Bart reached into his arms and silently took out his last food: a small piece of black bread as thick as wood, and with his movements, the people around him also took out the last food from his body - small pieces of bread, dried cheese, slices of bread, or nothing.

These things were not their military rations, but they snatched from the fields or villages along the way on the way of escape, but in most cases they wouldn't even have the chance to grab a bite of food - the orcs and dead rabbits were trying to drive them away in the deserted wilderness, just like wolves driving away the flock of sheep.

Without a grill or a cooking pot, the rising smoke would attract the attention of the damn rabbits and orcs. This is one of the few useful experiences that everyone has summarized during the day of escape. This small group of escape teams delivered the last food to their mouths. Before the first ray of sunshine in the rising sun shone on their faces, they began to eat silently. Barth bite the inferior black bread that he would never have eaten in the past, and his bloodshot eyes were full of fatigue.

He wants to sleep, no matter what the price he pays, he just wants to sleep now, he wants to eat enough, and then lie down, don't have anything, don't have anything to stop him.

A sharp whistling sound came from a distance, flying from high altitude, and it was the orc's spear!!!

The sharp whistling sound was the language of the devil, the sound of death, disaster, and the sound of cursing the gods. At the moment the whistling sound rang, Barth only felt every pore in his body tightening subconsciously, but before the muscles were about to subconsciously support him from the ground, his movements stopped for another stronger and more irrational reason.

He didn't want to get up, he just wanted to rest, he just wanted to stay here quietly, and go to his mother's life and dignity! He didn't want to get up!

Barth's eyes were bloodshot and he looked at the ground beneath his feet with almost gritting his teeth. Around him, two companions of the same Lord, nine lord-free legion soldiers, dozens of serfs, all of whom remained in place after a brief trembling and nervousness.

No one stood up, only a few pairs of numb eyes raised, and glanced around with a lifeless gaze.

The sharp whistling sound pierced the sky, making people frightened. The whistling sound of the orcs charging came from a distance. The ground under his body was trembling slightly in the rushing cavalry. It was a terrifying force that was enough to make the corpses of the defeated army instantly spread. Bart listened to the sound of running that seemed not very far away, silently picked up the food in his hand and sent it to his mouth.

The companions beside him also made the same move: after a brief hesitation, they continued to eat.

The second orc whistling came from a distance, and a moment later, dense spears flew over.

A sharp spear directly pierced the trunk of Bart's back. The trunk itself was shaken, causing the weak Bartel to drop the dry and hard bread in his hand to the ground. He looked at the bread covered in soil almost numbly, reached out to pick it up expressionlessly, ignored the spear flying in his ears, and continued to stuff it between his teeth, biting it fiercely as if he was chewing on wood.

The third time the orcs whirred screams came, and the orcs rushed to the distance seemed a little closer.

Now even if the orcs put their hideous weapons on their necks, he didn't think about it! They didn't think about it either!

They bit the remaining bread and bread, and the spirit of sharing of human beings even came out of the minds of some people. The people who still had food divided the food into two portions and delivered it to their long-awaited companions. Amid the growing dense sound of wolf cavalry galloping around, the serfs from various territories of the Thorn Kingdom, his companions and ordinary legion soldiers ate these last food silently until the orcs stopped their pace, and the orcs were filled with sweat and smelly smell floating beside them.

Then they sat quietly between the pit and the stone, lying, thinking and doing nothing.

When a team of orc hunting team under Warhammer had a number of ten units discovered this team, the team leader was shocked.

Several noble legion soldiers sat with dozens of serfs, only a hundred meters away from their hunting squad. Half of them had fallen asleep, while those who were awake looked at orcs who were two or three times taller than them, with a numb expression. The eyes that seemed to be dead left a deep impression on the captain of the orc wolf cavalry.

On the eighth day after the battle, the fleeing Thorn Kingdom Legion soldiers and serfs began to surrender in large quantities - or stop in place, quietly waiting for the vassals to "incorporate" them.

Then William and other leaders of various tribes rushed from the front line saw the most incredible scene they had never seen: people who completely lost their fighting spirit wandered on the plains like walking dead, and capturing prisoners no longer required any battle. They just shouted and rushed over from a distance, or threw a spear into the distance.

They will naturally stop, and even tie their hands up if they are given a rope.

On the tenth day after the battle, the First United Legion under Reno entered the southeastern part of the Iron Duchy. Through a series of detours, they bypassed a long arc in the area near the hinterland of the Iron Duchy, and continued to "chase" deep into the hinterland. On that afternoon, William led five thousand new recruits from the front line, namely the Second United Legion composed of Pigheads, Goblins, and Centaurs, and a large amount of supplies to complete the convergence with the First United Legion led by Warhammer Aston.

Unlike the defeated army of the Thorn Kingdom, which can only flee in a hurry between the wilderness and hilly lands, the military vassals of the Dragon King City have always been able to pursue the noble territory from the hinterland of the Iron Duchy of Steel and the local material support from the Dragon King City behind them. Although these support is not timely due to road and traffic restrictions, under this situation, these support is enough to give the pursuers a little breath and rotate.

On the afternoon of the tenth day, William led the Second Joint Forces who had fought from the front and a large amount of supplies to arrive at the hinterland of the pursued Grand Duchy of Steel, and successfully joined the First Joint Legion led by Warhammer Aston. When they met, the wereggars were leading the gnoll clans of the First Joint Legion to tie up groups of prisoners of the Thorn Kingdom to send them to the rear.

William found the Warhammer and Aston led by the First United Legion: "This time, His Majesty is very angry. The Grand Duchy of Steel and behind them, the mastermind behind this war, the Thorn Kingdom will pay a heavy price!"
Chapter completed!