Not long after the major left, the marshal's main formation came here. Although it was the main formation, there were only about two thousand people. However, since there was a brigade following him, no one felt that such troops were thin.

"Marson! The vanguard team is in vain, please help me!" The left-behind captain actually appeared in front of everyone with a look of escaping from death after a fierce battle. The soldiers following him were even more miserable, and they were dying, and the war horses fell to death on the spot.

Everyone was startled and immediately bandaged their wounds. The soldiers and officers around were all extremely angry and kept cursing the thief.

When did the proud and noble marshal guards pass so miserable?

"Where is it? How could I be ambushed?" Marshal Zotra Reinhart couldn't help but frown.

He couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with the officers of the Forward Team.

I don’t know how many times I have warned them all along the way, so I must pay attention to the investigation, but why are I ambushed?

"In a depression twenty kilometers south, the thieves were either lurking in trees or lurking underground. The scouts sent in front did not find them at all, so we..." The captain said this with a look of pain, and then fell into a coma.

The soldiers who helped bandage were carefully checked, and then they turned around and reported: "There was too much blood loss, but nothing serious."

"How many enemies are there?" Marshal Zotra had no choice but to ask the soldiers who were about to fall into a coma.

"Report to the Marshal, there are many enemies, densely packed, about two or three thousand people." A soldier struggled to salute Zuotra and said weakly.

"Marson, do we need to wait for the troops behind to arrive?" A staff officer next to Zotra suddenly asked.

Zotra had not answered yet, and another staff officer answered first: "The guard is hundreds of kilometers away from us. It will take at least two hours to wait for them to arrive here. Even if the thieves are eliminated, the organization of one of our brigades will be over!"

Another staff officer also said: "That's right, although there are more than 3,000 people on the other side and we only have more than two of them, but the other side is a thief, and we are the marshal's personal guards, and our combat power is definitely better than them!

"And the most important thing is that we cannot let a precedent for a brigade of thieves to be annihilated by thieves! If it is heard, our marshal's personal guard will definitely be shameless to see people! Your Excellency Marshal, for the honor of our marshal's personal guard, please give an order!"

As soon as this was said, the marshal's personal guards who heard this looked at Zotra with a hot face.

Zuo Tiela understood that if the world knew that a large group of guards was annihilated by a group of thieves, it would definitely cause a sensation on the entire continent, and the nobles of the empire would definitely sarcastically mock him.

Zotra, who believed in his personal guard's ability to fight, nodded and said, "Leave a team to take care of the wounded, and the rest of them set out immediately to rescue their companions and eliminate the thieves!"

"The personal guards are invincible!" The personal guards roared and immediately rode their horses and started running wildly.

The five soldiers who stayed to take care of the injured looked at the departing guards with regret. Only when they could no longer see the trace did they start to move their injured companions together.

A soldier muttered, "Oh, it's so unlucky, a reward just flew away."

A soldier beside him said helplessly: "Agree to accept his fate, who told us that we are more like medical soldiers than combat soldiers? Hey? Sir, are you awake? Uh..."

The soldier covered his blood-spraying throat and looked at the captain in shock.

The captain drew a knife and wiped him, looking at the soldiers who were already scarred around him, and had just solved the remaining soldiers neatly. He smiled and said to the corpses of the soldiers all over the ground: "Sorry, you are so unlucky."

Speaking of this, he glanced at the soldiers who were shaking in shape, but still stood upright with a firm face and nodded with satisfaction: "You are the greatest warriors of our allies. Over the years, everyone abandoned their clan name and courage, gave up all honors, and hid beside the enemy and endured humiliation. Thank you for your hard work!" As he said that, he struggled to send a strange military salute to the soldiers, and the soldiers returned the salute with the same military salute.

"Now that the mission is completed, there is no longer anything we have to do with us. We can finally go back and enjoy the respect and glory of our tribesmen. Now let us-"

He said this, waved his hand and shouted, "Go back to China!"

