Chapter 352: Covering the Retreat of the Mercenary Cavalry

Chapter 352: Covering the Retreat of the Mercenary Cavalry

Last time we talked about the alchemist coming to pass the order, asking the mercenaries to retreat into the castle to rest.

Jean Toc nodded slightly and responded, "Okay, Master, go back without worry. I will pass on the news to them right away."

Hearing Jean Tocque's straightforward answer, the alchemist finally breathed a sigh of relief, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he continued, "Great! These mercenaries are valuable forces, and we absolutely cannot waste them here. I'll leave everything to you..."

However, Jean Tocque frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "In fact, the current battle situation is not irreversible. They can still hold on for a while, and the situation is not bad. But since the head of the family has ordered to retreat, we can only obey his orders!"

After that, he took a deep breath, then raised his voice and shouted: "Attention all buglers! Now follow my orders, blow the retreat horn immediately, and let the mercenary brothers fighting outside quickly retreat to the oak forest in the north. At the same time, all scouts must provide cover to ensure that every mercenary can withdraw safely!"

"Yes! Supervisor!" Everyone answered in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.

Then, the melodious and urgent sound of the retreat horn resounded throughout the battlefield, like a ray of hope, guiding the exhausted mercenaries to retreat towards the castle.

When the mercenaries heard the order to retreat, they were already blood-thirsty, and the anger in their hearts was like a raging flame that was difficult to quell.

Their eyes were bloodshot and the flames of hatred were leaping in them, as if they wanted to burn all enemies to ashes.

Some mercenaries had just witnessed their close comrades falling in a pool of blood. The tragic scene was deeply engraved in their minds, and the hatred in their hearts was like a volcano about to erupt, and they had to take revenge immediately.

However, military orders are as strong as mountains, and they are well aware of this iron discipline. Although the anger in their hearts is like a surging and uncontrollable wave, they also understand that they must obey orders at this moment.

A trace of struggling rationality, vaguely visible in the anger, told them that they could talk about their anger later and should withdraw first.

The commander's hoarse shouting echoed in the deafening, noisy and chaotic battlefield: "Brothers, listen up! Break out to the north! The light cavalry will hold off the main force of the enemy in the west, and the heavy cavalry will lead the heavy infantry to break out to the north."

The mercenaries gritted their teeth, suppressed the anger and grief that was about to burst out of their hearts, and acted as quickly as possible.

The originally tight and orderly battle formation was quickly reversed in an instant. The light cavalry took up the vacant positions of the heavy cavalry without hesitation, their faces full of determination and resoluteness.

Normally, those light cavalrymen, who were as light as swallows and agile, always relied on their flexibility to move freely on the battlefield. However, at this moment, it was not easy for them to stand at the forefront to resist the enemy's heavy cavalry troops who were wearing heavy armor and coming in full force.

But even so, these brave and fearless warriors stepped forward without hesitation and resolutely endured the overwhelming and fierce attack of the heavy cavalry.

All kinds of weapons in their hands were seen flying up and down, whirring, as if turning into fierce whirlwinds. Their pairs of extremely determined eyes were fixed on the surging enemies in front of them, and they rushed forward fearlessly towards the terrifying momentum.

In just a blink of an eye, more than thirty light cavalrymen unfortunately fell, but their subsequent comrades showed no intention of retreating and quickly took over to fill the vacancies.

At this time, the scouts who had been lurking in the woods suddenly rushed out, trying their best to provide cover for the light cavalry and concentrating their firepower to continuously shoot at the enemy's heavy cavalry. After a hard fight, they finally managed to stabilize the current situation.

On the chaotic battlefield, Jean Tocque wandered like a ghost looking for an opportunity to fight.

Suddenly, he spotted an enemy priest showing his head, and without hesitation, he drew his bow and arrow, and with a whoosh, the arrow flew through the air and hit the target accurately. Then, he turned his attention to another enemy general and shot three armor-piercing spikes in succession.

This time, the goddess of luck seemed to be particularly kind to this Jean Toque, and one of the specially made armor-piercing spikes magically penetrated the gap in the enemy's armor and pierced deeply into his body. The enemy general immediately spurted blood from his mouth, screamed, and fell off his horse, dying on the spot.

This time, the light cavalry finally managed to stabilize the situation, fighting and retreating, following the main force to keep the camp together...

The main force of the heavy cavalry was like an extremely angry beast, charging towards the north with the momentum of destroying the world. The long spears and swords in their hands flashed with cold light, and every swing brought endless power.

The sound of the fighting spirit being released was like rolling thunder, raising a cloud of dust that covered the sky and blocked out the sun, as if it was going to crush the entire world to pieces.

Each heavy cavalryman burst out with astonishing strength. Their armor flashed with cold light under the sunlight, as if they were gods of war descending to earth.

In the difficult process of breaking through, mercenaries were injured and fell off their horses from time to time. Some were pierced in the shoulder by the enemy's spears, and some were scratched in the thigh by sharp swords, but their companions did not hesitate to lend a hand, quickly pulled them up, and continued to move forward bravely. Some mercenaries' horses unfortunately fell, and they followed the team on foot without hesitation, refusing to fall behind, even if the ground under their feet was already stained red with blood.

The forest in the north was right before their eyes, and that was their hope for survival. But the enemy was still trying desperately to stop them, trying to completely block their way out.

The heavy cavalry launched a final desperate charge, their roars seemed to break through the clouds and shake the world. The spears pierced through the enemy's body as fast as lightning, and blood spurted in the air like a fountain, dyeing the land red.

Finally, with the mercenaries' tenacious fight and risking their lives, they successfully opened a narrow but hopeful gap.

Like a raging torrent, they bravely broke through the northern forest, leaving behind a messy battlefield with corpses strewn all over the ground and the enemy's angry and helpless roar.

But they know that this is only a temporary respite, and the road ahead is still full of unknowns and challenges.

On a dangerous battlefield, three brave and fearless scouts are facing a life-and-death test. Under the threat of enemy sharpshooters, they do not flinch from carrying out a difficult mission - saving two seriously injured comrades.

The injuries of these two injured soldiers are serious. If they are not treated and transferred in time, their lives may be in danger.

The enemy kept following them, trying to stop the scouts' actions. However, these brave soldiers were not defeated by fear. They cooperated with each other, skillfully avoided the enemy's attacks, and moved closer to the safe area step by step.

At this moment, Jean Toc appeared. He attracted the enemy's attention by himself and provided valuable cover for the scouts with fierce firepower. With the support of Jean Toc, the scouts finally succeeded in rescuing the two wounded and sick to a safe area and began to rush quickly towards the oak forest.

"Haha, welcome to the church armed forces to enter this forest and fight me to the death. Do you dare to come?" Jean Tocque stood there and shouted loudly. He deliberately acted very arrogant, hoping to scare the pursuers and make them retreat.

As expected, although the church armed forces were unwilling to give up, they did not dare to pursue rashly because they had failed to stop the mercenary cavalry before. They could only watch the scouts disappear in the oak forest, their hearts filled with anger and helplessness.

Night gradually fell, and the sky was full of twinkling stars. Due to the dim light, the vision was greatly limited, and both sides realized that it was not appropriate to continue fighting at this time.

Therefore, the scouts decisively decided to give up shooting arrows again to anger the enemy, and chose to temporarily cease fire and wait until dawn tomorrow to resume the battle.