"That's...what is that?"

Parr Klos looked at the soldiers who fell down like wheat on the distant front, and looked at the soldiers who were wearing armor or unarmored, screaming at the people who were crying out of their shooting distance. Machei Kulesha and Omari Donovan, who were standing beside him, were also shocked. They watched their soldiers being massacred in a daze, and forgot to react for a moment.

"It's over...it's over..."

Klos, who was very confident just now, collapsed at this moment. He suddenly understood why the other party was fearless in the face of his own threat and the soldiers of the two regiments. It was not blind arrogance and mania, but a correct judgment of his own strength and silent contempt for himself, the guard officer. He realized this through this short and fierce battle, but did not know how to change it. The weapons on the opposite side were so powerful and the lethality was so amazing. Even if all of his two regiments were explained here, they probably wouldn't be able to hurt Gastenth's hair.

"Sir? Sir?!"

Kulesha, the commander of the Second Regiment of the First Division of the Third Guards, called anxiously beside Klos, "We must stop the attack, otherwise the soldiers will all die..."

Hearing this sentence, the focus of Cross's gaze was once again on the battlefield. In his vision, the drums representing the attack stopped at some point. The soldiers in the front row squeezed on the line of death made up of corpses and were still surfing. Although they could only see the backs of the soldiers, Cross could also imagine their expressions.

That must be panic and despair. It is the most common expression of human beings when facing unknown forces that cannot be understood.

“Retreat…retreat…”

Cross waved helplessly, and his heart began to find a way out for himself. The direct command of this battle was the two regiment commanders, and the responsibility for the failure of the command could not be blamed on him. But the initiator of this battle was himself. He had to take responsibility for provoking this doomed battle and forced a subordinate with infinite potential to take responsibility. Just imagined the reaction of the Sixth Prince when he heard the news, Cross felt that he was about to suffocate. He could predict with great confidence what would happen to him with the Sixth Prince.

"Must...must make up for the merits..."

Seeing Gastenth's strength, Klos felt that he had another way. If he could persuade Gastenth to provide the weapons that caused the casualties of today to the Guards, then they could break the deadlock in Oridhi and even destroy Ronninger in one fell swoop. The credit for helping His Majesty the Emperor quell the rebellion can offset his mistake today.

As for the battle just now, it was just a person on his side who died. There was nothing wrong with the people on the other side, so he probably wouldn't mind it, right?

Cross consciously found a path of slim hope, but there was still a way to work hard. He came back to his senses, focused his energy, and found that the two regiment commanders had begun to retreat. As soon as the sound of retreat sounded in the air, the soldiers in the front row began to run back one after another, as if behind them, there was a magician or dragon chasing them.

"damn it……"

Kulesha cursed, not knowing whether he was scolding himself, the soldiers who were running for life, or something else. But at this point in time, no one cared about it, and no one wanted to figure out who he was scolding. The soldiers who retreated from the front line were emotionally broken and crowded around the gathering place. Many people wanted to continue running back, but were stopped by the soldiers responsible for maintaining order. Even on the command table, the soldiers could hear panic arguments.

"Sir, what should I do next?"

Seeing that Kulesha was rectifying the defeated soldiers, Donovan walked to Klos and asked for advice with some uncertainty, "The lethality on the opposite side is too strong, and our two regiments probably can't handle it. Should we ask for support? It's best to transfer hand-cannon cavalry, maybe there is still a fight."

"The hand-cannon cavalry does not have armor. If a weapon can penetrate iron armor, it will definitely kill the hand-cannon cavalry. We cannot win."

Klos murmured to himself and then gave his own answer.

"We won't fight anymore, we will negotiate peace."

Invisibly, he even forgot that the word peace talks would only appear in wars between countries. Now, in dealing with a rebellious serf who defends himself, Clos subconsciously regarded the other party as the sixth prince and Ankenryin's power.

"Peace talks?!"

Donovan was very surprised, "Sir, we have so many soldiers killed, so we are just discussing peace? This... how can we explain to our brothers?"

"How to explain?"

