But behind them, there were still troops who did not know the truth. Many of these unidentified baggage units, mainly serfs, were ordered by the nobles to transport the army's food.

The mission of this baggage unit was responsible for the two legions' ten-day food reserves, which also led to the number of serfs responsible for transporting to as many as 30,000.

In fact, this is normal. The total number of the two legions is nearly 20,000, and these serfs are responsible for transporting not only the food of the legion soldiers, but also their own food. This also leads to the fact that each of them can actually transport not much food at all.

The team transporting supplies was too long. When the vanguard legion was destroyed by the dragon's breath, the soldiers of the middle section and the baggage team of the back section were even on the mountain road of the gravel ridge. They heard loud thunder sounds coming from afar, and thought that the thunder that often roared in spring was echoing in the mountains. Most people in the northern countries believed in one thing, that is, the thunder in spring meant bad omens, especially when the spring thunder sounded, they could not stay in the mountains, otherwise they would be turned into stones on the top of the mountain.

So the follow-up troops accelerated their pace and collided with the troops in front who were trying to retreat.

One side was desperately trying to escape, while the other side was still moving forward. The baggage and legion soldiers belonged to two different commanders in the Kingdom of Thorns, and even both sides were not responsible to each other.

Because the Kingdom of Thorns is an iron-blooded military country, they have very strict management of each team, and neither the baggage team nor the legion, can order the other party. However, if the baggage team does not deliver the food on time and at the location, then their commanders will be sent to the scaffolding platform.

As for the task of the legion in war, it was war, so this led to the baggage team wanting to deliver food to the destination on time, while the fleeing legion wanted to escape. Both sides blocked each other and no one was willing to give in.

Huge chaos erupted on the hills of the mountains. The soldiers at a loss were swept by the crowd and ran around. Some were pushed back to the doomsday plain, while some rolled down the cliff in chaos. The tramplings and screams finally began to spread to the gravel ridge. Who knew that he shouted first, "The battle was defeated before!"

It completely exploded into a fatal level.

Viscount Gorman is a member of the legion lined up behind the legion. He is the captain of a team of knights in the legion. However, he was pushed back by the front troops. Now he had no idea what was going on. He only vaguely heard someone mentioning that it was related to the thunder and the soldiers who had already gone crazy ran and shouted that the dragon killed the kingdom's chief knight Lord Nol, instantly destroyed the old commander and the entire legion he led. These crazy news and the fact of fleeing now impacted the pitiful heart of the viscount. While trying to maintain balance immediately, he moved to the north under the knights under his command. His brain was so confused that he could not think at all.

The vast elite legion of the Thorn Kingdom had completely collapsed, falling apart like a broken plate. Some nobles with higher ranks tried to reorganize order several times, but in the end they could not do anything except running back with the large army. In the middle of this mountain, more than 20 viscounts and nobles above viscount and their relatives ran around like headless flies. Gorman looked around in panic and saw that less than half of the people who could keep up with him were left-the rest of the people either fell down the hillside or were squeezed out by the crowd.

And when the mighty legion soldiers were still one mile away from the city, they were instantly defeated, and a grand escape began to stage a farce.

"What happened?" At this moment, the commander of the legion, Marquis Emlin, stared at all this in a daze. The sudden change in front of him exceeded his understanding. He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him had become a bizarre absurd drama. He stood on this incomprehensible drama stage. He closed his eyes hard, covered his ears, blocked all these perceptions, and recalled the comfortable velvet bed in his castle. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and opened his ears, and saw the body of Earl Helf, who had been following him, lying on the ground in front of him, and fell to the same place as Viscount Sval.

"It's over, it's all..."

No matter what happened in this war, it was all over now.

At this moment, Marquis Emlin suddenly saw what was happening in the distance from the corner of his eyes.

He saw that behind the soldiers, a large number of orc warriors wearing simple armor and holding huge axes and hammers had appeared in the distance, and they swarmed towards them with giant wolves. The orc monsters almost smashed one of his knights with one hammer and drove their war horses together.

Are the vassals of the dragon, orcs?! - They ride a very fast monster!

"Sir-Sir!"

The loud shouts of the follower of the knight woke up Marquis Emlin. The knight was injured by the aftermath of the dragon's breath. At this moment, half of his face was covered with blood bubbles. He took Marquis Emlin's hand and shook anxiously: "Sir! Go quickly! Get on the horse and go quickly!"

Marquis Emlin finally realized that no matter how shocked, feared, and nervous he gave way to the desire to survive. He immediately followed the direction of the knight as he got on the horse, and asked loudly while running: "Where is Earl Kelson?!"

"Count Kelson is dead - he was killed by the dragon, and even the body is not left behind!" the knight shouted, "There are many people who stand with Count Kelson, all of them are killed by the dragon!"

Marquis Emlin felt a layer of fine cold sweat. His somewhat obese body immediately ran up and greeted the nearby soldiers: "Retreat! Retreat!"

This time, there are only two higher Counts in his legion, and now both of them have died in battle. Forget the count is the biggest problem. The overall defeat of the legion is the biggest problem. He doesn't even think about whether he will be punished by His Majesty after he goes back. The most important thing now is how to survive!

He knew the terribleness of the domain level! Now, he is so platinum level supported by drugs that he probably can't hold on for even a second.
Chapter completed!