The soldiers shouted excitedly, "Return to China! Return to China!", but their injuries immediately turned into moans after shouting a few times.

Seeing this, the captain could only shake his head helplessly. It was really not human to do self-harm. He and the soldiers supported each other and left this place.

After the marshal's formation was galloping for a while, the vanguard troops found several cavalrymen who turned around and fled. Needless to say, they must be thieves pursuing the captain and others!

Without saying a word, they immediately stepped forward to kill.

Then I saw several breakouts out on the road, but the thieves caught up with the bodies of their colleagues who were killed. The miserable death made the marshal's personal guards even more angry, and they wanted to appear in front of the thieves and fight.

He ran for a while, and there was a sound of fighting in the distance. The Marshal's personal guard was excited when he heard the sound. While shouting the slogan "The personal guard is invincible!", he reported the message to his colleagues, while speeding up and rushing towards the source of the sound.

The officer leading the team in front was a little hesitant because the captain's intelligence was wrong. It was not a depression in front, but a valley. Could it be that the vanguard team was fighting and fleeing and fleeing here?

After rushing to the hillside and seeing the situation in the valley, he immediately shouted in horror: "No! I ambushed in the middle! Stop quickly!"

There were indeed a large number of thieves in the valley, but there was no one in the imperial uniforms!

Although they shouted loudly, they did not take action. Instead, they set up an attack formation here, and there were rows of horse-rejecting railings in front of the attack formation!

Although the officer shouted loudly, the accelerating war horses, especially when charging downhill, could not stop! What's even more troublesome is that there were shouts of killing sounds behind him at the same time!

The other party wanted to drive all of them down the valley!

"Charge! Only by breaking through the fence and obtaining a flat ground can we gather to resist! Charge me!" Zotra understood that if he made a decision right now, his more than 2,000 people would be wiped out by sandwiched on the hillside, and immediately pulled out his sword and shouted.

The officers immediately conveyed the commander's order to the entire army. The guards, who were originally a little panicked, immediately rushed towards the fence in the valley with their blood. The spears on the fence were not in their eyes at all.

The thieves in the valley were not panicked when they saw the enemy's ambush. Instead, they gathered their formations to rush towards them. The sound of horse hooves like drums, the imposing knights and the swords shining with cold light, the thieves who had not undergone strict training couldn't help but panic.

Among the thieves, a tall man with a machete in his hand roared: "Babys! Why are you panic? There is a fence in front of us to block it! Hold the spear tightly at the enemy, and stab me the damn! Kill a soldier and give me ten gold coins! One hundred officers! Kill that old guy Zotra! Reward ten thousand gold coins! Kill me!"

This great man is the leader of the Mandala thieves group. His name is very simple, it is Mandala.

After he issued the reward order, he saw that his subordinates were excited by their reward orders and their morale was greatly boosted. He nodded in satisfaction and said to a subordinate beside him: "The two deputy commanders have a good time to master."

The subordinate said with a flattering look: "This is not thanks to the wise guidance of the group leader."

Mandala smiled and said, "Haha, this is also the brothers who are willing to obey the command of this regiment commander, otherwise how could there be such an opportunity?"

"You are polite, the regiment commander. As long as Marshal Zotra is eliminated this time, our Mandala thieves will definitely be powerful and spread throughout the continent." The subordinate continued to flatter.

"Haha, Shengwei, what's wrong with this group leader doesn't care... I like to kill Zotra this time and get a reward of tens of millions of gold coins."

The subordinate hesitated a little: "Governor leader, the other party is mysterious and has only given a deposit of one million. Will they break the bridge and turn against each other?"

"Don't worry, they have collateral. Anything they sell to any of the three major priests in the north can have tens of millions of gold coins. With this money, I can cede land in a chaotic place and become independent! Then you can all get a nobleman. You should be very clear about my personality. If I eat meat, you will never drink soup!" Mandala looked contented.

All the subordinates who heard this were excited.