The anger of Clos being frightened by the enemy's combat power finally broke out on the issue, and he glared at Donovan and shouted loudly.

"How do you ask me to explain it?! Ah! Two groups, nearly 3,000 people, can't beat the other two hundred people? How do you ask me to explain it? How can I explain it? Tell me, if you fight like this, how can I explain it?!"

Donovan realized that he had stabbed the hornet's nest and did not say a word. He let the roar for five minutes before he stopped. He raised his head and looked at the panting of the swearing Cross. He hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the special and terrifying gunshots coming from behind.

"Tututu--"

Someone fired a shot in the rear?

At this moment, Donovan felt as if he had returned to the Turpine Mountain, and when he learned that the back road was broken and the front road was intercepted, the panic and despair that suddenly broke out from the inside out turned him into a wooden stake.

"Enemy attack!!!Enemy attack!!!"

The news of the enemy attack came from behind and waves. Klos, Donovan and Kulesha turned backwards at the same time, and immediately saw the enemy attacking. The enemies were wearing people's clothing, holding strange-shaped guns in their hands, making similar sounds of weapons from the defense line of the Luoshan Crossing Road, killing soldiers in the back row of the third regiment. Moreover, what surprised everyone on the podium was that the weapons in their hands could be shot continuously without stopping to load. Klos watched with his own eyes a person, and while advancing, he fired his guns, and drove dozens of people on his side to run like pigs.

"This...what's going on? Why are there enemies behind it?!"

Klos was completely panicked now. When he found that the danger he was facing was not only a failure in commanding the battle, but could even threaten his life safety, he completely collapsed. The guard of the sixth prince, Sistily, shouting, asking Kulesha and Donovan to fight back the enemy behind. But at this time, the two teams had just been scared by the weapons at the intersection of Luoshan, so how could they have the courage to organize the defense line? In less than twenty minutes, the rear of the command platform was completely defeated. The retreating troops in front and the defeated soldiers in the rear mixed together, fled in scattered, completely losing their formation and organization.

Clos, Kulesha and Donovan began to escape when they found that the battle was not good. They took off their conspicuous military uniforms, put on the big red uniforms of ordinary soldiers, and followed the scattered soldiers to escape into the woodlands on both sides of the road, completely giving up the battle.

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On March 28, 848, Lu Yuan, Gastenth won the first battle since the founding of the Communist Party.

Alena's guard.

"Your decision was pretty good at that time, but I hope you can be careful in the future." At a simple celebration meeting held in the factory workshop, Gastenth found Belancheer. The troops attacking the enemy's rear were Belancheer's Sharp Knife Company. When Belancheer returned to Everett, he found that Elena was defended by Klos's troops. He observed the situation and when the defenders at the intersection of Luoshan defeated the enemy's attack, he took the opportunity to launch an assault on the enemy's rear. Judging from the results, the effect was very good. Belancheer used a company of soldiers to break up the formation of the enemy's two regiments. Although he ran away from the commander, the number of people injured and killed in one battle was nearly a thousand.

"Boss, I'm not winning. Can you wait and talk about me?"

Belancher scratched his head and smiled shyly. Ivan and Sinke, not far away, saw him and walked over with a glass of wine.

"General Belancher, don't be ruthless in your credit. Is it hard to carry a sharp knife? If you have to work hard, I'll help you take it for two days?"

Ivan has been staring at the sharp knife for a long time. This company, which has all been equipped with Gastenth's newly designed weapons, has an extremely powerful combat power. Everyone wants to take the lead. The aura of the enemy who is killed on the battlefield is a commander and will not let it go.

"No, no, the sharp knife is good. And I brought it well, not only did I capture Everett alive, but also completely broke up the enemy's team. Right, boss?"

"That's right," Gastenth smiled, and then suddenly tightened his face, "But have you ever thought that we had just repelled the enemy's attack, the defensive side. If we win, it will be easy to negotiate in the future, and there is room for ease with the Sixth Prince. After all, the attack was initiated by the opponent first. But now when you fight like this, we have changed from defense to offense, and we have also broken up the two regiments of the Sixth Prince. Where does the Sixth Prince's face go? How can we negotiate with the Sixth Prince?"

