Chapter 647: Fight and Never Retreat

"How exactly did you command? We only have 5,000 people, and 200 of them died?"

When the enemy left, the merchant Husaifit rushed out from the rear and questioned Heslamo loudly.

He completely forgot that he, who was responsible for stabilizing the rear, almost took the lead in running away when the enemy's iron torrent rushed up just now.

Heslamo was silent. He grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, rubbed it on the palm of his hand, and then raised his head and looked at the fat merchant who made him disgusted.

"If you want to lead the army, I can give my position to you."

There was no provocation in Herasmo's tone, as if he was stating a fact, but this fact was enough to shut up the merchant Husaifit.

"Can't our cavalry stop them?"

The leader of the travelers stepped forward and asked softly.

He was not looking for trouble like the leader of the merchants, but he really didn't understand, so he asked.

"Cavalry without plate armor is courting death when fighting against heavy cavalry."

Before Heslamo could speak, the leader of the herdsmen had already answered for him.

"What will they do next? How do you want to deal with it?"

The merchant Husaifit calmed down and asked.

The herdsmen leader and the traveler leader also looked at Heslamo, waiting for his answer.

Heslamo rubbed the hilt of the sword a few times with his dirt-stained hands, raised his head and said: "They can't break through the armored battle formation, so the rear army is their breakthrough point."

Everyone followed his gaze and looked at the messy rear army.

The two thousand armored soldiers in the front, although not very professional soldiers, are the defenders of the nameless city, and they still look like soldiers while marching.

The more than three thousand people in the back are purely composed of thieves, robbers, merchants, and herdsmen. It is better to say that they are ordinary people who want to fight for money rather than warriors.

In this case, it is inevitable that they will become the weakness of the entire army. It is not easy for Heslamo to see this, after all, he is not a military officer.

"This..."

After hearing this guess, the most terrified person was the merchant leader. The rear army is under his charge. If something goes wrong... He is greedy and afraid of death, and does not want to put himself in danger.

"I will lead the front army, and you will organize the rear army. We must stop the enemy and not collapse."

The words of the merchant leader made the traveler leader and the herdsman leader frown.

"Okay, but I have to give Casseldo's cavalry to me,"

said Heslamo.

The rear army has 3,000 soldiers, of which 1,000 are cavalry composed of herdsmen and some bandits. He needs these cavalry.

"Okay."

Without waiting for the herdsman leader to answer, the merchant Husaifit answered for him.

The herdsman leader frowned and did not refute, but the three of them were a little dissatisfied with the merchant.

The merchant also felt that the atmosphere was weird, but at this time he would not care so much.

The army went out to fight, and the military rations were all funded by him, so he thought he had the right to take the lead.

In addition, saving his life was the most important thing at this time, so he could not be humble.

"Let's do it this way, quickly organize the army, the enemy is about to attack."

The merchant Husaifit urged, and then left the three people, shouting for the front army to stand in battle formation.

The three looked at each other, and they could see something strange in each other's eyes, but they said nothing, and turned to the rear army.

Under the city wall, two thousand cavalrymen had already re-arranged their battle formations and were ready to set off, but at this time, the horse slave found the horse chaser.

"I think we should abandon the armor and the enemy and just charge at the rear."

Ma Nu looked at Zhu Ma worriedly. He himself couldn't understand why he came up to say this.

Logically speaking, if Zhu Ma died, it would be the best result for him to control Xiliang City, but he didn't think so at this moment.

He hoped that Zhu Ma was alive and hoped that he could realize his ambition.

Suddenly, he thought of a sentence from Teacher Biao.

He once said that some people are born heroes. They are passionate and brilliant, and they always attract people to live and die for them.

In his memory, he asked the teacher what to do when he met such a person.

The teacher said that as a spy, all the people you can meet are enemies, and the best choice is to kill him.

The teacher said this in a joking tone, and when he entered Xiliang as a spy, no one told him that Xiliang City was an enemy.

This is just a gate that the alliance must control, nothing more, and essentially, Zhuma is not an enemy.

He comforted himself with this reason.

"Even if all the 3,000 people behind are killed, it will not destroy the enemy's will. Only by breaking their strongest point can we really make them afraid."

Zhuma had a smile on his face under the helmet. He reached out and patted Ma Nu's helmet, then retracted his hand and pounded on his chest: "Don't think too much, there is no retreat until there is a fight."

"There is no retreat until there is a fight."

Ma Nu responded and returned to his team.

After the two teams of cavalry were organized, Ma Nu led his own Xiliang Iron Cavalry to the rear of the enemy.

After waiting for a while, the Zhuma team began to slowly accelerate.

More than a thousand Xiliang Iron Cavalry, led by their Duke Zhuma, rushed into the battlefield.

Amid the rumbling sound, Zhuma put on his mask and the team began to accelerate.

"Formation, formation should be more strict, hold on, hold on."

Merchant Husaifit roared in the team. He never knew that war was so terrible. If he had known this earlier, he swore that he would never set foot on this land.

"Fire."

