The first person to chase after Hed was not the Hudd Light Cavalry, but the Second Lieutenant Bud who was responsible for gathering the missing person.

When Bud and his riders chased the group, almost every rider sat one more person behind him.

"More than twenty people have been retrieved, and the rest of them are so dark that they can't be found." Bard reported to the lieutenant colonel.

But the lieutenant colonel cares more about another thing: "Are there any pursuers?"

"I didn't see it."

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska looked gloomy and rubbed the stubble on his jaw. It took him a while to make up his mind.

He ordered, "Let everyone stop resting, and set off now."

The militia in the baggage team suddenly decreased by 30%, and the lieutenant colonel had to order the deceased's weapons to be distributed to coachmen and vendors.

These civilians who had never received military training were temporarily formed and were commanded by Bad - because they only trusted Lieutenant Bad.

All Dusak, who could still ride horses, was handed over to the lieutenant colonel himself. Andre returned to his position as an infantry officer, responsible for leading Bard's 100-man team.

It was originally planned to rest for two hours in the temporary camp, but in fact half an hour was not enough. Before the carriage at the end of the team entered the camp, the carriage in the camp was about to set off again.

Militia, coachman, and vendors complained—it can't be blamed for this.

The so-called pursuers could not even see the shadow, but the brutal one-eyed Lieutenant Colonel Long forced them to march was real, and it was after a bloody battle.

Not only are living people exhausted, but livestock are even more difficult to bear.

Many coachmen and vendors begged for a rest because their animals were almost unable to hold on.

But the answer is only no.

Winters could occasionally see dead mules and horses on the roadside. While the owner of the livestock was still crying, the others were already moving the things on the carriage to other carriages.

The supplies from the baggage team were afraid to throw away, and the goods from the vendors were reluctant to throw away. Although the pursuers might be not far away, no one could be sure whether there were pursuers.

The result was that the Palatus wanted to escape, but he did not dare to let go of his hands and feet. He dragged his heavy goods on the wasteland, avoiding the invisible enemies behind him.

The convoy was able to maintain order entirely by Dusak's saber and the prestige accumulated by several officers in the past.

But even the lieutenants were wondering: According to Lieutenant Colonel Jeska's interrogation method, it was not surprising that those Heds could say anything.

"Remember that rabbit?" Bud asked.

"What rabbit?" Andre was puzzled.

Winters replied: "A rabbit who was beaten so hard that he dared not say he was a raccoon."

After several people discussed, they decided to explain their concerns to the lieutenant colonel.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska set a carriage as a temporary command post.

When Winters approached Lieutenant Colonel, the latter was busy on a map.

"Sir, it's too dangerous to walk in the dark. Several horses stepped into the rat hole and broke their hooves." Winters tentatively suggested: "Otherwise, wait until dawn to take action? It's just right that more detectives can be sent to the back to explore the situation."

"I've sent it." The lieutenant colonel said without raising his head: "Instead of worrying about the back, think about how not to go the wrong way."

"Forced marching will damage too many mules and horses, and the road ahead may be difficult to walk."

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska raised his head and stared at Winters, raising his eyebrows: "Do you think I'm a archer-snake shadow?"

"I firmly obey your judgment."

"The Hurds' usual strategy for the small group of troops to harass the supply line." The Lieutenant Colonel leaned over and continued his work on the map: "But think about it, how many days have we not met the messenger who came back?"

Winters stood upright for a moment.

The supply line is also a communication line. Messengers traveling along the way often encounter baggage teams. Occasionally, they will come to ask for saliva and communicate some news from the front and back.

But in recent days, I saw the messenger passing by, but I didn’t meet the messenger coming from the front.

"In any case, it's safest to go back to the riverside camp first." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska handed a roll of parchment to Winters: "I suspect that the camp ahead has been lost."

Winters spread out the parchment paper and it was a map. He finally understood what the lieutenant colonel was busy with.

The militia was not valued, and the map was only sent to the brigade commander level, and the centurion did not have it. Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was drawing maps for his three centurions.