"Ah...head...no?"

Belanchel was frightened by Gastenth's sudden intimidation. He was stunned for a moment, looked at Gastenth's expression carefully, and noticed the seemingly non-smile smile on the corner of his mouth, and immediately understood the meaning of his head. He smiled and brought a glass of wine to the head, lowered his head to admit his mistake.

"Head, I was wrong. I shouldn't have killed the enemy so hard. Please punish me!"

After saying this, Belancheer couldn't hold it in and followed another sentence.

"But the boss is going to break up with the Sixth Prince anyway. Isn't it all the same if he fights or not?"

"You boy!"

Gastenth reached out and patted Belancheer's head, unable to hold back and smiled. He did have the intention to show his trump card with the Sixth Prince, so he didn't care about Belancheer's actions. On the contrary, this time Belancheer's assault on the Close troops also proved the ability of the Sharp Knife Company in mobile warfare, which gave him a deeper understanding of Elena's war potential.

"When it comes to Everett," Sink raised another topic, "What should I do about Everett said that it was Yaro Ross's people who asked him?"

"Isn't Yaro Ross our backer? How could he deal with us suddenly?" Ivan also had questions about this and asked casually, "Is it the order of Close?"

"It should be arranged by Klos. I will first find someone to rush into Elena to kill us, and then talk, and it will be easier to talk. But they didn't expect that our place was too hard and they blew their teeth."

"What should I do with this person? Kill it?" Sink also asked. He is now in charge of Elena's security affairs and is very concerned about it.

"He naturally knew what I mean when he was executed publicly, beheaded, and then gave his head to Rose."

Gastenth had no intention of feeling sorry for his enemies. Since Yaro Ross dared to stand up and fight against him, he must be prepared to accept his revenge.

"What should we do next?" Daisy also squeezed over at some point, "Why don't we expand? Eat more land and people? There are still too few people in Alena now."

"You can absorb the population, don't expand for the time being." Gastens also has ideas about this matter. "When Yaro Ross receives my letter, he will naturally give me an answer."

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While Elena was holding a celebration dinner, Clos, who was fleeing in the panic, sighed in the official residence of Arro Ross.

"This time I did make a mistake in judgment. I didn't expect that the boy Gastens had such a powerful thing. I felt guilty after so many people died..."

In front of Yaro Ross, Parr Klos, who was once in awesome and majestic, had long lost his previous aura. He changed into clean clothes and was sitting in the reception room of Yaro Ross' house, discussing countermeasures with him.

"But will he take revenge on Gastenth? If he takes revenge, there will be no army in the province available!"

What Yaro Ross said was the truth. The garrison responsible for defending Enspan Province was the Fifth Legion in the Western Theater Command. When he attacked Tulucas before, the Fifth Legion was basically crippled. Later, after reconstruction, he stayed at the Tulucas defense line and guarded the Thorn Hills with a group of new recruits. There was only an incomplete Sixth Division, or a front line that retreated to rest. Whether it was Yaro Ross or Par Klos, he had no confidence in using the Sixth Division to attack Elena.

"You can't let him take revenge." Cross had already figured out a way to deal with Gastenth on his way to escape. "He is now strong and we can't beat him, and Ankenrien can't stand another rebel in the west. So, your current task is to stabilize him. No matter what the price you pay, you must stabilize him."

Yaro Ross nodded, and just as he was about to say something, he received a message from the housekeeper saying that Gastenth had sent something. When Parr Chloe heard about what Gastenth gave, he became nervous. Now that his side lost, what would Gastenth send and humiliate himself?

The servant carried it in was a wooden box, which looked ordinary. But when Yaro Ros opened the wooden box, he screamed in fear and took a step back. Parr Klos also saw the things in the wooden box and frowned.

That was a processed head.

"Who is this?" Close saw from Ross' reaction that he knew this person and asked directly.

"It's Everett, the leader of the defeated soldiers I've been looking for before, and let them harass Elena."

Yaro Ross answered and glanced at the head again. When he raised his head again, his voice was obviously nervous.
Chapter completed!