Lord of all tribes

Chapter 274
"Why?" Luo Lin said first.

"Why?" Earl Jon was puzzled.

"Why help me?"

What Rowling said was very realistic. In fact, Earl Jon's order to surrender was actually helping Rowling, helping the army led by Garadi to sweep the enemy's alliance battle formation more quickly.

Under such a development trend, it has accelerated the sweep of the northwestern territories of the Reynolds Kingdom by the Galadic Territory.

In fact, Earl Jon could organize his army to retreat to Versilia City and continue to fight Rollin.

With Versilia City's strong defenses, it was much more difficult for Rowling to completely annihilate the military power of Versilia City, so as to achieve the goal of unifying the northwestern part of the kingdom.

Undoubtedly, Earl Jon's move saved Rollin a lot of time and energy. It is not inappropriate for Rollin to ask strangely. Rollin is not arrogant enough to think that it is Earl Jon because he is afraid of his deterrence. Just made such a move.

How could an old fritter like Earl Jon, who has been on the battlefield for decades, choose not to resist at all because of a defeat? This is simply unrealistic.

"I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself."

Earl Jon said calmly, his cloudy eyes were full of seriousness and appreciation.

That's right, Luo Lin did see appreciation in his gaze, just like the kind that elders show to juniors, this kind of gaze made Luo Lin feel strange.

Looking at the silent Rollin, a smile began to appear on Earl Jon's dull face.

"Actually... Versilia was already defeated when I chose to provoke the Galadys." Earl Jon said in a recalled tone, "You are a capable person, and you are even more ambitious. You are destined to be defeated." It is to achieve great things, and it is not a disgrace to my Hearst family to bow my head to you."

After Earl Jon finished speaking, his face straightened, he lowered his head slightly, and performed a standard noble salute.

Luo Lin was very embarrassed. The overlord among the dozens of lords in the northwest of the kingdom, now willingly bowed his head and let the king drive him.

This was an unbelievable thing a year ago. Who would have imagined that the lord of a formerly dilapidated territory now has the power to make decisions in the world.

Because of Earl Jon's surrender, the battle was won easily, and it didn't take long to penetrate the tens of thousands of enemy troops.

The three infantry regiments that belonged to the Galatides took in the surrendered soldiers as quickly as possible, and pursued the fleeing enemies.

Now that the army of Versilia City is under Rollin's control, they have no chance and strength to resist again after being disarmed.

In addition to the army in Versilia City, there are also thousands of defenders from Wobe Fortress and thousands of elite soldiers brought by the gray-robed men.

They became the main targets of the army led by Garadi. Eight hundred snow dragons rode ahead to open the way, constantly harvesting the heads of the enemy troops, and slowing down their rout speed.

The Dragon Guards, Barbarian Squad, Demon Sword Guards and other high-level troops swept across the surrounding area, defeating the surrounding enemies at the fastest speed, making the enemy's rout an inevitable trend.

Viscount Carol, who was evacuating on a horse far ahead, couldn't help but become anxious when he saw the enemy's pursuit so fast.

After receiving the news that Wobe Fortress had been conquered, Viscount Carol actually had a knot in his heart, but before he could get rid of the knot, the army led by Galady arrived in full force.

With almost no time to think, he ran on the horse and started to flee.

His deputy, Mikil, wanted to organize an army for another decisive battle, but he directly refused.

The might of the enemy army made him tremble with fear. The less than [-] troops he had left under his hands were already his last source of sustenance, and he couldn't just waste it here for no reason.

So retreating became Carol's first choice, and of course, it was the only choice in his mind.

He never thought of risking his life for this war. For him, the most important thing is his own life, and the gold coins that are as important as life.

As for other things that can be temporarily discarded, these things can be selectively ignored, and this is the case for Viscount Carol.

"It's because Earl Jon has surrendered."

Mikil quickly caught up with Carol and said in a deep voice.

"What? What did you say? Tell me more clearly?" Carol continued to run forward at a high speed, and asked again without thinking.

"I mean that Earl Jon surrendered, and the city guards of Versilia City surrendered. That's why the battle formation was so easy to penetrate, and the enemy's pursuers came so quickly."

Mikkel spoke loudly this time, making Carol's ears tremble a little.

"How could he surrender? Just surrender? I don't believe it!"

Viscount Carroll's face turned purple, and he shook his head again and again, looking very disbelieving.

"Your Excellency, whether you believe it or not, this is the truth." Mikkel said seriously, "Now please come up with an effective idea, because the enemy's cavalry is too fast, once it is attacked by the enemy's cavalry Catch up and entangle us, and we're done."

"Effective idea? What can I do? That old fellow Earl Jon hurt me a lot!" Viscount Carol cursed loudly, obviously hating Earl Jon to the bone.

From the perspective of Viscount Carroll, he actually felt that Earl Jon had betrayed him.

Earl Jon chose to surrender without saying a word. For Viscount Carol, it was undoubtedly a sharp dagger stabbed in his chest, forcing him to a dead corner without any room to move.

"I'll stay and end the rear. Give me a thousand light infantry and a thousand crossbowmen. I can buy at least three hours."

Mikkel's lips began to turn pale, but he continued to insist that staying and dying was actually not much different from sending him to death.

When the momentum is weak, there is no qualification to compete with the enemy's tens of thousands of powerful troops with two thousand soldiers and horses.

They are just using their lives to slow down the progress of the enemy's iron cavalry, and using blood to put heavy pressure on the enemy's legs.

This is destined to be a tragic and desolate battle. Mikkel chose this path not because he wanted to die, but because of many things out of helplessness.

Mikil took a deep breath after saying helplessly. He relied on Carol for everything now. It is undoubtedly Mikil’s responsibility and duty to obey orders, and he has never Never shied away.

At this moment, in order for Carol to escape more calmly, Mikil volunteered to take the initiative to use his flesh and blood to resist the speed of the enemy's advance.

(End of this chapter)