The commander Alaric sat on the ground, staring at the bridgehead not far away without saying a word.

One by one, Heard Warriors climbed over the camp wall and disappeared from their sight.

No one knew what was happening on the other side of the low earth wall. They could only see a cloud of smoke rising, and all the only sound of roars and screams came to their ears.

Several blood-covered Heds climbed out of the wall, and the others on the edge of the trench began to run back, and one Tulu was defeated.

Alaric waved his hand, and another Tulu shouted and ran towards the Styx.

Behind Haugkota, more than a hundred heavy armored warriors also sat on the ground.

They are raising their energy and waiting for the final blow.

...

The Palatu people in the Hexi camp became more and more desperate.

The ruthless man Hedder crossed his corpses and climbed the wall, and eight hundred-man teams took turns to fight, not giving the defenders any chance to breathe.

The southwest camp wall had been dug by the Heds, which was only dug by Bad to build an inner wall with a large cart and the support of the Montagne team to temporarily resist the Heds' attack.

The Palatus sat in the corner with weapons in his arms, Winters walked past them, and the alive nodded silently to the lieutenant.

His eyes swept across the faces of the children he brought out from Wolf Town, and Winters suddenly had an idea: I can't hold on here anymore.

The fall of the city begins with the destruction of hope.

Despair permeated the camp, and the fighting spirit of the Palatus was rapidly disintegrating.

But Winters could not blame anyone. In his opinion, it was a miracle that this militia could hold on to this point.

A month ago, they were just a group of temporary recruits of duty farmers, working as coolies as civilians every day, and receiving less than half of their salary.

Now, they were trapped in the Bridgehead, fighting with thousands of vicious Hed barbarians.

Winters clenched his teeth, and a sentence echoed in his mind: "This won't work."

The death-seeking bell rang again.

"Barbarian!" The soldiers on the whistle shouted at the top of their lungs: "Come towards the gap!"

Winters climbed onto the earth platform and looked out the wall.

Finally, the Hurds were impatient and Alaric's team finally went out.

All the people came were hundreds of armored cavalry, but the momentum of the charge was like a huge wave. The horse's hooves rolled up the smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun, and even the earth was trembling.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska's cavalry and Lieutenant Colin's remnants also quickly moved closer to the gap in the battalion wall.

However, the militia at the gap could not bear all this anymore. One person left his weapon and turned around, and everyone fled one after another.

Winters shouted, blocking, but could not stop the people whose will had collapsed.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was furious, and Winters heard the other party's roar from a distance: "Montane! Purge the deserters!"

Winters didn't move.

"Purge deserters!"

Winters pulled out his saber and caught up with the deserter who was running in the front.

He recognized who the deserter was, he knew the deserter's father, his mother and sister. He once sat at the dining table of the deserter's house, and had also been warming with the deserter by a campfire with the deserter.

When the deserter turned to look at him, he saw Vahika's horrified face.

The moment the saber swung down, Winters trembled. He twisted the blade and tugged the blade on the back of Vahika's head.

Vahika fell to the ground, not knowing life and death.

The fierce methods shocked everyone who fled for a moment.

"Escape now, everyone will die!" Wintersler horses and shouted loudly: "Return to the front!"

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska arrived with Dusak, and the cavalry ruthlessly drove the defeated soldiers back to the gap in the camp wall.

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The attack of Hedger's cavalry was eventually repelled, leaving dozens of corpses between the chariot and the walls.

The battle started from morning to dusk, and witnessed the most elite Tulu retreating, and the Heds slowly retreated.

But everyone knew that the Hurd Barbarians were just temporarily retreating, and they were licking their wounds and regrouping.

When tomorrow comes, nothing can stop them from conquering the Hexi camp.

After the Huds retreated, the vendors who followed the baggage team requested to move the truck to the other side of the river, but Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was not allowed.

"It's not that there is no chance of winning!" At the meeting, Lieutenant Colin muttered to himself, holding his head, "The Hurd Barbarians are only one thousand-man team. We have more than 600 people, and we stick to the battalion, and we fight against two, how can we not win?"

