Chapter 81: Xi Ya's Decision

  In the distance on the big road, there appeared group after group of people's shadows. These shadows were in threes and twos, strolling on the road and the open fields on both sides, looking like hundreds or thousands in number.

  These people, judging from their attire, were all dressed in Byzantine-style uniforms or armor, but most of them were already tattered and worn out. Some didn't even have shoes on, some weren't wearing armor, and there were even those who didn't have shirts on, exposing their upper bodies. What was even more astonishing was that some people only had a pair of underwear wrapped around them. These people weakly ran towards this place with a lost and disheveled look, like a dog that had lost its home. Most of them had injuries on their bodies, with blood-stained clothes, and many were supporting each other as they walked unsteadily, looking utterly miserable!

  In the distance, a few war horses finally appeared, but only the two horses in front had people on them. The saddles of the horses behind were empty, and the two knights riding at the front were also leaning to one side, with one of them even lying flat on the saddle, it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

  The horseman quickly overtook the fleeing infantry and arrived at the entrance of the camp first. The officer guarding the camp did not open the door, but stood on the watchtower, staring sternly at the people below. The archers on both sides still held their bows and arrows high, with the arrowheads pointing at the people below.

  "Who goes there! Report your identity! Otherwise, kill without mercy!!"

  A rider on the left horse, wearing a tattered light armor, his face covered in blood, with an arrow still stuck in his left shoulder! His hoarse voice was almost unrecognizable, and it was clear that he was crying: "I am a soldier of the 9th Legion's Scout Battalion! This is our battalion commander, Captain Ross, he's heavily injured!! The 9th Legion has been completely annihilated! The Odin people suddenly appeared and launched a surprise attack on our garrison! Our general led the Imperial Guard and all the cavalry of the Scout Battalion to cover the retreat of the remaining troops, but the general was killed in battle! Only two of us survived from the rearguard!"

  As he spoke, he finally exhausted his strength, fell off the horse and landed on the ground, tremblingly took out a badge from his arms and held it high, but could no longer say a word.

  The gate officer was also a seasoned veteran, and he didn't immediately order the opening of the gate. Instead, he stared at the people below for two moments before saying in a low voice, "Don't open the gate, stay vigilant!"

  As he spoke, he leaped off the platform and jumped outside the railing wall. With one hand on the hilt of his sword, he walked up to that person's side, picked up the badge, and took a look. He then looked at the other person who was dying on the horse, lifted their disheveled hair, and took a glance. His face suddenly changed drastically!

  "Captain Ross? I know you! We've had a drink together! You, you..."

  The officer slumped over the horse was on his last breath, and only now managed to barely open his eyes. His lifeless gaze swept across the people in front of him, his lips trembled a few times, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

  "It's over... it's all over... the 9th... the 9th legion is finished... the 2nd, the 2nd legion too... it was, it was Blackstone, Odin people, ambushed... ambushed..."

  He spat out a mouthful of blood and stopped breathing!

  The camp officer's face twisted in a grimace as he spun around and bellowed: "Open the door! Open it now!! Doctor!! Get all doctors here!! Now!!"

  When the camp gate opened, those panicked fleeing soldiers seemed to have finally gotten a glimmer of hope and rushed over like madmen.

  The officer's face was stern, he gritted his teeth and grabbed a subordinate next to him: "You immediately lead the troops to search around! Gather the defeated soldiers...... At the same time, be vigilant! If you encounter the enemy, do not engage, come back and report immediately!!"

  As he spoke, he quickly gave a few orders and then rushed wildly towards the central army camp.

  The news of defeat spread like a dark cloud and in just a moment it had reached every corner of the garrison!

  The Second Legion of the Central Route and the Ninth Legion of the Eastern Route have been defeated! The most famous general of the Odine Empire, the greatest nightmare in the hearts of the Byzantine army, the war god Hestin, used a surprise attack to launch a series of raids, breaking through the Second and Ninth Legions, pursuing and killing for 200 miles, beheading countless soldiers. Then, his whereabouts became unknown!!

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  Although nominally a military envoy, many people knew that this Lord Bonfret was actually here to gain experience and fame. The main force marched north to fight, but he stayed behind in the rear at least hundreds of miles away from the front line, what kind of "observation" is this?

  However, after all, in terms of status, the main force went north to fight, and the troops left behind were only some guards, infantry, auxiliary soldiers, and logistics personnel. The highest military officer stationed was only a battalion commander, so Sir Bonfret, who had the title of observer envoy, became the number one person in charge of the garrison.

  When the camp officer rushed into the central tent, this lord had just gotten out of bed. The officer almost kicked over the servant guarding in front of the tent and rushed in. This lord, wearing a snow-white silk nightgown, sat there, with a young servant with a head full of golden hair standing in front of him, holding up a crystal mirror. Lord Bonfrere was carefully applying a milky white honey to his beautiful face - said to be the most popular skin care product among the nobles in the imperial capital of Osgilia, made from high-quality sheep's milk cheese, honey, and some special spices transported from overseas trade.

