Lose

"Young Master Solon, be careful!" Klein, the vice-jarl of 1st Platoon, shouted. As Klein rushed forward, Locke, Karl and the others followed behind to protect Solon in the middle.

Currently, although Locke's battalion only had one-third of the entire battalion's soldiers here, and the high-level combatants, Mond and Wyr, were not here, most of their platoon jarls were gathered here. Looking at the people guarding Solon, it could be seen that the vice-jarl of 1st Platoon was at the front. On the left was the vice-jarl of 2nd Platoon, Karl, the jarl of 4th Platoon, and on the right was the jarl of 3rd Platoon, Chris and Dahl. As for Locke, he was standing side by side with Solon to protect Solon.

Including Solon himself, there was a strong lineup of seven entry-level Knechts with impetus. Even the Shalorians in Vaalans did not have so many high-level combatants. Not to mention, there were nearly two hundred Faustian soldiers around the seven of them. In terms of numbers, the ratio of Solon's group to the Blood Red soldiers who were chasing after Angelina was 200: 10. In the dark forest at night, a tsunami-like roar of the soldiers suddenly rang out. "Kill! Kill! "

Angelina was already at the end of her rope. The Blood Red soldiers behind her were less than five metres away from her. Just as she was about to be caught, a sudden shout with a strong southern Faustian accent came from the southeast.

Angelina looked up and saw that in the night, there was a tremor that sounded like a magnificent army. Countless Faustian soldiers rushed out of the darkness. The uniforms of this group of Faustian soldiers were not just a little bit different from the uniforms of the palace guards. In the eyes of the princess, they were tattered, but in Angelina's eyes, they were so kind. Perhaps the sudden appearance of a group of Faustian soldiers gave Angelina hope, and she quickened her pace.

Not good! When the Blood Red soldiers behind Angelina saw a group of Faustian soldiers rushing out, they couldn't care less about letting Angelina escape. They activated their impetus and sped up, reaching Angelina's position in an instant.

The strong wind from the Blood Red soldier's palm had already reached Angelina's ear. Seeing that she was about to be captured in the next second, Angelina suddenly cast Luminous from her left palm. Like the sun in the dark night, it suddenly appeared in front of the Blood Red soldier. "Ah!" Caught off guard, a few of the Blood Red soldiers closest to Angelina were dazzled. Although they weren't blind, they were temporarily unable to see anything.

Angelina took advantage of the situation and bent down to escape the grasp of the Blood Red soldiers. She then ran towards Solon and the others.

Sauron saw that the woman had temporarily escaped the pursuit of the pursuers, so he quickly circulated his Dou Qi and went forward.

The Blood Red soldiers who weren't illuminated by Angelina's Illumination spell also sped up to catch up.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was less than 15 meters, and the battle was about to start.

Sauron opened his arms and struck a pose that he thought was very handsome, ready to welcome the beautiful caster in front of him to fall into his arms. Then, he said in a gentle voice, "It's okay, you're safe."

However, things didn't go as Solon expected. Angelina only rushed to the soldiers behind him and didn't even look at Solon's open arms. When she passed by Solon, she said in a cold voice, "Herr, Herr, you are a knight! Stop them! "Her unquestionable tone stunned Sauron, and he subconsciously prepared to accept the order. But before Sauron could figure out what was wrong, the Blood Red soldiers behind Angelina caught up. The group of Blood Red soldiers didn't even look at Sauron. Several of them swung their swords together, looking like they were going to dismember him in an instant.

Sauron was shocked and hurriedly drew his sword to block, but the swords of the Blood Red soldiers were not that easy to resist. Furthermore, they were attacking together. "Clang!" The swords collided and sparks burst out. Sauron felt as if the cross-shaped sword in his hand was extremely heavy and he couldn't resist it at all. Finally, the cross-shaped sword left Sauron's hands under Sauron's surprised gaze.

At this moment, seeing that the swords were about to behead Sauron, the platoon jarls around him hurriedly did their best to activate their impetus. They used their spears or swords to block the joint attack of the shadow guards, especially Locke, who was the closest to Sauron. Before he could even react, the Blood Red soldiers had already attacked Sauron. This had already made Locke very angry, so how could he let them kill Sauron now?

With a roar, Locke stomped his feet and rushed to where Sauron was. He pushed Sauron away and joined forces with the other platoon jarls to block the killing blow of the Blood Red soldiers.

"Clang!" After Sauron's block, the longswords of the Blood Red soldiers still collided with the weapons of the platoon jarls. Locke's arm sank, and it took the combined strength of the seven of them to block the attacks of the Blood Red soldiers.

This was a group of soldiers who all had impetus. The platoon jarls raised their heads and looked at each other in shock.

Cardoj's troops were considered one of the strongest among the private armies of the nobles in 2nd Division, but there were less than ten first-rate soldiers with impetus. Who were these soldiers in blood-red leather armour? They were all at least beginner-level Knechts.

Before the platoon jarls could react, the Blood Red soldiers joined forces and rushed forward again. There were only a dozen Blood Red soldiers in front of them, but they were charging at nearly two hundred Faustian soldiers.