The lieutenant colonel said calmly: "You guys don't have to worry, I will bear any responsibility. Just obey the orders with peace of mind."

"Lieutenant Colonel, we are the least worried." Winters smiled: "The reason I told you this is because I was doubtful."

"Are there any doubts now?"

"there is none left."

"Then get out of here."

"Yes." Winters saluted.

...

Judging from the map, it is about 16 kilometers from the ambush site to the riverside camp.

But these sixteen kilometers are only the distance on the map, because of the undulating terrain, the actual distance is far beyond this number.

Before encountering the Hud cavalry, the convoy had already left for most of the day.

After that life-and-death battle, there was no time to breathe, and the convoy immediately turned around and turned around.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska ruthlessly drove the Palatus to forcibly march at the speed of escape, and walked the two days of the week overnight.

The price was that thirty-three mules and horses were injured and exhausted, seventeen large carts were abandoned, and another thirteen large carts were separated halfway.

The road was bumpy, and many seriously injured could not hold on and died. Many people were injured in accidents while marching at night.

Finally, when the dawn appeared in the horizon, the "Styx" slowly appeared from behind the outline of the hillside.

A large silver ribbon-like river meanders through the yellow-green field, and the undulating water surface is flashing with thousands of golden lights.

Monk Reed stood on the hillside with his hips, pointing at the river water and marveling: "Look at the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and the jade belt water in front of the door. This is a Feng Shui treasure land! But I have no descendants, so it is useless to think about these, hahahaha!"

Winters didn't understand what the old man was saying again. He patrols and shouts in the convoy: "The riverside camp is right in front of you! It's coming soon! Wine, meat, bread, warm blankets, everything! Hold on!"

When Winters tried every means to encourage everyone, a gunshot came from afar.

The gunshot echoed in the valley, and Pierre ran down from the hill behind him. He waved his hand flag and shouted loudly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Winters couldn't hear what Pierre was shouting, but he didn't need to hear the content clearly.

"The Hurds are here!" Winters yelled: "Start up! Hundreds, gather!"

Everyone was stunned at first, and the coachman who came to his senses desperately sucked the animal that was already at its limit. The militia of the Montane Hundreds rushed towards Winters in panic.

"Come?" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska rushed to Winters on a brown horse.

"Come!" Winters replied.

On the ridge to the west, the Hud cavalry appeared one by one.

In their eyes, the chariots were slowly crawling towards the military camp of the Paratus on the west bank of the Styx.

They stopped and seemed to be waiting for an order.

Wintersmer counted the number of Heard's cavalry: "Not one hundred cavalry came."

"It's probably just the vanguard." Jeska said with a calm face: "It may also be that there are other people hiding on the back slope."

Dusaks rushed to the lieutenant colonel one after another and gathered in chaos.

Winters, Andre's Centenarians are quickly gathering. Bud and his miscellaneous cards stay in the team.

Dusaks also arrived one after another and gathered in chaos behind the lieutenant colonel.

At this moment, the Huds moved. They also realized that they could not let the Palatus line up.

One rider came out, and hundreds of riders followed him and rushed down the hill.

The roaring horse hooves reflected in the valley, and the overlapping echoes were as powerful as thunder.

All the Palathus were taken away by the momentum of the Iron Cavalry of Hed, and the one-eyed lieutenant colonel did not seem to be in a hurry.

"Looking at the mountain to kill the horses, let them run for a while." Jeska's left hand left the saber grip, and he gave the lieutenants no hurry to order: "Lieutenant Montane."

"exist!"

"You are the reserve team."

"yes!"

"Len Cellini."

"exist!"

"Cover the cavalry."

"yes."

The ridge looks not far from the slope, but when you want to get there, you have to go through a big downhill and a big uphill.

The Hudds were controlling their speed and were jogging towards the bottom of the ditch.

There is still a stretch of uphill waiting, and they don't intend to waste horsepower at the beginning.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska cleared his throat and yelled at the Dusaks: "Don't. He's like a headless fly! Arrange me like a spearman. Arrow formation! Control your horses!"
To be continued...