  The officer rushed into the tent, and Lord's face was covered with a layer of snow white. Seeing this officer stumbling in, Lord immediately shouted in a sharp voice: "Bastard! Who let you rush in!"

  "Observation has led to a big matter... something big has happened." The camp officer's face darkened as he quickly recounted the events from outside.

  Bang!

  The golden box in Bonfret's hand fell to the ground, and the honey spilled onto the soft woolen blanket. Then this gentleman's body began to shake uncontrollably.

  "You, you, what are you saying? Collapse, collapse, defeat... Black, Black's... Blackstone... Fight, fight, fight..."

  Look at the lord's appearance, as if he would faint at any moment. The camp officer shouted anxiously: "My lord! You are now the highest commander in the garrison, please give orders immediately!"

  "Ah! Oh, uh..." Bonfret seemed to have come back to his senses, then suddenly jumped up like a rabbit and shouted: "Give the order! Give, give what order!!"

  The officer's face turned iron-green, and he shouted loudly: "Of course it is a military order!! You are the highest commander, what we should do now, naturally depends on your command!"

  "What, how to do..." Bonfret trembled and suddenly shouted crazily: "Of course we run!! Damn it! Damn the Second Legion! Damn the Ninth Legion!! How could they collapse!! Hastings is coming! Do we still have a way out? Who can defeat Hastings! Quick, quick run! Quick escape!!"

  He rushed to the back of the tent like a madman, barefoot and running while shouting: "Come on! Get ready! See a ghost! Where's my coat? Where's my armor?! Fool, go get the horse quickly!!!"

  The officer's face twitched with muscle spasms, and he rushed forward in large strides to block the way: "Sir! You can't run at this time! You are the commander here, once you run first, then the military heart will be greatly disturbed, we..."

  "Bastard! What did you say?!" Bonfret violently pushed the officer away, his voice trembling with a shrill cry: "Aren't you supposed to be strong?! Aren't you the 13th Legion?! Hasting was left to you to resist! Damn it! Do you know who I am?! What position I hold?! If I suffer even a little harm, you, all of you will..."

  He also ignored the curses and rushed into the tent, starting to drink and scold. The several attendants he brought with him quickly started collecting things while rolling and crawling.

  The officer's face turned red with rage, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, and his teeth clenched so hard they were chattering.

  Just then, two loud shouts came from outside the tent: "You can't go in!" Following that, there were a few muffled sounds and the flap of the large tent was pulled open. Xia Ya strode in from outside, glanced at the camp officer, nodded to him and said in a low voice: "You go out and do what you need to do, I'll deal with this guy."

  The camp officer naturally recognized Xia Ya, who was a personal soldier of General Adrick and had a much higher status than ordinary soldiers. Moreover, it was said that he had made great contributions this time after being injured and would be promoted soon. Xia Ya's name had some fame among the staying officers in the rear base, so although the camp officer's military rank was much higher than Xia Ya's, he usually treated him with courtesy. Seeing Xia Ya come in, he thought that as a general's personal soldier, he should be easier to talk to than himself, an assistant camp officer, and nodded at Xia Ya before hastily running out.

  Xia Ya didn't care about the two attendants who came out to block him, and with one punch and one kick, they were knocked to the ground. Then, he strode in and saw that the nobleman with a face as white as sheep's milk was still hastily putting on his robe. Xia Ya went up and grabbed the opponent's neck with one hand, lifted him up and threw him down with a low voice.

  This fall nearly broke Bongfreed's waist, and he lay on the ground, cursing angrily: "What a scoundrel you are! How dare you be rude to me! Do you know who I am...?"

  "Whatever." Xia Ya waved her hand impatiently and curled her lip, saying: "Isn't he just that little white-faced guy who sells his butt in the Imperial City?"

  "……" Bonfret was stunned, his face smeared with a thick layer of white cream, making it impossible to see his original features. However, after hearing what Xia Ya said, he suddenly became enraged, his facial muscles contorting, and he opened his mouth to let out a sharp cry: "You! You bastard! What did you just say?!"

  Xia Ya rushed up, and a slap landed on Bonfret's face. The jazz half of his face instantly swelled high, and Bonfret let out a miserable cry. Xia Ya quickly pulled out a dagger from his boot, the same one General Adrick had given him. The snow-white blade tip was pressed against Bonfret's throat. Xia Ya's face wore a ferocious smile: "Noble sir? I don't care if you're selling your ass or something else. If you dare to shout again, I'll stab you dead before talking. Guess whether I have the guts to do it?"

  Although Bonfret didn't believe the other person dared to kill him, with a dagger pressed against his throat, he didn't dare use his precious life to test this guy's courage - this guy had a sinister face, definitely not a good person, and his own valuable body couldn't be treated as an equal by such a madman...

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