Having been on the battlefield for so long, the platoon jarls were certainly not good at individual heroism. The kind of idiots who would rush in front of the whole team alone would have long been dead by now. The platoon jarls hurriedly protected Sauron from the side, and together with Angelina, they hid in the battle formation formed by the soldiers. Fortunately, Sauron had a strong chainmail on the outside and a precious close-fitting soft armour on the inside, so he wasn't cut down by the Blood Red soldiers. He managed to hold on until he was protected by the platoon jarls around him.

The battle formation of Locke's battalion consisted of a ten-man squad, which was different from the standard battle formation of Falcon. Many of the techniques used in their battalion's battle formation were added by Cardoj himself. Cardoj, who had studied in the Aomar Empire before, had a lot of knowledge about it.

However, the moment the two armies came into contact, the battle became one-sided. Close to 10 ordinary soldiers were instantly killed by the Blood Red soldiers who possessed Combat Energy. Following that, the casualties continued to increase. Every second or two, there would be a few casualties among the soldiers. Fortunately, there were enough Faustian soldiers and there was a steady stream of reinforcements.

The Blood Red soldiers were different from ordinary Knechts with impetus. They were a group of Knechts who were good at teamwork. They were more lethal to ordinary soldiers than first-rate soldiers with impetus in the army. Not only that, but there were more than ten Blood Red soldiers in front of Locke and the others. There were more Blood Red soldiers rushing out of the woods behind them, but their numbers were not as many as the Faustian side.

Although the Blood Red soldiers were temporarily blocked by the Faustian soldiers, the tragic casualty rate was too much for the commanders to bear. Most of the Faustian soldiers at the front were from 1st Platoon. Since Mond had followed Cardoj all the way, Klein was their direct superior. Of course, Klein couldn't watch his soldiers be slaughtered by this group of killers. After shouting angrily, he stimulated his impetus and rushed forward while waving his longsword.

Locke and the others also didn't want to be left out. They stimulated their impetus and joined the battle. This was the first time Locke had faced an enemy of the same level as him. He had just joined forces with the other platoon jarls to block the attack of several Blood Red soldiers, which made him curious about the origin of this group of enemies. Protected by the soldiers, Locke exchanged a few blows with several Blood Red soldiers. The impression he got from this group of Blood Red soldiers was only one word - strong! Although they were both entry-level Knechts, Solon had more impetus than Locke, but their strength was not too different. This was because Locke's actual combat ability was stronger than Solon's. His impression of this group of Blood Red soldiers was that not only did they have more impetus than him, but their actual combat ability was also stronger. In a one-on-one battle, Locke felt that he wouldn't be a match for any of them.

The battle in front of him had strangely reached a balance despite the huge disparity in numbers. One side relied on numbers, while the other side relied on strength. The two groups of people intertwined with each other. Blood splattered everywhere, heads and broken limbs flew, and miserable howls and angry roars filled the air. It was extremely tragic.

Seeing such a scene, Solon's intestines ached with regret. He had obviously underestimated the strength and number of this group of soldiers in blood-red leather armour. There was still a steady stream of blood-red leather armoured soldiers rushing out of the jungle. They seemed to be entry-level Knechts with impetus. Even if more than two hundred of them managed to block them, the losses would still be a painful number. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have meddled. Between the lives of more than a hundred soldiers and an unfamiliar entry-level Lehrling, Solon was not stupid. Of course, he knew that the former was more valuable. These were the remaining elite soldiers of Cardoj's domain after four years of war. Cardoj's domain was only a baron's domain, so there was a limited number of men. If they lost a quarter of their troops, which was a hundred men, this time, Solon believed that his father, Baron Cardoj, would make him pay for his reckless decision.

Of course, the Blood Red soldiers were not the dozen or so people in front of Solon. There were two whole Blood Red squads here, a total of more than forty people. How could the ordinary Faustian soldiers of just over two hundred people withstand forty Knechts? If their numbers were doubled, it might be possible.

If only father and teacher Wyr hadn't split up and were both here, Solon thought in despair.

The killing continued. Locke and the other platoon jarls did not have the time to think pessimistically like Solon. They were the backbone of the current team. Nearly two hundred soldiers were actually held back by a dozen or so Blood Red soldiers, who were continuously replenished. Instead, they suffered heavy losses. This was simply unimaginable. There were at most fifty Blood Red soldiers, right? I don't believe that you're that strong! This was what every platoon jarl thought.

They had all lived on the battlefield for so many years. Although most of them cherished their lives and had become more agile, it did not mean that they had no guts. None of the platoon jarls who could stand out among hundreds of ordinary soldiers were simple characters! Klein held his spear with both hands and pierced the throat of a Blood Red soldier with lightning speed with the help of the ordinary soldiers around him.

When a Blood Red soldier was held back by an ordinary Faustian soldier, Dahl rushed up and hugged the soldier. His muscles swelled and contracted tightly under the stimulation of impetus, strangling the Blood Red soldier alive.

The battle continued. Both sides suffered losses, but overall, the Faustian side suffered more.

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