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Chapter 142 A Crushing Defeat (Bonus Chapter for all the readers who donated)

The cavalry charged first, then the infantry.

Infantry charge, then cavalry charge.

Or infantry and cavalry can charge together.

This has always been the style of warfare in this era.

But the conscripts had never seen such a horrific scene.

Even after the cavalry charge, fifty or sixty soldiers remained standing in place.

They did not flee or scatter; instead, they quickly regrouped.

Small-scale operations can often tolerate a higher casualty rate because the number of combatants is small and the battlefield situation is clear at a glance.

On the contrary, large-scale battles are prone to collapse because the beginning and end are not visible, and the overall situation of the battlefield is unknown. Once they see that things are not going well, they will immediately flee. One person's flight will cause everyone to flee.

"They've suffered heavy casualties, charge!" The conscription commander forced a smile and rallied the troops.

The conscription of soldiers was like a sudden awakening from a dream.

Yes!

The enemy suffered heavy casualties.

If we don't act now, when will we?
Five hundred conscripts launched an attack on their enemy. They charged behind the cavalry, and when the cavalry broke through, the two sides were only twenty or thirty meters apart.

At the moment of contact.

"Roar!" A powerful warrior, standing two meters tall, roared like thunder, echoing across the battlefield. He was at the forefront, wielding a broad, long axe, and with one blow, he killed both conscripts. Limbs and remains flew up, and blood splattered, making him look like a blood-soaked war god.

The remaining soldiers, armed with long weapons, fought like wounded beasts, making a desperate last stand.

Driven by the charge and inspired by the war, their ingrained madness was unleashed, and they became enraged, their eyes bloodshot with rage.

The conscripted army was terrified. They outnumbered the enemy by almost ten times, but at this moment they had lost their will to fight.

These people are truly fearless!
The army was defeated like a mountain!
Without the courage to fight, they are no better than an equal number of pigs. At least pigs won't surrender or sit idly by and wait to die; once they start charging around, no one can stop them.

At this moment, Roman and Dick, having killed their respective opponents, also came to provide support.

Four knights surrounded five hundred men from behind.

"Put down your weapons! Put down your weapons!!" Roman roared.

Aaron and Green were also yelling for them to drop their weapons.

The enemy's morale is now collapsing.

They tried their best to avoid the ensuing battle.

If we can avoid fighting, we should!

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The conscripted army, with its overwhelming numerical advantage, only engaged in a symbolic battle for about ten seconds.

Seeing that they had no chance of winning, they laid down their weapons and surrendered.

Those with keen eyes noticed that their knights, who were in charge, did not launch a second charge at all—they rode away from the battlefield without looking back.

The cavalry cannot be blamed; their casualties were too heavy.

There were fifty cavalrymen when the charge began.

When they rushed out, they found that only a dozen or so of their own remained, and only one of the Conqueror Knights was still alive. How desperate must that have been?

They were responsible for slowing down the convoy, while the hundred soldiers were responsible for stopping them.

The defensive battle turned into a battle of annihilation.

This land originally belonged to them, yet now they are the ones trapped in a siege.

There's no time to care about those lowly people; escaping is the only option right now.

In the past two days, the Knights of Conquest alone have lost fifteen men.

For Kantling, it was not insignificant, but rather a devastating blow.

Roman was not surprised by the result.

He never took the army of Kant territory seriously; the only ones he paid attention to were the conquering knights.

Since the regular army couldn't defeat the militia, he should immediately find a rock and smash his head against it to his death.

……

In this battle, Roman completely crushed the surrounding forces of the Conde territory.

Upon learning of the battle's outcome, the heavily armed troops guarding the convoy immediately lowered their guard and advanced at full speed.

There's no time to clean up the battlefield.

He ordered his men to piece together the bodies of the victims and take them away. Like fallen leaves returning to their roots.

Roman was going to bury them in the cemetery in Sig.

The number of wounded soldiers is high.

Roman dismounted and walked, strapping the injured Káo to the saddle.

News has also emerged of the lightly armed troops sent to capture the fleeing villagers.

The villagers of the fourth village carried their luggage, herded pigs and sheep, and brought their children.

They fled all the way to a place ten kilometers away.

Dota led the scouts in pursuit; if they had been any later, these people would have vanished without a trace, a huge loss for Roman.

Fortunately, they were intercepted in time by lightly armed troops.

They captured more than a thousand villagers with their two hundred men, but they had to abandon all their livestock and valuables, as they were a burden and would only slow down their march.

The innocent villagers were driven without any resistance to join Roman.

As a result, the fleet became increasingly large and bloated.

When humans gather together, they are as easy to control as a flock of sheep. No one dares to leave the group for fear of being killed by the guards.

However, when Roman sent scouts to check on the situation in the fifth village, they learned that the village was deserted and the villagers had fled to an unknown place.

He just sighed, knowing those people wouldn't wait for him to come and steal from them.

The fifth village is Baron Crow's territory. It is only three kilometers away from the bridgehead.

It is only seven or eight kilometers away from the Bro River.

This was the final leg of the looting plan.

It was dusk.

Roman arrived at the fifth village.

They will spend their last night in Kansas City here.

It was at this moment that the tail of the convoy appeared faintly in the distance.

Count Condé's reinforcements finally arrived.

According to scouts, there were more than five hundred people.

If they hadn't lost over a thousand conscripts in the early stages, and had managed to gather their forces, these numbers would definitely have caused Roman a lot of trouble.

However, that's not possible now. Roman managed to gather three or four hundred conscripts from the first three villages he raided, but they were taken over before they could be put to use.

They captured another six or seven hundred more. Once those conscripted soldiers were captured, they basically lost their ability to resist.

Therefore, the enemy has mobilized very few troops at present and needs to wait for troops from other places to arrive and assemble.

Roman scoffed, "Ignore them!"

If those people dare to launch an attack, he dares to capture hundreds more able-bodied men.

As expected, they did not launch an attack.

In war, it's either not to fight at all, or to win in one decisive battle.

The worst approach is to use piecemeal tactics, sending them one by one.

What an idiot with absolutely no military awareness!
Now I've finally come to my senses.

It's too late!

……

As evening approached, Count Conde's reinforcements arrived one after another.

They set up camp a kilometer away from the fifth village.

At this time, the town of Sige experienced its last heavy snowfall of the winter.

Even dozens of kilometers away in Kangdeling, the nights become unusually cold.

Roman dismantled everything he could in the fifth village and built a bonfire to ward off the chill.

The numerous slaves then filled all the thatched huts in the fifth village.

Whether lightly or heavily armed, everyone huddled around the campfire, never leaving their weapons behind, sleeping in their armor to prevent enemy night raids.

Even though he believed that Count Conde's conscripts were not suited for night combat, Roman still proceeded with caution.

This mission must not fail at the last minute, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain!

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(End of this chapter)