Winters couldn't bear it anymore and angrily interrupted the other party: "That's not the six hundred standing troops, it's the peasant! It's the coachman! It's the merchant! Recognize the reality, Lieutenant! If you can't defend, you can't defend!"

"What does it mean?" Jeska looked at his subordinates.

Winters stood up and had a great struggle of thought, saying, "I'm going to withdraw my people across the river."

Colin raised his head in shock. He heard the lieutenant's tone firm and calm, but he saw the lights on the wall dancing like beasts.

Jeska curled his lips, leaned back and leaned back on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes and asked the other two lieutenants: "Where are you two?"

Winters spoke immediately: "It has nothing to do with them."

"They have mouths," Jeska said coldly.

Bad put his sword on his knees and spoke slowly: "The meaning of Lieutenant Montane is what I mean."

"So too." Andre replied in a silence.

Colin stood up at a loss, the poor honest man wanted to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.

"Want to mutiny? OK." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska sneered and put his boots on the table: "Kill me."

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Colin pulled Winters' sleeve and almost begged: "Don't...don't do this..."

"Shh!" Winters signaled the senior to silence: "Don't say it, don't ask. I will hold you hostage in the future."

The lieutenant stared at the lieutenant: "Or, do you want to die?"

Colin shivered and groped and sat back on the chair.

"My people have exceeded the amount, no matter what obligations they have," Winters seemed to be saying to the lieutenant colonel, but more like self-persuasion: "They are civilians who receive half the salary, not a standing army who voluntarily eats military food. I will not let them die for a camp that cannot be defended."

Jeska shook his head gently and said, "I told you a long time ago not to have personal feelings with soldiers. For Paratu, this pontoon bridge is more important than the lives of ten thousand militias. Don't you understand?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Damn it! Do you think I care about fucking Palathu?" Winters suddenly broke out: "I care about this bridge? I care about winning or losing? I have wanted to do this for a long time! Do you think I care about you shit?"

He pulled his clothes and asked hysterically: "Do you think I want to fight for you? Do you think I care about this military uniform?"

In his rage, Montane punched the wall, and the board trembled, and the wooden boards on the wall broke into two pieces.

Jeska was also stunned by this sudden outbreak. He sighed: "Kill me, it's up to you."

"I'm saving both lives." Winters lifted the lieutenant colonel and lieutenant's sword and threw it to Bud: "After that you can put the blame on me, I will never refute it."

Leaving Bud to guard the two, Winters and Andre left the prefabricated house.

After leaving the house, Andre grabbed Winters.

"If you want me to say it, it's better..." Andre made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Twist it into the river and it's okay to explain it anyway."

Winters shook his head: "No need. After crossing the river, I will go back to Venetta, and I miss home too."

"Isn't it really going to be killed?"

"Don't kill."

"Oh." Andre was helpless: "Okay, wait until you get home and see what small business you have."

"Thanks."

"What do you thank?" Andre showed a row of teeth: "Handle the knife with both ribs."

...

That night, Lieutenant Montagne obtained command of the Jeska brigade.

The Hexi military camp immediately began to evacuate in an orderly manner. The wounded were first and the baggage was later, and the bodies of the dead were also taken away by Winters.

In order to prevent being discovered by Hed's whistle, the entire process did not light the lamp or fire. The weapons that would reflect were carefully wrapped in linen.

Lieutenant Mason seemed to see a clue, but he said nothing.

Before we could demolish the floating bridge, we simply used gunpowder to explode. The logistics team did not lack gunpowder. There were several explosion points on the floating bridge that could be detonated at any time.

Winters led the remaining soldiers of the Colin Centenarians to break the rear, and he set up the last chariot at the bridgehead.

He did not rashly blow up the pontoon bridge. The supply line across the Styx River had a great relationship. Blowing it up would probably sentence the Palatus ahead to death.

Winters is waiting for the final attack of the Hurds.

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To be continued...