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Chapter 1237 - 39 Great Alliance Moves Forward (24)_4

Chapter 1237: Chapter 39 Great Alliance Moves Forward (24)_4

Before he finished speaking, the responder had already leaped at him.

Walei wanted to draw his sword, but it was too late. His hand had just touched the hilt when the opponent’s fist smashed into his face.

Walei saw stars from the punch, screamed as he fell, and felt his throat get clutched while his eye sockets, nose bridge, and cheekbones were pummeled again.

After venting his anger, the responder stood up. He spat, revealing a pair of wolf-like sharp teeth, and laughed fiercely: "Indeed, I’m not here to deliver shells, Provincial Guy!"

But Major Walei couldn’t hear or respond anymore; the major had been beaten unconscious, with only a low groan coming from his throat.

The man with wolf-like sharp teeth—Major Seber Carrington—stood with hands on his hips, kicked the major at his feet, and ordered, "Tie up this Provincial Guy for me. Don’t let him escape."

Two horsemen immediately ran over, tied the major up tightly, placed him on a horse, and rode off.

"Major." A rider in an old junior officer’s uniform, with a freshly shaven head, came over, looked grimly at the captured artillerymen, and asked, "Shall we kill them?"

Seber waved his hand, walked to the artillerymen, and harshly asked, "You are all Paratu People! Why are you helping the United Provincials kill the Paratu People?"

The artillerymen lowered their heads, not daring to speak, nor to meet the fierce eyes in front of them.

"Speak!" Seber shouted again.

Someone muttered under his breath, "It’s wrong to help the United Provincials kill the Paratu People, but it’s okay to help the Paratu People kill the Paratu People?"

Seber was furious: "Who said that?!"

"Officer." The gray-haired old artillery sergeant—Sergeant Sutter—stepped forward, looked up at Seber, and said, "I told them to obey the United Provincial officers’ orders."

"Old man." Seber sneered and asked, "Are you trying to take the blame and act like a hero?"

The old artillery sergeant didn’t defend himself, just looked down and continued, "Their families are all in Maplestone City; they have no other choice."

Seber grunted, ignoring the old man in front of him, strode to the cannon, quickly scanned the battlefield, then returned and asked, "Wanna live or die?"

"Live," the old sergeant replied softly.

"Don’t want to die? Then from now on, you are our artillerymen." Saying that, without waiting for the old artillery sergeant and the artillerymen to respond, Seber walked toward the three usable cannons and loudly ordered, "Aim those three cannons at the impostors with the Sixth Legion banner to the south! Blast those bastards hard!"

The artillerymen hesitantly looked at the old artillery sergeant.

The old artillery sergeant closed his eyes in pain and nodded.

...

Meanwhile, on the battlefield between Mont Blanc County and the Sixth Legion, the situation had reversed.

The Iron Peak County Military had successively defeated a "veteran battalion" and two weak "reserve battalions" from the Sixth Legion that were previously deployed along the riverbank.

The routed soldiers of the Sixth Legion fled in panic towards River Valley Village.

The Iron Peak County Military, in coordination with the remnants of Mont Blanc County, was gradually encircling the two remaining veteran battalions of the Sixth Legion.

"Go find Sanel!" Colonel Nagy grabbed a messenger, shouting into the latter’s ear: "Tell him! Set up defenses at River Valley Village! The rebels are few! We retreat to River Valley Village to regroup! We still have a chance!"

The messenger of the Sixth Legion had just raced out of the formation when a messenger from the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army broke through the line of fire, rushing into Colonel Nagy’s formation.

Since all the officers of the Sixth Legion had already changed into civilian clothes, the messenger took some effort to find them.

The messenger from the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army brought Sanel’s orders, which were completely opposite to Nagy’s: "Colonel Sanel orders you not to retreat! Hold your ground!"

"Hold ground!" Nagy cursed without decorum: "How the hell am I supposed to hold ground?!"

The messenger from the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army instinctively dodged Nagy’s yelling: "The colonel said reinforcements are coming soon!"

Nagy, enraged, retorted: "Reinforcements? What reinforcements!"

As he spoke, reinforcements did arrive.

Along the provincial road, through two intersected mounds, a "grand army" bearing the banner of the New Reclamation Legion emerged.

But what kind of army was that!

No order, no formation, and no command;

A small part had weapons, some had picked up sticks and branches, and the rest were unarmed.

The dense soldiers, like a herd of beasts, blindly followed a single military flag.

About a hundred cavalrymen acted like shepherd dogs, swinging whips, wooden sticks, and scabbards, driving those who lagged behind and mercilessly killing those trying to escape.

Nagy took one look and couldn’t help but curse.

"What reinforcements?! Clearly, Sanel is driving rabbits as cattle here! How the hell are they going to fight?!"

But after cursing, a faint glimmer of hope arose in Nagy’s heart.

"This is indeed the only option!" Nagy mumbled to himself, his eyes red: "The rebels are few! The rebels are few! Even if you can just scatter the rebel formations! Even if...even if you can just wear out one round of their volleys! There’s a chance! There’s a chance! A chance..."

In the formation of Mont Blanc County, Gaisa Adonis was also cursing fiercely.

If Nagy’s heart held a flicker of hope, then Colonel Gaisa’s last flame of hope had been extinguished.

So he used the most venomous curses to damn Sanel, damn Chloe, damn the bastard commanding the Sixth Legion, and couldn’t help but curse Colonel Bod and Winters Montagne.

Of course, Gaisa knew that the "reinforcements" Sanel was pushing over were nothing but a disorganized mob, and he knew that Colonel Bod and Winters Montagne had given their all.

But Sanel had made it clear he was going to use the routed soldiers to "fill the trench," and his forces were truly too few, and the reinforcements from Iron Peak County far too insufficient, sustained so far only by sheer courage.

Not to mention that all the units of Mont Blanc County and Iron Peak County were already entrenched in melee, with only one chance to win without retreating to regroup.

Gaisa cursed once more, leading his guards out of the Mont Blanc County main formation, crossing the chaotic battlefield and heading straight for the Iron Peak County military flag.

"Who’s in charge?" Gaisa couldn’t recognize the Iron Peak County officers and asked abruptly: "Who’s in charge?"

A reliable-looking, solidly-built armored soldier stepped forward, saluted.

"Withdraw your men." Gaisa gave an unquestionable order: "Go find Colonel Skul and join him. Follow his command next."

"I think," the reliable-looking soldier paused: "That’s unnecessary."

Gaisa was taken aback, about to lose his temper, but then heard the soldier, with a hint of elation, report:

"Reinforcements have arrived, Colonel."

"Reinforcements?" Gaisa raised his eyebrow: "More reinforcements? How many?"

The reliable-looking soldier put away his smile and solemnly replied word by word: "One!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mournful sound of a horn echoed throughout the river valley.

A blood-red flag was planted on the southeastern hillside.

Seeing that banner, Colonel Nagy couldn’t help but swallow hard:

The Phantom of The Styx had arrived on the battlefield.