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Chapter 254 Can’t Escape

The Bohemians want to retreat, but the player is not happy to see the enemy withdraw from the battle.

A small number of players realized that the terrain here was advantageous to them. In this complex mountainous environment, the Bohemians, who had a numerical advantage, could not deploy their formations and form a local multi-on-one situation, allowing players to take advantage of their high individual combat strength.

If the enemy were forced to retreat to an open area where they could set up a formation... given that more than half of their force consisted of spearmen and axe-wielders, even a player, currently only wearing a cotton armor, would have to leave behind a hundred or so corpses if they tried to break through the dense forest of spears.

Therefore, we must not let them leave the mountains and forests; we must keep the Bohemians here until Xiaodao arrives with the main force.

Most players don't realize this. They're not stupid, they're just too lazy to use their brains in the game... If the enemy runs away, of course you have to chase them! Otherwise, where will you get your reputation points and military merits?

When it came time to pursue, the company of Bohemians left behind in the mountains and forests became a particular hindrance.

Most players who were temporarily acting as skirmishers chose to bypass the obstacles, but a small group of stubborn individuals, or those with their own ideas and thoughts, such as Old Cat, went straight for the "obstacles".

So, as Xiao Dao led the remaining members of the Over-the-Mountain Tigers combat team down the mountain path in a small, quick jog, he heard gunshots and shouts of battle echoing through the forest.

Xiao Dao squinted, raised his hand to signal the team to stop, and then quickly climbed up a protruding rock, taking out his binoculars to observe the battle situation.

However, the forest was quite lush, and even in the snowy winter when many leaves had fallen, Xiao Dao couldn't see much.

"Damn, the visibility is terrible!"

Xiao Dao cursed under his breath, put away his binoculars, and began to pay attention to the various sounds coming from the mountains and forests.

The sounds from downwind included gunshots, shouts of battle, and the clanging of clashing weapons, all interwoven into a chaotic symphony. From these sounds, Xiao Dao could tell that the battle was exceptionally intense.

Xiao Dao knew a little about the situation on the battlefield below. He learned a lot from the players on the front lines by having the player messengers log off.

But despite knowing this, Xiao Dao had no way to command those scattered players.

The Overlord Tigers Clan currently has the most players across the entire server; however, it is also the most disorganized. Apart from the Clan Leader, Little Knife Stabs His Butt, no one else can command them to do anything.

For example, if a three-stage firing formation is formed, unless Xiao Dao personally gives the order on the battlefield, the other members of the Over-the-Mountain Tiger battle group will not do it at all, but will open fire on their own.

Even so, once the members of the Overmountain Tigers are out of Little Knife's sight, they basically play by themselves, and Little Knife can forget about commanding them from a distance, let alone being a fountain commander... not even a thought.

This is the problem with players in the Overlords of the Mountain: excessive subjective motivation leads to a serious lack of teamwork.

Everyone wants to fight in their own way and pursue their own moment of glory, but they neglect the overall tactical layout and teamwork.

In this situation, the commander's command can often only be effective within a small area. Once the distance is slightly greater, it becomes difficult to maintain effective command.

This flaw is inherent in the Overlord Tigers faction and cannot be corrected unless the faction's foundation is changed.

Forget it, let's not think too much about it and get on our way.

……

Colonel Carlos von Stein's riding boots pounded heavily over the frozen pool of blood, the hem of his cobalt blue uniform smeared with snow and mud.

His troops were retreating along the winding mountain road, with spearmen in front and musketeers bringing up the rear. The supply wagons creaked and groaned as they rolled over the frozen ground, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge.

"Colonel, the axle of supply wagon number three is cracked."

The adjutant on horseback caught up and reported to Colonel Carlos in a low voice from the left. The white breath exhaled by his warhorse was hot and scorching.

This adjutant was not the aristocratic playboy who wanted to bring a woman into the army; he was Carlos's own personal assistant, a young man of commoner origin with outstanding military talent.

"Discard it, ignore it!" Carlos gave the order decisively, his eyes cold and resolute.

"Sir, I suggest we take the supplies from the vehicle with us, or burn them on the spot, so that they won't be used by the enemy."

The adjutant made the suggestion eagerly.

"No, adjutant, I would rather the enemy take the goods from the supply wagons."

Carlos turned around expressionlessly, the increasingly dense gunfire in the forest making his eyes grow colder. Judging from the noise, Captain Morris clearly wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"In this way, the enemy carrying heavy loads can be slowed down a little, allowing us to go further."

The adjutant was taken aback, but then understood and immediately turned to carry out the order.

Just then, a crisp gunshot rang out from the forest, followed by the screams of Bohemian soldiers. Carlos looked up and raised his binoculars, and saw several players holding flintlock pistols at the edge of the forest in the distance, with wisps of smoke rising from the muzzles.

"Damn it, it's the enemy!"

Carlos cursed under his breath, quickly drew his longsword from his waist, and shouted an order.

"Attention all personnel! The enemy is in the woods on the left. Musketeers, prepare to return fire. Do not stop, move and fire, fire freely!"

The Bohemian Musketeers reacted quickly, setting up their arquebuses under the cover of rocks and trees.

After a series of rapid "clicks," flames erupted, and lead bullets trailed pale blue smoke as they hurtled towards the area where the players were located in the forest on the left.

However, the players responded just as quickly and skillfully. As soon as the gunshots fell, they nimbly changed positions using the scattered rocks and dense tree trunks in the forest.

A Bohemian musketeer had just aimed at a player when, in the blink of an eye, the opponent disappeared behind a giant rock on the other side.

Carlos glanced at them and knew that these enemies were elite skirmishers, so he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​sending men to pursue them.

This attack had happened several times already. Each gunshot made Carlos's brow twitch. His frustration made him want to personally go up and fight these players to the death.

"Damn it, who are these people?"

Carlos cursed under his breath, his fingers gripping the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His eyes swept across the battlefield, where the Bohemian soldiers, under his command, were struggling to maintain their formation and engaging in sporadic skirmishes with the enemy skirmishers.

The adjutant seemed to sense Carlos's agitation and said softly.

"Colonel, such harassment tactics are annoying, but at least it shows that the enemy does not have enough troops for a full-scale attack. As long as we maintain our formation and speed up our retreat, we can get rid of them."

Carlos couldn't even be bothered to nod in response to such correct but meaningless words. His anxiety stemmed not only from the harassment, but also from...

"Sir!!!"

A messenger rode up at full speed, bringing bad news.

"Captain Morris has retreated with his men... The enemy is catching up."

Carlos's face twitched, and he turned his head to look around at the surrounding terrain.

"Halt! First and Second Companies, proceed quickly to occupy the hill on the right. The rest of you, stand in formation here... We're not leaving. We'll fight the Bagnian barbarians right here!"

(End of this chapter)