The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Of course it wasn't over, because up to this moment, Qin Ze looked at the devastated battlefield and guessed that perhaps only tens of thousands of Golts were killed.

Is this a lot of kills? It's really too little.

Compared with the hundreds of thousands of people killed in the battle of Yanluo Mountain last year, these few people are nothing. This battle will never end unless they are all wiped out.

But the next battle would require more reliance on the troops on the left and right wings. Qin Ze looked up at the sky. The pale sky gradually turned red. In a moment, the outline of a new red sun emerged. Once it appeared, the colorful clouds quickly captured the entire sky.

The cold and dry night disappeared without a trace, the morning sun was shining brightly, and the joyful and lively orange beams spread over everything. The two Yan armies that had formed an encirclement from the north and south were now marching in the sun.

Although the night has faded, the cold has not yet dissipated. The galloping war horses spewed out puffs of white air, and their iron hooves trampled the dry grass that was dyed silver by the frost. The rolling wheels rolled over the ground, and the long battle line was shrinking amid the flying grass and sand.

And within this encirclement was the Goltish army, which had fought a fierce battle for half a night but had gained nothing and instead suffered heavy losses. Now, they were evacuating in a hurry.

However, the more thorough the preparations and the more concentrated the troops were, the more difficult it was to change direction and evacuate at this moment. The usual linear formation was rigid and clumsy, and inconvenient to maneuver, so even the evacuation seemed slow and clumsy.

The 46th Division, which was the vanguard, had been completely wiped out at this time, and after Klein's death, the command system of the 53rd Division was in chaos, and the current strength of the troops had been reduced to the point where only one tenth remained. The soldiers who were lucky enough to survive were now exhausted, panting, and all thinking about leaving the battlefield as soon as possible, because until now, there were still shells falling on their heads.

The artillery range of the Yan Army is too far, and they need to run at least two to three kilometers before they can escape the artillery coverage area.

They had evacuated in a hurry and now looked like a defeated army, like dogs that had lost their homes. This made Lieutenant General Hopkins, who was in the middle of it, angry and anxious, but more of it was a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart.

Lieutenant General Hopkins, who had led troops in many battles for many years, could not even remember how many battles he had fought. But in the current battle, he had not even set foot into the enemy's position and was about to lead his troops in a disastrous retreat. The retreat meant that the deaths of those soldiers who had sacrificed were almost worthless.

Because the Yan army's position had not been broken, there would certainly not be too many casualties in the Yan army. In addition, the danger of the Macedonian military factory had not been eliminated. Such a disgraceful evacuation could be regarded as a complete defeat.

Not long ago, he had personally issued an order to continue fighting, but now it was going against his will. This made Hopkins feel particularly distressed, but the order was issued from the rear troops, so he could only choose to obey.

"Alas!" Hopkins, riding on his warhorse, sighed heavily.

He looked ahead and saw that the retreating army was in chaos. Even some artillerymen didn't even bother to carry their artillery. Everyone was fleeing in panic, but Hopkins could not blame them for the situation.

During the several hours of fighting, the artillery shells fired by the enemy were so powerful that the repeated explosions not only took the lives of many people, but also made those who were still alive feel a deep fear. Even I, after learning that the entire army had retreated, couldn't help but feel relieved in my heart.

In a battle like this, the gap is too big and cannot be made up by relying on military strength. Choosing to preserve combat power and retreat is indeed the best solution at the moment.

Thinking of this, Hopkins turned his head and looked behind him. When his sight gradually rose from the tops of the infantrymen's heads, the Yan Army's position appeared in his field of vision. Unlike the blurriness at night, the Yan Army's position was now very clear. They did not come out of the position and were still conducting long-range shooting, which made Hopkins feel relieved.

Although we have not yet escaped the artillery range, at least the enemy has not taken advantage of the victory to pursue us, which is... not a bad thing after all.

Thinking this in his heart, Hopkins turned around and shouted:

"Quick! Retreat to our base camp!"

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"Oh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A burst of sporadic but gradually intensive gunfire rang out from both sides, getting closer and closer. Lieutenant General Harbaugh, who was at the forefront of the retreat, suddenly looked ugly.

The winter morning was still cold, and cold sweat slowly slid from his forehead to the tip of his nose. Lieutenant General Harbaugh raised his eyes and looked around, and saw the thing he least wanted to see.

The Yan army that had encircled us from both wings at some point was now exchanging fire with our side. The increasingly dense gunfire came from the left and right wings. Perhaps because there was still some distance, the gunfire was not loud yet. But hearing the gunfire meant that the enemy had been prepared and was now charging towards us!

Their intention is to prevent their own evacuation!

Although he had already judged the danger, Lieutenant General Harbaugh couldn't help but murmured:

"That enemy position that was impossible to break through was actually just a bait?"

As he murmured, anxious shouts came from far away.

"Sir! The enemy is outflanking us! They have a lot of troops and are attacking us!"

As these increasingly urgent shouts echoed in his ears one after another, Harbo felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His face was stiff, as if he was frozen.

He suddenly realized that during last night's fierce battle, the Yan army had unknowingly deployed more troops outside the battlefield, and now they were conducting a siege!

This actually coincides with my original idea!

But it is the enemy who is launching the encirclement and suppression now!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire was becoming more and more intense. The left and right wings of the Goltish army were all cavalry. They were exchanging fire with the Yan army, and their opponents were also composed of cavalry.

But although they are all cavalry, there is a gap between them that is as big as a chasm.

The cavalry of the Yan Army were armed with percussion rifled rifles. Both sides were in motion, but the accuracy of the bullets fired by the Yan Army was far superior to the flintlock rifles of the Gothic cavalry. After only a short exchange of fire, the Gothic cavalry had suffered heavy casualties.

Then, one urgent battle report after another was transmitted to Lieutenant General Harbo who was in the center of the army. Harbo knew that he had fallen into a trap, so he had no choice but to give the order:

"Don't fight any longer, evacuate as soon as possible!!"

Although such an order was given, since the enemy troops had already appeared, they might have already organized a line from farther away. Habo could only hope that the Yan army was not moving so quickly and had not completely copied them from behind.

It was almost eight o'clock and the sky was already bright, but Lieutenant General Harbaugh felt that his hands holding the reins were so cold that they hurt.