Chapter 218 Leon will never forget his little red bottle
On the Andal border, colorful flags fluttered in the wind.
There was a commotion around the camp.
The increasingly hot temperatures made the soldiers particularly restless.
As the warm wind carrying gravel rubbed their faces, the high morale in the soldiers seemed to pour out in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, conscripts from various noble realms were lining up one after another to the loud beats of pipes and drums.
Although the knights wear shining armor and the militiamen wear shabby cloth armor, cloth armor is also armor! Everyone is the same!
In addition, the coalition forces from the eastern countries and the expeditionary force of the Principality of Policia finally formed their formations at this moment.
Looking from a distance, there is a vast area of darkness.
However, chaos is chaos, and this is the average level of military discipline in this era.
Yubel Harlin didn't care either.
You know, an army like the Antolians is just a bug.
The scene in front of me is the normal situation before the expedition.
Since the communication with Leon was quite smooth, Yubel Harin immediately decided to stud.
There was no time to even wait for the arrival of the 10,000 reinforcements from the royal capital.
After all...
if the reinforcements from the royal capital are waiting to arrive, then the Walrasian southern army coming from the south of the Principality of Norton must also arrive.
Things like fighter planes are all about fleetingness.
Since the current situation is very good, it is natural to make a bold move to wash away the shame of the Andal Kingdom's embarrassing retreat in the previous confrontation.
And the nobles wearing full sets of armor also looked like they were beaten to death.
no way.
After all, the land of the Duke of Norton needs to be governed by nobles.
If you can get more military exploits, you can get more benefits after this battle.
The nobles are all very shrewd, and this can naturally be seen.
The direct consequence of this is that all of Antolia's little red bottles are sold out!
Not only the nobles of the Andal Kingdom are buying, but also the reinforcements rushing to the front line from other countries are buying.
This is the bandwagon effect.
Although they had never seen the efficacy of the little red bottle with their own eyes, they could not stop the nobles of the Kingdom of Andal from continuing to benefit.
Anyway, you can’t buy it, you can’t buy it, you can’t buy it, you can’t buy it, you can’t buy it, you can’t buy it, you can’t buy it, you can’t buy it. The troops have already been sent out, is there still a little money left?
This undoubtedly makes Leon feel particularly gratified.
The stronger the Andal army is, the sooner this war will end, and the sooner he will be able to go back to fish and farm.
And as Yubel Harin finally finished shouting loud slogans in front of the army, this large army finally began to move slowly in the direction of Walras' camp.
Although the formation was slightly chaotic, this huge army of forty to fifty thousand people was enough to bring enough deterrence to the enemy on the opposite side.
...
Lamesiel Grenn looked at the Andal army not far away, which was already in battle formation.
A little worry couldn't help but arise in my heart.
Yes, Walrasians can indeed fight.
However, with an extremely obvious numerical disadvantage, the reason why the Walrasian Eastern Army was able to confront the Kingdom of Andal on the border was just based on their illustrious reputation in the past.
Now, the capture of Brownibent and the pouring of the little red bottle were enough to make the soldiers of the Andal Kingdom temporarily forget their fear of the Walras people.
So much so that Rameshir Gulen was facing a dilemma at this time.
The Walras people are indeed brave, but in many cases, bravery does not mean that they have well-developed limbs and simple minds. At least the Walrasian nobles, especially the Walrasian royal family, were not simple-minded.
To fight or not to fight?
If we were to fight, the probability of winning would be extremely slim.
But if they don't fight, even if they can retain their strength, escaping without a fight will still be a failure on Lamesiel Gulen's resume.
"Damn it! Damn this guy Olof Bundy!"
Lemesiel Gulen couldn't hold back for a while and cursed.
"Retreat!"
"Retreat!"
After repeated weighing in his heart, Lamesiel finally made a decision.
A military intelligence briefing on the current situation in the Principality of Norton had been rushed to the King of Walras a few days ago.
Compared with the complete defeat of the entire army after the battle, retreating directly can at least ensure the effective strength of one's subordinates to the greatest extent. According to the Andal nobles, this is called a strategic shift!
But...
retreat is retreat.
It is impossible for everyone in Walras's army to ride a four-legged war horse.
For example, those slave soldiers with scruffy clothes had to be abandoned by Lamesiel and used as human sandbags in the back.
So much so that the Andal soldiers, who had been bullied by the Walrasians, felt for the first time that their bodies were also full of power.
After just one round of arrows, the slave soldiers who were left behind were already in disarray. The entire battlefield turned into a mess, and there were fierce shouts of killing everywhere.
The cavalry led by Leon himself was rampaging among the Walrasian army. You must know that the cavalry held by Leon at this time was not just the Antolian who temporarily exchanged steps for riding. army.
There is also the Andal Guards Cavalry that was just transferred by Yubel Harin.
Even Leon, a marquis, and even protected by several personal guards, personally killed dozens of panicked soldiers in front of many Andal nobles.
Not for anything else, but to further consolidate his own reputation.
Reputation is a double-edged sword.
When you can survive and develop, naturally the lower the better, but if you can't survive anymore, you have to change your mind. The louder it is, the more likely it is to scare the little ones who covet the Jimena family's wealth and land.
"I suggest that we take advantage of the victory and pursue it, march eastward along the south bank of the Chilun River, and hit Bolton directly!"
When Leon stepped into the camp wearing armor stained red by blood, he gave the advice without hesitation. own suggestions.
The corners of Yubel Harin's mouth twitched slightly.
He felt that Leon was a bit radical.
But...
it suits his taste!
If we cannot seize the opportunity to pursue the victory and drive the Walras people to the north bank of the Chilun River in one go, then if we wait for these barbarians from the north to come to their senses, it is really impossible to say when this war will end.
Leon wants this war to end quickly, and as the Minister of Military Affairs, Yubel Harin doesn't want to?
After all, every day the war lasts, the expenditure of the Andal Kingdom will increase a lot.
"But traveling long distances will inevitably lead to a decline in morale. The Marquis's idea is certainly good, but he inevitably overestimates the capabilities of the Andal soldiers, right?" A certain
nobleman in the camp put forward a different opinion.
"Isn't there a little red bottle?"
Hearing this, Leon couldn't help but reveal a polite smile on his face.
(End of chapter)