The harsh gong sounded across every corner of the fortress, which was a signal of retreat, meaning [the cannon has been destroyed].

The barbarians in the fortress were surprised to find that the two-legged man who was still fighting with them for a second had run away the next.

The Palatun, who poured into the gap like a tide, receded like a tide.

Run! Run! Run with no life! Run back to the camp to survive!

This is what everyone thinks.

Because the white lion is here.

There are so many barbarians in the fortress that they cannot deal with. If the barbarian reinforcements are added, the raid troops will be wiped out in an instant.

But the barbarian reinforcements did not plunge into the fortress, but interspersed between the fortress and the camp.

Does the White Lion want to swallow this lonely army in one bite? Or is it that he has a bigger plan?

Winters no longer has the energy to think about it.

He made a temporary stretcher with his spear and clothes, and with Heinrich, carrying Andre, who had only breathed a sigh of relief, ran towards the camp under the hillside.

The moonlight was dim and I couldn't see the road clearly. I could only run deep and shallow.

Winters' legs were as heavy as lead, and his armor seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step. All the people who were still alive in the Jeska team followed him.

Something suddenly tripped under his feet, and Winters felt as if he had flew up.

Within a second gliding, he fell heavily to the ground.

Heinrich exclaimed and helped the centurion up with all his hands and feet.

The blunt weapon trauma I just suffered began to hurt, and there was no muscle on Winters' body that was not hurt, and it was even so painful that itchy.

He could no longer tell which were phantom pain and which were physical feedback.

At a certain moment, he really wanted to just lie on the ground and keep lying down.

But he struggled to stand up.

"How is Andre?" he asked.

"It's okay!" Heinrich quickly replied: "I didn't fall to Celini!"

Winters unbuttoned the hook and pulled off his helmet.

Stream bullets, flying arrows... He was too lazy to worry anymore, and at this moment he just wanted to breathe a little fresh air.

There was a clear and audible shouts and gunshots coming from the direction of the camp, and Winters saw the fire flashing near the camp wall.

Obviously, the surrounding barbarians were fighting with the defenders of the camp.

The white lion not only wants to eat the troops attacking the fortress, but also wants to break through the camp in one fell swoop - at least to see if there is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

In the direction of the fortress behind everyone, there were also sounds of shouting and killing and weapons colliding.

It was Robert's brigade behind the palace who was fighting with the chased barbarians.

There are wolves in front and tigers in the back. If there is a chance to "take advantage of the time difference to withdraw the camp when the enemy is not encircled in place."

Then now Winters can conclude that it is too late.

"It's too late!" Winters spat: "The whole team! Go back!"

Winters stopped, and the other soldiers beside him stopped.

The militia behind him ran over one after another, and everyone was exhausted.

The Jeska brigade, full of sixty militias and five officers.

From Bian Li all the way back to the Styx, there were less than 300 people around Winters able to breathe.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska rushed to the front of the queue.

Seeing this scene, the Lieutenant Colonel took the brigade of military flags from the flag-holding soldiers: "Everyone, come to the military flag to complete the team!"

The militia dragged their tired bodies and moved towards the military flag step by step.

At this moment, there were sounds of horse hooves in all directions to the west, but the sound of horse hooves rumbling in front was obviously getting closer and closer.

Everyone was like being whipped to the back, squeezing out the last bit of strength to run towards the military flag.

The Jieshika team had no formation at this moment, with elbows facing each other, and shoulders pressing against each other, and everyone was desperately pushing towards the center.

So what if it is formed into a square formation? Without carrying a super long spear, everyone only has short weapons and muskets. How can they fight against barbarian cavalry?

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and everyone became more and more panicked.

The man is close to the person, and the contrailer cannot shoot at all. The sword and shield hands cannot fight either.

"Mustrator!" Winters yelled with amplification: "Go outside!"

Mason was equally anxious and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Mustrator! Go outside!"

The crowd is like a headless fly, how can it complete the formation transformation?

It was useless to shout, and Winters took action directly, dragging the musketeers out of the wall one by one.

But the sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer, and it is too late.

"It's us! Don't shoot!" the visitor shouted.

Pierre rushed out of the night, and the Dusaks followed him. There were some pistol cavalry mixed in the Dusak light cavalry.

"What's going on?" Winters pulled the bridle of Pierre's war horse.

After the retreat order was issued, the Paratu cavalry were the first to escape from the battle. Wintersbon thought they had withdrawn from the camp safely.

"The barbarian is blocking in front! We are separated from Lieutenant Colonel Custer!" Pierre replied briefly: "The barbarian is coming to this side!

Behind Pierre, the even more terrifying sound of horse hooves was approaching.

In the middle of the crowd, Lieutenant Colonel Jeska, holding the military flag, suddenly yelled: "The musketeer is standing! The others are lying down!"

When everyone heard this order, they were at a loss.

Suddenly, Winters flashed his mind.

"Let's go down! All are all!" He ordered with acoustic technique: "The musketeer stands! Only the musketeer is allowed to stand!"

The sound amplified by magic was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears.

Understand or not, the militia subconsciously obeyed the orders of the Centurion Montane.

One person was lying on the ground, and others were lying down, and more and more people were lying down.

The crowded crowd became loose - because lying down requires more space than standing, the formation began to expand outward.

Mason also figured out Lieutenant Colonel Jeska's meaning.

"Mustrators are not allowed to lie down!" Lieutenant Mason pulled the musketeer on the ground: "Stand up! The cowardly fighter killed!"

Soon, only the musketeers were left on this hillside, and the others had already turned into lying positions.

The shooting space that I didn't have just now has it.

"Prepare the fuse! Load the ammunition! Listen to my command to shoot!" Winters yelled as he walked: "Others! Listen to the command to stand up!"

The musketeers woke up from their dreams, took out paper bags containing gunpowder and lead bullets, and began the loading process.

"Mr. Mitchell!" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska, in the center of the round formation, yelled at Pierre: "You are in command of the cavalry! Take them to the back!"

Pierre raised his hand from afar and whistled, leading the cavalry toward the hillside.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. This time it was no longer a cavalry, but a vicious barbarian.

One rider, two rider... Hurd light rider came out from the night sky.

Seeing the strange formation of the Paratu people, the barbarian running in the front was shocked and suspicious, and he did not dare to move forward for a moment.

But as a red feather arrived at the battlefield, the barbarian's actions became orderly.

More than 300 barbarians, about 100 of them dismounted and took off an object from behind.

Winters saw it clearly. The barbarians were holding muskets, and they were actually horse riding musketeers.

The barbarian musketeer loaded the ammunition, hung the fuse, and pressed forward step by step towards the Jieshika brigade.

The remaining more than 200 cavalrymen were divided into two strands, one surrounded by the left and one on the right.

A hundred riders surround it, and can wrap around the crowd.

The sound of horse hooves like thunder came from all directions, and some militia lying on the ground tried desperately to bury their heads in the grass, as if this could escape the disaster.

The barbarian musketeers walked about sixty meters and began to shoot at the Jeska team.

Lead flew across the board, and musketeers were knocked down one after another.

If you shoot against the barbarians, it will hit their minds.

"Aim at their cavalry! Don't be afraid!" Winters measured the distance between the barbarian cavalry: "Miltner! Prepare!"

Fifty meters.
To be continued...