A muffled military order came from Zhuma's helmet, and then he put down the spear in his hand, and the warriors behind him also put down their spears.

His legs began to desperately clamp the warhorse, making the warhorse charge forward madly.

In front of him was a forest of spears, and Zhuma did not retreat at all.

Through the gaps in the armor, you can see that his eyes are filled with excitement and mania. This is his battlefield, and this is the first time in his life that he has seen a real enemy.

Whether it is secretly seizing the throne or fighting openly and secretly with other cities, in his opinion, that is not his real battlefield.

The enemy he longs for is just like the one in front of him, both powerful and indisputable.

Zhuma knew that this was because he was too deeply influenced by the culture of the Alliance and always regarded this continent as a whole.

This was because the most popular doctrine in the Alliance was great unification.

He did not resist such thoughts, but was influenced by them and always felt that civil war was not a war, and this kind of battle was the battlefield he longed for.

The warhorse was facing the enemy, and it roared desperately, trying to find a gap in the spear to rush forward, but there was no gap in front of it.

Zhuma pulled the reins with his right hand and lifted his body up. The warhorse understood his thoughts and jumped up suddenly.

The warhorse, wearing heavy armor and carrying the sturdy Zhuma on its back, could not jump very high, but it was enough to prevent those spears from piercing straight into its body.

The heavy horse and armor, along with Zhuma, smashed into the enemy, instantly crushing the spear under it, and the body rushed towards the enemy fiercely.

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, the first person was directly knocked back by Zhuma, and a big hole was smashed into his iron-like plate armor.

"Kill."

Zhuma roared, and stabbed the second row of enemies with all his strength with the spear in his hand.

"Crack."

The spear broke through the armor and stabbed into the enemy's body.

"Bang bang bang..."

On the entire front line, the cavalry rushed forward frantically, and the cavalry and infantry came into full contact.

Zhuma didn't care about left and right, and his right hand loosened the spear and directly picked up the long sword from the left side of the warhorse.

The long sword had no sheath, and was hung directly on the horse for the convenience of grabbing the sword.

Because the cavalrymen were all wearing heavy armor, they were not afraid of hurting themselves.

He picked up the long sword and slashed wildly to the left and right, and the enemy's long spear behind him also stabbed over, not at him, but at the warhorse he was sitting on.

The long spear was covered with a dim light, which was the fighting power in the enemy's mouth.

"Puff."

The long spear went along the horse's mouth and directly stabbed the warhorse's head.

The spear head penetrated out from the armor behind the horse's head and pierced into the abdomen of the horse, about an inch into the body.

"Snap."

The horse swung the sword to cut off the enemy's spear body, and directly pulled up the enemy's spear head, and his body rolled to the ground because of the fall of the warhorse.

It would be too dangerous if he fell to the ground at this moment, but he was fearless. He stood up and swung his long sword to kill the enemies around him.

"Click."

A broad sword blocked his long sword, and he almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand.

The cavalry behind him also knew that the Duke was in danger, and rushed forward madly, knocking away several enemies on his left and right, so that he was temporarily safe.

But those iron cavalry who went deep into the enemy camp were knocked off their horses by the enemy almost instantly, and then chopped into several pieces.

The enemy's combat power far exceeded theirs.

The charge of more than a thousand heavy cavalry also slowly stopped. This was the time when the iron cavalry was the most vulnerable.

Is it going to stop here?

Zhu Ma was heartbroken. He held a knife in his right hand and a gun in his left hand. He stood on the battlefield blankly, watching his warriors rush forward madly and then be chopped off by the enemy.

"Kill."

He roared, stepped over the enemy's corpse, and began to rush forward.

Just as he was ready to rush into the enemy camp regardless of life or death, the sound of war drums came from behind.

The surrounding Iron Knights also heard the sound of war drums. This special rhythm represented the order to open up space for friendly troops to rush forward.

Horse slave?

In an instant, Zhu Ma thought of this person, because apart from him, there were no other Iron Knights in Xiliang City.

Zhu Ma did not charge forward again, but began to retreat slowly. The cavalrymen beside him also fought and retreated, and gathered together tightly, leaving several gaps.

"Western Liang Iron Cavalry, we will fight and never retreat."

A shout of killing rang out behind him, and then countless cavalrymen rushed out madly in those gaps, just like they did before, and resolutely rushed into the enemy formation.

The enemy formation that just wanted to counterattack was instantly suppressed by the cavalrymen who rushed up frantically.

While retreating, Zhu Ma saw the figure of Ma Nu. He jumped high and rushed into the enemy formation without hesitation, and his figure was submerged by the enemy formation.

"Retreat, reorganize the army, and come again."

Zhuma took a deep look at the direction where the horse slave disappeared, and roared with regret.

The cavalry, who had lost their speed, controlled the horses to retreat and quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

At this time, the friendly troops who came to support were also in trouble. After completing the reorganization of the army, Zhuma grabbed a horse and led the army into the battlefield again.

Xiliang Iron Cavalry, there is no retreat until there is a fight.

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