In the dark night, flames ignited in the woods, illuminating the battlefield. The soldiers had heavy expressions in the statistical results.
Under the reflection of the flames, corpses were placed in the middle.
"More than forty of our soldiers died."
The battle damage of more than 20% is a terrible proportion. In front of Warthog Orcs, there is no such thing as serious injury. Once the vital part is hit, it will be a certain death.
Colin was fortunate that in this war, no soldiers retreated after the dead. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Quinn.
This guy's performance in the war was very good. Lord Ryan's vision was indeed not comparable to his own. He looked down on the other party before.
If Quinn hadn't taken up the banner at the last moment, I'm afraid they would have been forced to escape and then be chased by Orcs.
"Your Majesty Commander will calculate our merits, as well as theirs."
Colin said and pointed to the forty-two people who died on the ground. Their two centurions lost more than 20% in one battle. At this moment, he did not know whether Lord Ryan would punish him after returning to the legion.
"Tomorrow, we will send these Orcs's corpses to Baron Moore's territory, and then I will ask him for command of his army. Only with more soldiers can we win the next war."
The Knight Commander Wellen of Moore Barony is also a Bronze Knight. In addition to him, there is another Bronze Knight and more than twenty Apprentice Knight. Together with ordinary soldiers, they are also a powerful combat force and must be utilized.
Otherwise, if he really brings one hundred and eighty people back to Lord Ryan, his Colin's future will really be bleak.
Early the next morning, the corpses of sixty or seventy Warthog Orcs were placed in front of Baron Moore. This Baron was shocked. Looking at the abominable-looking Orcs, Baron did not dare to approach at all.
"You killed all these?"
Baron Moore was shocked, and the soldiers behind Colin and Quinn also raised their heads proudly. This was their victory.
At this moment, no one pays attention to the dead soldiers. The living are the future. The dead have been buried and will be mourned at a specific time.
There was no surprise. The remaining 158 soldiers combined with the 150 soldiers in Moore Barony to form a huge army of 300 people.
Baron Moore still needs some soldiers to guard and suppress the territory, so he is not willing to give more.
Colin took these people back to the forest camp and rebuilt the defense line.
"Lord Centurion, we have discovered a group of refugees."
A soldier came to report in the morning, saying that there were some humans fleeing in the distance and were discovered by the scouts.
"Take me there."
With horse hooves stamping, Colin and his soldiers appeared in front of an embarrassed team. There were about thirty people in this team, and they seemed to come from several families.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Colin asked loudly, making these people a little frightened. Population movement between noble territories is almost non-existent, because if strangers who appear in their territories have no background, they are likely to be captured and used as slaves, losing everything and even becoming the wealth of a certain noble.
Therefore, the vast majority of people in the territory are honest guys, fearing the authority of the lord and the whip of the knight, and obediently plow the land, living, living, plowing the land, day after day.
Just like the previous Quinn.
"We are the farmers of Viscount Harry's Territory... the farmers are Freemen. Viscount Harry was defeated by Orcs. We hid. This morning, we escaped while Orcs was sleeping."
The group of people knelt on the ground and begged the knight for forgiveness. They did not want to be captured and become slaves of a noble. After Viscount Harry drove away Orcs, they would return to their home.
Colin Looking at these sallow and skinny guys, it's actually not too bad. After all, the old, weak, sick and disabled almost died when Orcs first invaded. The guys who have the strength to escape at this time are in much better health than other mud-legged guys.
"From now on, you are my prisoners."
Taking these dozens of people back to the forest position, Colin asked Quinn to select some men to act as soldiers to supplement the two hundred men.
"Ask them about Viscount Harry's Territory's situation. I'm going to write to Mikaela and several of them."
"These people can escape smoothly. It seems that the number of Warthog Orcs coming to our side is not too many, and they may even have been killed by us."
Colin can write. During these years of miserable learning by Frozen Earth Territory, he has been able to express himself with pen and ink.
Feeling the gazes around him, Colin was still a little proud and complacent.
"A bunch of mud-legged people."
About fifteen miles east of Moore Barony, there is a Baron territory, which is the territory of Baron Isaac.
Although from a macro perspective, Orcs is a fan-shaped attack on the noble territory in the south of the kingdom with the royal city as the center, but from the specific performance, it is actually a fan-shaped area composed of blossoming fireworks.
For example, when Viscount Harry's Territory was defeated by more than four thousand Orc Army, these four thousand Warthog Orcs scattered like fireworks and divided into small armies one after another to attack the surrounding Baron leaders.
The entire fan-shaped area is formed in this way. If a powerful territory is defeated by a large number of Orcs, the Orcs will spread into one team after another and go to the territory of the small nobles to fight the autumn wind. If they can win in the territory of the small nobles, the loot that the Warthog Orcss will harvest will be more.
Therefore, after Viscount Harry's Territory was occupied, the surrounding Baron little nobles suffered a disaster. Groups of Warthog Orcs appeared in their territory, and they had no more power to resist.
