Ironvine Territory (45)

Victor stood on the shore. Not far away, soldiers were carefully walking onto the pontoon bridge under the command of officers of all ranks. As the floodwaters receded, the valley began to subside again, and the pontoon bridge that had been built earlier became unstable.

"Viscount Victor, why don't you go with this group of troops to the left camp? The pontoon bridge is becoming increasingly unstable and may sink further, at which point we'll have to rebuild it."

Viscount Ferry walked over to Victor and tried to persuade him to leave, but Victor shook his head and refused.

Victor looked at the sky; the sun was shining brightly. Two days had passed since the mudslide, and a foul odor had begun to emanate from the valley. He didn't know if it was the smell of rotting corpses or the stench of the mud stirred up by the mudslide.

After deciding on the retreat plan, the three discussed and decided that in order to prevent problems with the command system, Lenster would first lead a part of the troops from the central camp to the left camp, while Victor and Viscount Ferry would stay in the central camp. Victor would wait for Marvin and Foss from the right camp to lead their troops to a safe area before leaving.

"Viscount Ferry, I remember there's still a batch of lime left over from the camp's construction!"

"It seems so. Let me have someone look for it."

"That's good. Just spread it around the camp; it should at least reduce the time it takes for the plague to break out."

Viscount Ferry nodded quickly, "I'll arrange it right away."

While the two were talking, several soldiers ran over with a man covered in mud. "Sir, we've captured a prisoner."

Victor and Viscount Ferry were puzzled; they hadn't expected that even after so much time, some Allied Army soldiers were still there.

When the mudslide rushed into the valley, some of the War Department were swallowed up by it, but a small number of troops ran back to the garrison camp and became prisoners. Later, some lucky ones survived the mudslide and also ran to the garrison camp to surrender. After all, it was too difficult for them to cross the mudflats formed by the mudslide and run out of the valley on their own. They were short of water and food and could get stuck in the mud at any time.

But now that so much time has passed, it's quite a miracle that this Allied Army soldier survived the mudslide.

Victor and Viscount Ferry were curious and decided to go over and ask the prisoner covered in mud. When the prisoner saw them approaching, he suddenly started to struggle. The soldiers thought he was going to attack the two lords and quickly tried to hold him down. Seeing how much he was struggling, some of them began to draw their swords.

But the prisoner suddenly shouted, "Viscount Ferry, I am Lanko, an informant sent by Lord Lenster."

Viscount Ferry quickly stopped the soldiers, walked over and took a closer look, then hurriedly dismissed them and pulled the prisoner up. "Lanko, it really is you! I didn't expect you to be alive?"

The prisoner wiped his face; it was none other than Lanko, Baron Portland's confidant in the Independent Regiment.

"Viscount Ferry, it's great to finally meet you. I never thought I would survive."

Where is Lord Lenster? I have something to report to him."

"He's not here for now, Lanko. You should get some rest. You'll see him once we've left the valley."

Reassured by Viscount Ferry, Lanko breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was finally safe.

At the time, their Independent Regiment was forced to go to the front line by Rusa and became cannon fodder in the first wave of attacks. When the mudslide broke out, the Independent Regiment tried to retreat together, after all, most of them were traitors of the Ironvine Territory and did not believe that the Ironvine Territory would accept their surrender.

At the time, Lanko still wanted to take the opportunity to escape and stay in the camp, but he was forcibly dragged away by Baron Portland. Perhaps Baron Portland really regarded Lanko as a confidant. Just when the Independent Regiment was halfway there, a mudslide swept them apart.

Lanko was lucky, while Baron Portland was swept to a small hill, thus escaping the mudslide. Along with them, there were also a dozen or so of Baron Portland's soldiers.

However, because the mudslide kept moving, they were unable to leave and remained trapped on the high slope. The group stayed on the high slope for a day and a night, and their food and water ran out.

After the floodwaters receded, they began to leave the high slope and trudged through the mud in an attempt to escape the valley. During this time, Lanko tried to escape, but had no chance.