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"Your Majesty said so."

"Your Majesty, if those fleeing soldiers do not change their route, we can send several cavalry battalions to pursue them at full speed. We should be able to catch up with them within a few days."

"Their marching speed is not as fast as ours," the scout said firmly.

Hearing this, Qin Ze fell into deep thought.

With the ponies, their marching speed was indeed not slow. The defeated soldiers fled in a hurry two nights ago. According to the soldiers, most of them were infantrymen, and cavalry accounted for only a small part. In this way, even if they escaped, their marching speed would not be much faster.

Sending troops to pursue them might be feasible, but this is the Golts' territory after all, and they are more familiar with it. If we cannot annihilate them, they will just flee to various places. If we pursue them in depth, the cavalry will most likely lose their way.

Thinking of this, Qin Ze shook his head and said, "That's not necessary."

"But since there is a possibility of pursuit, you should scout as far forward as possible, but don't expose yourself to the enemy."

As soon as these words came out, the scout nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Qin Ze said: "That's it for now."

"You guys continue to scout and see if there is any good opportunity. This group of defeated soldiers fled in such a panic that the leader must have been frightened out of his wits."

"Maybe...it can be used."

"Go ahead, explore further and report back."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

-

In the evening of January 7th.

Tachino, who was on the road with the defeated soldiers, had a worried look on his face.

If he was happy that he brought more than 19,000 soldiers with him when he escaped from the military factory before, because the large number of people could make the serious crime of "deserter" less severe, it might not even be called "deserter" but "tactical retreat."

But now it is different. The large number of people has become a burden. There are only more than 1,000 cavalrymen among more than 19,000 people, which makes the marching speed extremely slow.

He could not ignore these people and leave the main force directly, otherwise he would be labeled a "deserter". For this reason, in distress, Tachino could only choose to let the soldiers abandon the heavy artillery and increase the marching speed as much as possible.

But even so, the marching speed was still too slow in his opinion. You know, the Macedonian military factory had fallen four nights ago, and the Yan people seemed to be extremely fast in both fighting and marching, which made Tachino worried.

According to common sense, the Yan Army, which had just acquired the Macedonian military factory, should have rested for a few days, but it would be very troublesome if they chose to send out an army to continue marching.

If it were any other enemy, Tachino would not have thought so, but this time the Yan people have demonstrated their fighting style, so this worry has been bothering him.

The idea of ​​disbanding the team on the spot and letting them escape on their own once occurred to Tachino, but he quickly rejected it because he could not bear the responsibility.

Only by bringing this defeated army to the Heinrich military base near the entrance of the Enzos Mountains could this "escape" be reasonably transformed into a "tactical retreat". To this end, he summoned several officers in this team early on and asked them to speak with one voice and fully cooperate with his statement.

But what if the Yan people chased after them? It was absolutely impossible to fight with them. Once they fought, they would die miserably.

"If they really catch up, we'll just have to run for our lives..." After some consideration, the upset Tachino could only think this.

Just at this moment, a lieutenant beside him suddenly shouted:

"Sir! Look ahead!"

The sudden shout startled Tachino who was deep in thought, and when he looked up, a look of joy appeared in his eyes.

A team of more than ten cavalrymen were coming towards them, and they were their own people.

A moment later, as the group of people came to him, Tachino learned that they were messengers from the Heinrich Military Base.

When the messengers saw Tachino and his group, everyone was surprised.

"Sir, what's going on? How come you are here?" Lieutenant Mod, the captain of the messenger team, asked in surprise.

Although he raised the question, he had noticed a moment ago that the troops were loose and listless, and it was obvious that they had suffered a battle.

Combined with Harris and his group whom he met on the road earlier, he could probably judge that the situation at the Macedonian military factory must be extremely bad.

"The Macedonian military factory has fallen." Tachino said with a sad face.

Although they had a premonition, when they heard the news with their own ears, all the messengers were horrified.

The night before, they met Harris and his party on the way to the military factory. Harris said that the troops coming from Port Brulo to support the military factory had been defeated by the Yan Army. The military factory was in danger and the Yan people were about to launch an attack on the military factory.

What Harris said was undoubtedly shocking news, because the information received by the military base before was that Port Foster had fallen and the Macedonian military factory might be attacked by the Yan people. For this reason, General Brewster, commander of the Fourth Army in the military base, urgently dispatched three divisions of troops to the Macedonian military factory, and they came forward to deliver the message first.

But while the main force was still on the way, the Macedonian military factory had already fallen!

In just one week, the defense lines were broken again and again, from the loss of Port Foster to the fall of the Macedonian military factory, so fast that people could not even react.

Looking at the horrified messengers, Tachino sighed:

"That's what happened. The Yan people were too fast to defend the military factory. We fought with the enemy for a long time after the military factory was breached, but we were unable to stop them. In order to preserve our manpower and recapture the military factory in the future, we could only choose to make a tactical retreat."

"This...Alas!" Lieutenant Mod sighed in annoyance.

"Has the military base sent support troops?" Tachino asked.

"Well, the main force is on the way, but now..."

Before he could finish his words, Tachino asked anxiously, "How many troops?"

"Three divisions of troops." Mod replied with a frown.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tachino slapped his forehead and said in annoyance: "It's too little, far from enough, you know..."

Before he finished speaking, Maude interrupted with a frustrated look on his face: "Sir, General Harris has already told us this."

Tachino quickly put down his hand and said, "Did you meet Harris on the road?"

"Well, General Harris brought very few people with him, only a few hundred men. He said that the reinforcements from Port Brulo had been defeated. We knew that the three divisions sent this time might not be enough."

"When General Harris meets our troops on the road, they may change their plans."

Tachino said urgently: "We must change the plan!"

"How can three divisions be enough? We need at least an army group to defeat those damn Yan people!"