The arrival of Imperial Legions eased this tense situation. Baron Isaac's territory was waiting for the support of three hundred-man armies at the critical moment.
But soon, these three hundred people, together with Baron Isaac's army, fell into the anxious state of war.
In the field, Bronze Knight's attendant Mikaela was riding on Northern Warhorse. His voice echoed in the sky of the battlefield. His roar had lasted for two hours and he was still not hoarse.
As the war horses charged, the long sword tore open Orc Warrior's bone armor at the moment of contact. He didn't care whether Orc Warrior was dead or not. The war horse charged forward non-stop, walking across the battlefield. No one could stop him, who gradually became more and more courageous in the war.
"For the glory of the empire!"
"For the glory of Ryan!"
He waved Knight's Greatsword, and his loud voice was the flag of all the soldiers on the battlefield, inspiring the soldiers to fight passionately. In this field where wheat seeds should have been planted, blood was flowing all the time on the tragic battlefield. Stimulated by adrenaline, the soldiers could not retreat at all.
"Kill all these damn Orcs!"
Mikaela turned the horse's head and came to several other knights riding war horses. The next moment, the knights charged towards the battlefield again. Although there were only five horses and five knights, they charged on the battlefield. Coming out with an indomitable momentum, Warthog Orcs kept falling in front of them. The surface of the horse armor was already covered with muddy blood. It was not as smooth as clear water, but sticky and stuck to the armor.
However, even so, they still could not completely change the situation on the battlefield, because Baron Isaac's territory was to the south of Viscount Harry's Territory, which was also the main direction of Warthog Orcs's attack after breaking through Viscount Harry's Territory's territory.
"Kill!"
In the majestic burst of energy and blood, Mikaela felt his Seed of Life expand. He seemed to be about to break through, but on such a battlefield, the loss of energy and blood caused by the sudden breakthrough would make him fall into a weak state.
Therefore, he has always suppressed his Qi and blood, preventing them from boiling on their own.
"Even if I fail, after this war is over, Lord Baron's blessing will make me Silver Knight!"
Mikaela thought this way, he has the last choice, so he doesn't care about the feeling of breakthrough at this moment, as long as he maintains his peak condition in this war.
Because he knew very well that if he fell or disappeared, this battlefield would definitely end in collapse, because the number of Warthog Orcs's troops was already 150% of human soldiers.
One-on-one, the tall Warthog Orcs is powerful enough. If it weren't for the villages and towns behind him, and if it weren't for the voice of Mikaela that constantly inspired the soldiers, making the soldiers on the battlefield risk their lives to fight to the death with Warthog Orcs, the war would have collapsed at the first opportunity.
"Kill!"
Throwing Knight's Lance, Mikaela's powerful force directly penetrated one Orc Warrior with the spear. While he saved a soldier, he had no time to look at the other's condition. The long sword fell down and landed on the head of another Orcs. It split the head and separated the two sharp fangs. Mikaela continued non-stop.
He couldn't stop, he could only keep charging and fighting in the most brutal position.
"Don't be afraid, we will win."
Reining the horse again and turning its head, Mikaela's wet palms touched the war horse's neck. The fiery temperature showed that the state of the war horse had reached its limit at this moment. The majestic blood caused a thin layer of mist to emerge on the surface of the war horse's body, and it was also being consumed violently.
The horse armor on it was given by Baron Isaac, which helped the war horse and Mikaela block a large number of Orcs attacks on the first day of arrival. Otherwise, the horse would have died on the battlefield that day.
But today, it's not sure if it can survive.
Perhaps War Horse would not have such emotions, but Mikaela would. As Knight Retainer under Deer Spirit Blessing, he had been loyal to Baron Ryan for more than two years. He was not sure whether his loyalty would continue.
So, he tore off the clothes under his armor skirt, wrapped the cloth strips, and then blindfolded the horse beneath him.
"Don't be afraid, we will definitely win."
Covering the eyes of the war horse, Mikaela charged towards the battlefield again.
This time, without the obstruction of vision, Northern Warhorse does not need to make any judgment. It just needs to keep moving forward until the reins change its direction.
"Kill!"
On the battlefield, soldiers listened in awe to the shouts of killing coming from their ears. They could not raise their heads to look, because this was a battlefield, and the familiar voice in their ears was their flag. The noble knight had stayed on this battlefield for more than three days, and everyone knew that his rest time did not exceed five hours.
The flag and badge belonging to the Isaac Family had been broken, lying in an unknown pool of blood, trampled by Orcs. There might be corpses of soldiers on it, but now the soldiers no longer needed to look at the flag. The blurry sound in their ears, and the direction that they might not even be able to distinguish was their new flag.
"We - won!"
"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"
In the blood, no one knew how much time had passed. The soldiers only felt that their hands were waving instinctively and became weak. However, this series of shouts still made the soldiers stop at a loss and raised their heads to look ahead.
