"what happened?"

Seeing the sudden retreat of the army in the north, the orc officer opposite was also at a loss.

Another orc officer squinted his eyes for a while and said cautiously, "It wouldn't be a trap, would it?"

In the past few days of fighting with the North, they have been disheartened by the traps set by Marquis Garcia many times. It can be said that in this battle, the people from the North they faced were the most difficult to deal with.

Therefore, this time, watching the people from the north suddenly retreat without warning, the orc army did not dare to chase after the first time.

But this hesitant process lasted for more than ten minutes, and the order from the orc emperor finally made the front-line officers issue an order to attack.

woo-

In the dull sound of the horn, countless orcs rushed down along the defensive neutrality left by the retreat of the northerners.

A fatal breach finally appeared in the tight dike, and a surging orc army swept in like a tidal wave.

Emperor Reinhardt immediately ordered the cavalry under his command to cross the flanks, trying to block the advance of the orcs. However, because the retreat of the northern army was too sudden, the gap left was too large, any remedy at this time. It's all too late.

The rout has already taken shape, and it is simply not something that can be salvaged by manpower.

To make matters worse, the actions of the North set a very bad example for the other realms.

Originally, the soldiers from the East, South, and Feiyan collars couldn't work as hard as those from the West, and the tragic fighting over the past few days had worn down their fighting spirit. At this time, when they saw the North's escaping, they all immediately wanted to retreat.

"Lord Duke, the people from the north really escaped!"

Behind the position of the southern army, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a frosty face said to the Duke of St. Landers.

The Duke of St. Landers squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the northern defense zone. The expression on his face became a little complicated, and his tone was quite emotional:

"Master Yarug, you really guessed it right. Hey! I didn't expect Garcia to actually dare to do this!"

"He also has no choice." Maester Yeruger sighed, "Emperor Reinhardt and Duke St. Grian will never agree to withdraw their troops easily. If this continues, the most elite army of the empire will probably be buried here. .

Therefore, he can only use the most decisive method to preserve the vitality of the empire as much as possible. "

The Duke of St. Landers frowned and seemed to be puzzled by Marquis Garcia's choice:

"Then he never thought about doing this, what would be the consequences for himself? He escaped from the battle, causing the imperial army to suffer a great defeat in the Tianduan Mountains, and even causing the entire Western Region to fall completely... He Garcia is responsible for such charges. Are you up?"

Maester Yaluger let out a long sigh and said, "Some people are willing to sacrifice their lives for the survival of the empire, and of course some people are willing to pay for something more precious than their lives - reputation.

Marquis Garcia, is a real knight! "

The Duke of St. Landers glanced at Maester Yaluger and sighed: "It's a pity that his actions will not only be incomprehensible, but will also be the culprit of this defeat, a betrayal who has been spurned by the world."

"True heroes are always like this, and tragedy is their destiny." Bachelor Yarug lowered his head, as if remembering some bad memories, and his emotions were a little out of control.

Fortunately, the Duke of St. Landers did not notice the strangeness of his confidant, because a messenger was galloping on his horse and shouted loudly before he arrived:

"Lord Duke of St. Landers, Your Majesty asks you to send troops immediately to fill the vacancy left by the evacuation of the Northerners!"

The Duke of St. Landers stood silently, motionless, as if he hadn't heard the messenger at all.

The messenger thought that the other party didn't hear clearly, and hurriedly repeated it again.

But the Duke of St. Landers remained silent.

At this time, the messenger also came forward, swiftly turned over and dismounted, gave a hurried salute, and then said again:

"Lord Duke, please immediately..."

Chi!

A silver light flashed.

The head of the messenger soared into the sky.

The Duke of St. Landers withdrew the blood-stained sword indifferently, and said disdainfully:

"This idiot Reinhardt is still trying to remedy this situation."

Maester Yaluger did not follow up. Although he despised the emperor who could not see the situation clearly, he would not show it publicly like the Duke of St. Landers.

The Duke of St. Landers reached out his hand to summon his adjutant and ordered:

"After informing the knights of Keshulu to lead the army, the rest, retreat!"

...

Eastern position.

Earl Nicole looked at the chaotic situation in front of him with a pale face, not knowing what to do.

The sudden retreat of the army in the north completely exposed the flanks of the army in the east to the army of orcs. Reason told him that if he did not retreat quickly, the army in the east would soon face the danger of being attacked by the enemy.

However, the messengers sent by Emperor Reinhardt demanded that they immediately send troops from the east to plug the defensive loopholes left by the retreat of the north.

How is this blocked?

Count Nicole scolded Marquis Garcia for escaping, and at the same time complained about Emperor Reinhardt's unreasonable behavior.

The many officers and nobles around him looked at him eagerly, hoping that he could issue battle orders as soon as possible.

There are also people who exhort with schadenfreude:

"Lord Count, what to do, you should decide quickly!"

Count Nicole looked at the young man who spoke.

Camilla Knight also did not hide his playful gaze at all.

Although he is temporarily in charge of the Eastern Territory, Count Nicole is not surnamed St. Pros after all, and his prestige is difficult to convince the public. This knight of the St. Pros family, who is said to be supported by the royal family, can't wait to replace him.

Earl Nicole knew that under the current situation, the best option was to withdraw the army, and the eastern nobles at the scene were all looking forward to his order to withdraw. After all, no one wanted to bury their army in a doomed defeat. in the battle.

But the sight of the messenger made Count Nicole's back beside him.

If he violated the orders of Emperor Reinhardt, Count Nicole knew very well that he would definitely be held accountable.

But if they continue to fight, will these angry eastern nobles in front of them be instigated by the Camilla Knights and forcibly deprive them of their power?

"Lord Count, what are you still hesitating about?" the messenger urged.

Earl Nicole clenched his fists and was about to speak when he heard someone exclaim:

"Look! The Westerners have also withdrawn!"

Earl Nicole no longer hesitated, and immediately ordered:

"Withdraw!"

...

"Damn! Damn them all!"

Emperor Reinhardt roared wildly, venting his anger and fear.

The Northern Territory, Western Territory, and Eastern Territory have all retreated one after another, and this battle will definitely not be fought.

Even if Emperor Reinhardt was not reconciled, he could only grit his teeth and order:

"withdraw!"

...

Western Frontier~lightnovelpub.net~ Duke St. Grian's quiet gaze swept across the group of Western Frontier nobles gathered in front of him, and slowly said:

"They've all withdrawn, but can we withdraw?"

The expressions of the nobles in the Western Region are different, some are impassioned, some have flickering eyes.

But under the cold eyes of the Duke of St. Grian, no one dared to speak.

The Duke of St. Grian raised his sword forward, and his loud voice, like a glorious sky, clearly spread throughout the entire battlefield:

"Western Knights, I would rather die than retreat!"

"I would rather die than retreat!"

Countless roars converged into one sound, resounding throughout the battlefield.

When the other realms retreated one after another, the army of the western realm became a countercurrent, rushing towards the tide of orcs without hesitation.