Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

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Chapter 100 Chapter 99 Ghost Army

"what's going on?"

Bruce was dumbfounded when he first arrived at the camp.

Not to mention that as soon as his troops arrived, the soldiers in the battalion were like frightened birds. With continuous sharp whistles, they formed a scattered formation and threw their spears at themselves.

Even after realizing that it was his own people who came, the army formation fell apart immediately, and Bruce was dumbfounded by the loose demeanor.

The soldiers looked as if they hadn't woken up, with vain faces and heavy eye circles. As soon as they were disbanded, they ran back to their tents, and no one scouted or guarded them.

Discipline was lax, the military was in disarray, the air was full of the smell of horse manure and human manure, and no one cleaned it up.

It seems that everyone has lost their energy.

Is this still the Roman Legion in my impression?

Why such a bird?

The commander looked attentive, but still couldn't help showing tiredness, and said, "Your Excellency, you don't know that the soldiers have been attacked countless times in just a few days."

"But it's not like this!"

Bruce said seriously: "You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise, according to the law, these soldiers, even you, will be punished!"

The commander took him to the big tent and said as he walked, "We didn't do this at first. We trained, reconnaissance, and sent people on duty as usual."

He paused, showing an ugly smile, and opened the curtain: "But suddenly one day, a strange army attacked us."

Bruce got in: "Strange troops?"

"Yes, it's a team of riders." The commander nodded.

"Isn't that the cavalry?" Bruce frowned.

"It's a little different, they're faster than normal cavalry, and their primary weapon isn't a sword."

Bruce froze for a moment, sat down and said, "What is that?"

The corner of the commander's mouth twitched: "A bow and arrow."

"Cavalry archers, a cavalry composed of archers?" Bruce looked a little serious.

"Yes, when they attack, they never confront us head-on, just shoot arrows from a distance,"

The commander sighed: "After we caught up, they ran away on horseback. We couldn't catch up with them at all."

"But they are shooting arrows on horseback, so they must not be too accurate. We have a large shield for defense, so why should we be afraid?" Bruce was puzzled.

"But what they shoot is a dense array of arrows, and there will always be soldiers who are not careful to be hit..."

The commander smiled bitterly: "And their bows and arrows are also a little different."

"How is it different?"

The commander took out the arrow from his bag, took a step forward, and handed it over with both hands.

Bruce took it, looked it over for a while, and a look of surprise flashed across his face: "This is..."

The commander said: "We have never seen such an arrow before. The soldiers who were shot at first thought it was no big deal, so they used brute force to pull it out directly..."

Bruce looked at the barb on the arrowhead, and didn't dare to imagine the scene of forcibly pulling it out.

The commander went on to say: "As a result, a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off, and the medical officer who treated the arrow afterward also found that they had smeared feces and carrion on the arrowhead.

It caused the wounds of those soldiers who were accidentally shot to rot away day by day..."

The corner of Bruce's mouth twitched: "It's really vicious!"

"yes,"

The commander nodded: "So the soldiers don't want to be shot, so every time the arrow formation is shot from the opposite side, no matter how tight the formation is, it will loosen, and the morale of the army will always be uncontrollably rioting."

"Ah, it's conceivable." Bruce sighed.

"Then they'll attack from the flank while we're turbulent and unstable," he said.

The commander's tone was full of helplessness: "By the time we reacted and wanted to chase, the cavalry who charged had already withdrawn, and then they fired indiscriminately again."

"How cunning!" Bruce gritted his teeth.

"And it doesn't stop, the other side often comes over to harass day and night.

Sometimes they attack from the east with great momentum, but after we form an formation, they disappear again, wasting our energy in vain;

Other times, from the west, we approached quietly at night, shooting arrows at sleeping soldiers, or setting fire to our granaries. "

The commander's expression seemed to be about to cry: "It's just a headache."

Bruce was silent for a long time, stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you."

The commander showed joy: "Thank you for your understanding."

Bruce said "hmm": "But don't worry, from now on, I will command the entire army!"

"Yes!"

"And I swear in the name of Jupiter, I will never let the other party be so rampant again!"

......

"The commander on the other side is sick!"

A roar pierced the night sky.

Bruce was hysterical, squawking like a rooster waiting to be slaughtered.

But he hasn't finished complaining yet.

The herald came panting: "My lord... Nan, there are a lot of horseshoes approaching from the south! The other side is beating drums! We seem to have seen a big banner!"

"How many people!" Bruce was furious.

"There seem to be tens of thousands!"

"Tens of thousands! He just said that there are tens of thousands in the north, how could it be tens of thousands in the south!" Bruce roared.

"But the scouts did see traces of a large group of people!"

Bruce shouted: "Let the fourth and fifth teams block first, assist the cavalry in flank reconnaissance, and look for fighters to enter the battle!"

"My lord! The west side is on fire!" The commander ran over, screaming at the top of his lungs

"What! Find someone to put out the fire!"

Bruce had just finished speaking.

The herald came running again: "My lord, the movement in the north has disappeared! The auxiliary cavalry reconnaissance found that it seemed that only a small army was dragging branches and running around!"

At the same time, someone ran over again: "My lord, the troops in the east have just withdrawn and were attacked by troops from nowhere!"

Bruce was almost soaring to the sky with a mouthful of old blood.

Honestly, up to this point, Bruce feels like a dog, having been slipped like this for days.

The opponent's ability to grasp the timing was almost perfect, as if he could read his heart. Whenever he ordered to attack, the opponent's army retreated, and then he ordered to rest, and the opponent just attacked.

Chasing but not being able to catch up, retreating and being bitten back, weak points are always targeted, and defense points are always in vain.

Morale is lost in this kind of wasted work.

Bruce has never met such an opponent, slipping like a loach.

He even felt that if it took a little longer, his team would break up without breaking up.

But fortunately, Paulinus should come here as soon as he received the information here.

Thinking of this, Bruce not only breathed a long sigh of relief, but subconsciously looked towards the rolling mountains to the north.

And at the same time, the other party never expected that he started the war here with great fanfare, just to attract the attention of the enemy army, but the emperor himself had already secretly left along the mountain road.

So next, just set up an ambush to hold this army back.

Combined with the siege of Paulinus, they will be wiped out in one fell swoop!

"Order, the whole army retreats! All retreat!"

Bruce waved his hand and ordered: "No matter what the opponent does, you are not allowed to attack!"

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Chapter 101 Chapter 100 If you catch up with me, I will let you hehehe

Among the mountains, there is a highland with lush grass and forests.

The silver-haired man stood silently on the high ground, looking out into the wind with his hands behind his back.

The spring breeze rolled up a light gray robe, and the creatures like swallows and eagles on the robe seemed to be flying high.

The rider with sword and bow galloped forward, rolled off his horse, and knelt down on one knee: "My lord, the Romans have withdrawn!"

"Withdrawn?"

Neos raised his handsome eyebrows: "Where did you withdraw?"

"Go east, back toward the sea."

"interesting,"

Nios chuckled: "The loss is not big, and the advantage is still there, but you choose to withdraw at this time?"

The rider was silent.

Neos turned his head: "How is the defender in London?"