Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

Jijiu's head was smashed, but fortunately the armor and helmet he was wearing were strong, coupled with his own martial arts, he did not bleed out like other soldiers.

However, this time he still staggered and was thrown to the ground by the enemy, causing all the soldiers in the guard squadron to pounce on him and save him.

Later, thanks to the addition of these two new forces, the enemy's cowardice finally drove them all down and burned all the ladders.

In the distance, little Viscount Henrietta looked at the burning peak, clenched her hands tightly, and felt no pain even though the blood was flowing.

He knew that the attack had failed again.

He was confused for a moment. He didn't understand why the defenders of Dagan were so vulnerable, and why the Han army was so strong, even though they were all from Dagan.

Is it just a matter of training and armor?

Obviously not. Dagan's elite army and large number of troops are vulnerable to them.

The young Viscount Henrietta knew very well that even if Daqian had the same strength as the Han army, it could not stop their attack, and even abandoned the city and fled a few days ago.

But, why is this Han army?

That was the case back then!

This is also the case now!

With a weak force, they were able to block their 100,000-strong army from moving forward.

"Your Excellency Viscount, don't be discouraged. All of this is because the Daqian people were bewitched by the evil god. Otherwise, they would not be able to be as unafraid of death as believers!"

The bishop on the side was looking for excuses for the little Viscount Henrietta. After all, it was not the empire that suffered heavy losses, but the little Viscount Henrietta who suffered heavy losses. Almost all of the more than 10,000 serf soldiers he led were killed in this single battle. .

As for the imperial standing army, despite the brutal fighting, in fact the casualties were not as many as serf soldiers, but more mercenaries.

The reason why the bishop found an excuse for the little Viscount Henrietta was actually to strengthen the authority of the divine religion in the province of Zecorona. Who made the little Viscount Henrietta the governor of the province of Zecorona? !

"Yes, that must be the case!"

The young Viscount Henrietta agreed with the bishop's statement, "These people are all bewitched by evil gods. Thank you, Lord Bishop, for clearing up my confusion!"

The bishop made a blessing gesture, "God will bless you and destroy these evil gods' relatives and believers!"

As soon as these words came out, little Viscount Henrietta became even more pious.

Although this is a coward's avoidance, not daring to face his heart, these are the things he wants to do now, because he is really too confused, and God is his destination.

After calming down, seeing that the summit pass could no longer be captured today, the young Viscount Henrietta immediately ordered the troops to retreat.

As the order was issued, the soldiers whose attack was not going smoothly were all excited. They didn't want any shield vehicles or trebuchets, and they ran backwards without any structure or rules.

At this time, if a cavalry unit at Fengtou Pass takes the opportunity to cover up the enemy, they might be able to break through the enemy's camp!

"Pity!"

Looking at the hastily retreating Rakshasa Man, the battalion commander could only sigh.

"Battal Commander, Jijiu was seriously injured!"

At this time, the signal corps sent him news that shocked him.

"what?"

..................

On the seventh day of defending Fengtou Pass, Rakshasa Man did not attack, and the Han army continued to clean the battlefield.

"What are our casualties?"

After a night of hard work, the battlefield was barely cleared. At least there were no enemy corpses on the city wall, and all the siege ladders were destroyed.

"The soldiers have suffered heavy losses. There are currently 834 combatants, all of whom are injured. Forty-six soldiers died in their sleep last night."

"The militiamen suffered more losses than the soldiers. Basically everyone was injured, with 2,186 people killed."

After hearing this report, the battalion commander was silent for a long time.

There are only 8,000 people in the entire Fengtou Pass, and more than 3,000 people were killed yesterday. This is too tragic!

Especially the warrior who left in his sleep.

"The forty-six soldiers left alright?"

The general who reported the report was silent for a moment and replied: "There is no pain on his face!"

There was another long silence, and the voices in the headquarters became much softer. Almost half of the people who were killed in the battle yesterday could not be so careless.

"How many casualties did the enemy have?"

Regarding this question, the generals could only shake their heads.

"I don't know. I just know that their losses were much greater than ours. The number of people killed in the battle yesterday was no less than ten thousand. No more can be counted. But what can be concluded is that in these days, the enemy has lost no less than two people in battle. Ten thousand."

After hearing this, the battalion commander grinned and seemed to be smiling.

"That's good. At least the enemy suffered more casualties than us, so it's not a loss for us!"

But no one in the crowd was smiling, and no one was happy.

The battalion commander could also see it, so he directly ordered:

"The Rakshasa Barbarians will definitely not come to attack today. The losses were so huge yesterday, and they also need to rest, so everyone takes turns to rest. Let's prepare to retreat at night!"

"Yes!"

That night, the soldiers were ready to retreat, and dummies were placed on the city wall one by one.

"Have all the soldiers been buried?"

"They are all buried, but the people cannot be completely identified, and very few people have erected monuments!"

"Did the trebuchet destroy it?"

"It was dismantled and burned during the day!"

"How are the arrows, armor, weapons, and food prepared?"

"Everything has been packed up and evacuated during the day, and an extra set of armor has been placed in the two forts, and three more arrows have been placed! As for the food, a lot of food has also been transported upwards, and the food and material reserves can no longer be put away! "

Looking at Fengtou Pass, which was already like an empty city, the battalion commander sighed and issued an order.

"Retreat!"