They didn't expect that the commander's ambition was so great, but thinking about it, they would be a nobleman by then, and they would be very hot all over. This is a matter of glorification by the eighteen generations of ancestors.

They had no doubt about what Mandala said.

Didn’t he also allocate the deposit of one million gold coins to his subordinates? So he followed him wholeheartedly and did such a big thing.

As for the collateral that can sell tens of millions of gold coins... they didn't ask.

It's a good idea to not know this kind of thing.

While they were talking, the cavalry of the marshal's personal guard rushed towards the fence. In an instant, people were on their backs and horses were overturned, and screams and killing sounds immediately rang out.

The fences of the thieves were not tight. Although a group of marshals stabbed to death with long spears, the impact of the horses still destroyed the first fence in an instant.

The cavalry in the front row rushed forward with sacrificing their lives, while the cavalry in the middle reinforced and killed the surrounding thieves at any time, while the cavalry in the back row rushed to both sides, expanding their own occupation.

Although the thieves were stimulated by money and had their eyes turned red and assassinated a large number of personal guards, the gap between the individual and overall between the thieves and personal guards still made the thieves retreat step by step.

Realizing this, the marshal's personal guard was very energetic and rushed and killed fiercely.

Mandala shouted angrily: "Order the two deputy commanders to increase the attack. You, bring me a team of people to block them!"

The leader who was clicked immediately gathered a team of troops and rushed forward.

The other leaders looked annoyed.

After knowing that the leader of the group wanted to be independent, the leaders had long wanted to show themselves well so that they could get high officials and generous salaries in the future.

The flag behind Mandala shook violently, and the thieves behind who were hiding their personal guards shouted loudly. The personal guards who stayed on the hillside resisted one after another, were driven out of the valley helplessly in the face of the thieves who were swarming in.

After discovering that the marshal's personal guard was completely surrounded, the thieves cheered in unison.

After the leader led the new force to join, the thief who had already retreated gradually fought back to fight back and actually blocked the guards in front of the last fence.

"Marrior, we are surrounded, what should we do now?" an officer asked Zuotra with an anxious look on his face.

A staff officer next to Zotra said angrily: "That damn captain and those soldiers must be traitors! There are only three thousand thieves, but there are more than three thousand in front, and there are more than seven thousand thieves on both sides of the back!"

"Strange, the Mandala thieves group has only a maximum of more than 5,000 people. We killed more than 2,000 people along the way, and there should be more than 3,000 people left. Why did it double all at once?" A staff officer looked puzzled.

“We were plotted from the beginning.”

Facing this tense moment, Marshal Zotra's expression did not change much, but was as casual as usual.

"Why did the Mandala robbers loot the village while I was patrolling the border? Why didn't our vanguard troops appear here? Why did that captain and those soldiers lie about military information?

"This is a trap that was laid out early... The captain and the soldier must have been lurking in by the enemy. He is really patient. In a few years, a recruit could not become a captain."

The officers didn't say anything.

They know why the enemy spent so much time setting up such a trap.

Direct assassination of the marshal will only make the entire army angry and will not weaken the military power: but if the marshal's personal guards are destroyed, it will be a very serious blow to the military power, especially if it is destroyed by thieves.

Who is the enemy?

The surrounding countries are all enemies, and everyone is suspicious, and they may even be enemies in the country.

"Let a brigade dismount and attack the rear, and a brigade follows and expands the results of the battle and expands the space for activity. As long as our horses can run, these thieves are really not enough." Zuotra pointed at the dense thieves behind with contempt.

The head coach's calmness made the officers feel calm.

They were born into the Marshal’s personal guards and were always the most arrogant, but now they are surrounded by a mere group of thieves?

It’s not too funny to say it!

Under the orders of the officers, a large group of cavalry turned over and dismounted, raised their spears, raised their sabers, and rushed towards the thieves who were swarming in. A large group of cavalry followed them closely, slowly expanding their results.
Chapter completed!