Warthog Orcs are fleeing towards the north of the battlefield. They are in a panic. The courage and bloodthirsty the war brought to them have cooled over time. This war will finally end with the victory of mankind once again.
"Wan Sheng!"
Among the tsunami-like shouts, one could faintly hear that countless voices were hoarse. They were already exhausted. At this moment, most people were sitting on the ground desperately, unwilling to stand up even if the water flowed down the ravine.
"Survived."
Mikaela pulled off the cloth strips from the war horse's eyes, which were already wet with blood. Mikaela, who was wearing armor, insisted on taking off the heavy armor and saddle on the war horse's back, and pulled the reins and walked on the battlefield.
His speed was not fast, and the strong sense of exhaustion made the world in front of him seem to slow down. He walked very slowly, holding his horse. Wherever he passed, all the soldiers looked at him silently. No one could still have the profit to praise a leader after shouting victory, but the silent gaze at the moment was worth a thousand words.
Arriving in the town, Mikaela was still holding on, and he saw Lord Baron here.
"Sir Baron, the soldiers need to rest now. I leave the cleaning of the battlefield to you, as well as food and water. We need to add a lot of water. By the way, control their food and do not allow anyone to eat more than double the usual amount of food."
"Even if they could eat a cow now."
After saying this, Mikaela walked towards the military camp and fell on his wooden bed.
"Sir."
Beside Baron Isaac, an old man shouted in a low voice.
"Forget it, I'll give this letter to him tomorrow. You heard what he just said, why don't you prepare it yet!"
Baron Isaac scolded angrily, and the butler left in panic. The war broke out in front of the Baron mansion. For the whole day, Master Baron was furious with the performance of his soldiers, and the butler did not dare to get into trouble at this time.
Most of the soldiers were carried back because they were so exhausted that it was difficult for them to even move their hands.
"I hope Orcs will not attack tomorrow."
Legion of Light Judgment, the camp within Barony of Turner.
Flying Wolf Cavalry is back. Every day, they have to transmit a lot of information.
"The defense line has been initially stabilized. Since we arrived here, only two territories of Baron have been defeated. All the remaining noble territories have resisted the attack of Orcs."
"Tell this to the nobles in the south of the kingdom, and tell them that I need more supplies."
"Write another letter to Adams and tell him that we will help him regain his throne soon, but the soldiers are fighting and need military expenses, rewards and pensions, and more clothes are needed to replace the blood-soaked warrior clothes."
Legion of Light Judgment was sent by the empire, but that doesn't mean they will help Andara Kingdom for free.
The initial defense stopped Orcs from going south, which proved Imperial Legions's combat effectiveness and ability to fight against Orcs. Next, the kingdom needs to give him more sincerity, so that Ryan can ensure the rhythm and efficiency of this war.
This is not greed, but real, he wants to give money to the soldiers.
"Also, let Adams answer me how many nobles have sworn allegiance to him."
"How can he become the King of the kingdom if he cannot gain the recognition and loyalty of the nobles?"
"If he has gained the loyalty of a large number of nobles, why not until now!"
Ryan's voice turned cold.
"——I have not heard of any territorial noble lord expelling or killing the Church of Dawn clergy in the territory? Why do those churches still exist? Can the immortal and great God of Light be served by them?"
When Ryan spoke up on this matter again, he had already appeared in Baron Moore's territory.
The mighty cavalry regiment and the Legion of Light Judgment flags and Frozen Earth Territory flags that were hunting in mid-air oppressed everyone in Moore Barony and did not dare to show their courage.
Walking in this territory, Ryan looked at Baron Moore.
"Mr. Baron Moore, you are unwilling to give me an answer. Now that I am here in person, can you give me a result?"
The fat Baron Moore was covered in cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't expect that it was also Baron. How could this Baron Ryan's momentum be so terrifying? When he faced the Grand Duke and King, he had never felt like this.
"I... I..."
He was so nervous that he opened his mouth several times not knowing what to say, but Ryan answered his question for him.
"Are you arranging your soldiers to arrest the priests and monks of Church of Morning Radiance?"
Baron Moore reacted, nodded quickly and said:
"Yes, that's right, that's what I planned. I'm about to arrange for soldiers to catch him now, Wellen!"
Knight Commander came out and was greeted by Master Baron's angry curses.
"What are you doing standing there? Why don't you hurry up and grab those damn Dawn Believerss and hand them over to Baron Ryan for disposal!"
Wellen also left bravely. Soon, a group of the Church clergy wearing Dawn robes were arrested. Around them, the people led by Baron were a little nervous and even asked why the Wellen knight wanted to arrest them.
And those who were arrested became even more arrogant.
"What are you doing? What are you doing! This is blasphemy, blasphemy against the great Lord of Dawn. You will all be burned to death by the fire of the Lord. Let me go!"