Chapter 220 Mendes: Who is more powerful, me or Leon?
"Kill!"
The newly born Dongxi had just shown some traces in the distant horizon. The Walras people, who woke up with hunger, heard a very familiar cry of killing.
If it had been the past, the soldiers of the Walras Kingdom would have immediately picked up their weapons and rushed out to fight.
However...
ever since they hurriedly retreated north from outside the city of Rubble Castle, this scene was too familiar.
Sometimes it's evening, sometimes it's midnight, sometimes it's early morning.
The army of the Kingdom of Idrit understands the essence of "taking advantage of someone's illness and taking his life".
Therefore, not only did they closely follow Walras' army, but they also continued to harass them again and again.
And each time it was just a sneak attack by a small force, with the large force following far behind, in order to prevent the Walrasians from suddenly having a headache and deciding to fight to the death, so as to avoid unnecessary losses.
After all...
Judging from the current situation, the longer time passes, the weaker this southern front army, which is all hungry, will become.
From here, we can naturally see the disadvantages of a vast territory.
Although the Kingdom of Walras has a vast territory, in this era where information transmission methods are extremely backward, communication between the front and the rear can be said to be extremely slow.
Olof Bondi could contact Ramesh Gulen, the commander of the Eastern Front Army.
But the problem is...
how much food does Lamesiel have?
What's more, at this time, the Eastern Front Army was also undergoing a strategic transition. Before the defense line was completely stabilized, there was no way to provide substantial help to the Southern Front Army.
So much so that the army, led by Second Class Tabroolov Bundy, had now reached a point where it needed to rely on killing horses to replenish its rations.
Therefore, when the familiar cry of killing lingered in their ears, the Walras people had packed up their bedclothes very skillfully.
He planned to continue running towards the north under the leadership of a group of Walrasian nobles.
Just run to Bolton City and everything will be fine!
Even though the capital city of Norton once fell into the hands of the Antolians, the walls of Bolton City are tall and strong after all, which can give the army under Olof Bondi a little breather.
Only this time, the attack from the Idrit Kingdom was not pure harassment.
The reason why Mendez, the second prince of the Kingdom of Idrit, was able to serve as the commander of this army was because his reputation was not just blown.
This is evident simply from the fact that he was able to lead the army of the Kingdom of Iderit and hold on to Gravel Castle for so long.
And the harassments over and over again in these days were his temptations one after another.
He does not have the elite soldiers of Antolia in his hands, so... he can only wait until the Walras people are tired of running for their lives and have become accustomed to the harassment and attacks of the Idrits, and then they can seize the opportunity to deliver the most fatal blow. !
Yes, this time, almost all the Idrit troops under Mendez were dispatched.
They had already taken advantage of the darkness to spread out in all directions of this hungry army. Just waiting for the clear morning light to cross the gray sky, and just waiting for Mendes to give the order, they waved their weapons one by one and howled. Then head up.
I have to say that Mendes does have something.
After these days of invasion, even if he had no idea what the little red bottle of Antolia was, the prince of the Idrit Kingdom had already brought the morale of the Idrit army to an unprecedented level. s level.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"The Iderites are attacking!"
In fact, Olof Bondi, the commander of the southern front army as the second-class Tablo, was not unaware of the Iderites' tricks.
But the problem is that he can't come up with a better way. Even if they send troops to the rear, all the hungry troops can't stop the Iderits with high morale.
And this is precisely the excellent matching mechanism of the Northern Continent.
Even though the Walrasians are famous for their combat prowess, they still cannot escape the framework and settings of this matching mechanism.
Seeing the Idrit troops attacking from all directions, the only thing Olof Bondi could do in his life was to lead his own soldiers to open a gap under the siege of the Idrits, and then Fight and retreat.
not far away.
Surrounded by a group of personal guards, Mendes is adjusting the situation of this almost one-sided battle.
The exhausted Walras people were obviously on the verge of collapse. Even if the morale of Walras' regular army still existed, the largest number of slave soldiers were already in chaos. In this era,
under the tense situation of the soldiers, most of them A roar in the middle of the night could cause the camp to explode.
Even though the Walrasian war team was trying its best to save the situation, the victory in this war was irreversible.
"His Highness's plan is really pleasing to the eye."
Next to Mendez, an Idrit noble who wanted to remain anonymous lost no time in flattering him.
Hearing this, His Royal Highness the Prince couldn't help but turn around and asked calmly:
"How does it compare with the Antolians?"
"This..."
After hearing this, the nobleman who was thinking about moving forward again said Silently shrank back.
As the prince of the Iderit Kingdom, Mendez Francis had already received news from the north.
When the figures of the Antolian people appeared on the Andal border, both the Walras and the Andal people were shocked by the crazy war plan of the Antolian army to cross the Principality of Norton from south to north. .
But the most shocked ones are definitely the Iderits!
When the Walrasian southern army hurriedly evacuated from the outside of the Gravel Castle, Mendez thought about countless possibilities in his mind.
But what he didn't expect at all was that the fact was the most impossible one he thought!
Everything that the army led by the young marquis did, even thinking about it at this time, makes Mendes feel unbelievable.
Two thousand people!
With only two thousand people, they achieved results that tens of thousands of Iderit troops had never achieved!
In a sense, it even indirectly saved the fate of Gravel Fort and the fate of Idrit's army.
So...
at this moment, listening to the praise of the Idrit noble.
Mendes's mood can be said to be quite complicated.
If it were in the past, he would definitely be overjoyed with the results in front of him.
But with the Antolian precedent in front of him, Mendes only felt that there was nothing to be proud of.
"Count Felden? What do you think?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the envoy who was sent to the south bank of the Meyerson River.
"His Royal Highness is no worse than that Marquis."
Count Feilden said without hesitation.
And...
(End of chapter)