the enemy from four directions, but the defense line built by the enemy has hindered our army's attack. At this point, it seems that the enemy can even hold out until tomorrow daytime.

And at this moment, the thing that Garibaldi least wanted to see finally happened.

"General, look at the fire in the distance, what is that?"

Sure enough, at this moment, a fire had been lit in the distance. Judging by the naked eye, the distance between the fire and here would definitely take no more than fifteen minutes.

In other words, if you can't resolve the battle within fifteen minutes, the enemy will be here.

The problem is that his current troops simply cannot resolve the battle within fifteen minutes!

We can only pray that the night will slow down the enemy's march.

But just as he was thinking this, countless balls of light suddenly appeared not far away and flew towards the main battlefield.

"It's over..." Garibaldi muttered to himself after seeing the appearance of these light balls.

These balls of light are the magic of the magician, flares.

As the name suggests, this is magic used to provide lighting for troops fighting at night.

Depending on the magician's own magical powers, an aerial flare can illuminate tens to hundreds of square meters of ground, and the most powerful flare can even illuminate an entire city.

Although the quality of these flares in front of us is not high, they are numerous. After being scattered in the air, the light provided by the flares can last for a full three hours.

Ordinary armies do not need to use flares in night battles. There is only one type of troops that absolutely cannot play its full role at night without flares.

That is the heavy cavalry.

Sure enough, Antica's elite Black Army had reached the periphery at some point, and with the help of the army's magicians, they lit up the entire battlefield.

In the center of the battlefield, Martin shouted excitedly after seeing flares suddenly rising in the sky.

"Reinforcements have arrived! Soldiers, our reinforcements have arrived!"

Hearing Martin's voice, the remaining soldiers also perked up their spirits. In contrast, the Naples army, after hearing the enemy's so-called "reinforcements have arrived", they immediately realized that the enemy was coming.

He was now under attack from both sides, which made the morale of the Naples army, which had already attacked its comrades, even lower. In addition, Martin's verbal offensive had made many soldiers feel disgusted with Garibaldi himself.

"I have been working so hard for only two copper coins. I will do my best to repay the general by firing two arrows at the battle."

Many people had this idea in mind, and when they saw the enemy's heavy cavalry charge, they were so frightened that they immediately began to retreat.

To say they were retreating was still a nice thing to say. Their current disorganized and undisciplined situation could only be considered a rout.

Garibaldi felt a surge of regret as he watched his army suffer a crushing defeat.

If I hadn't promoted Martin in the first place, there wouldn't have been so many disgusting things.

But now, the front line can no longer hold on, and the top priority is to escape.

Thinking of this, Garibaldi shouted loudly: "Adjutant, you are now responsible for holding the front line and covering my retreat!"

However, no one responded to him.

"Adjutant!?" Garibaldi shouted a few more times, and then he suddenly remembered that the adjutant seemed to be responsible for delivering meals to Martin.

Now that Martin has escaped, it means that the adjutant...

In desperation, Garibaldi retreated first with the guards around him. The Naples army, which had lost its supreme commander, was defeated and could not resist the Antican army for long before it was defeated.

At this moment, the adjutant that Garibaldi was thinking about was trembling with his legs, and his teeth were chattering as he looked at Wirtz standing in front of him.

"Um...Mr. Wilts, no...Brother Wilts, Grandpa Wilts, let's talk it out..."

There was no way. Now Wirtz had rested for a while and recovered his strength, still holding the sword in his hand, while the adjutant had his hands tied behind his back on the chair and dared not move.

"Oh, now you realize who's the boss?" said Wilts, laughing.

"Come, take a look at all the scars on my body, big and small. How many of them were caused by you?"

"This... this is not my problem... I was forced

Helpless, the general asked me to do this..."

"You're bringing up your general again, aren't you?" Wirtz said, putting down his sword and punching the adjutant directly in the face.

The skinny adjutant was hit by the punch and fell to the ground with his chair.

"Grandpa Wiltz, please, if beating me will make you feel better, then hit me a few more times, and it would be best if you could vent your anger on me."

The adjutant spoke in an almost pleading tone.

"Oh, you are afraid of death too? I saw you seemed to be very arrogant when you were interrogating me."