Chapter 448 Adams lost again

"Bomb." A huge explosion rolled up a piece of smoke, and a soldier shook off the dust off his body and ran into a headquarters.

It was in a mess, the map was thrown all over the ground, and several generals were loudly begging a leading commander to retreat.

"Retreat, General Cyril, several points of the Meilan River defense line have been broken by the enemy, and a large number of puppet soldiers are crossing the river. If it is too late, it will be too late!" A general persuaded him.

Another general nodded and said, "General, there are too many troops on the other side, and there are magic cannons to help! Our soldiers suffered too many casualties and are on the verge of collapse. If we don't retreat, there is a danger that the whole army will be destroyed!"

"Half an hour ago, the enemy had captured part of the high ground on the left wing, destroying a magic cannon and catapult position of our army. It is currently expanding the river crossing area. Our army's counterattack has been repulsed by the other side. That is our last reserve." An old general sighed and said.

"Report." The soldier who came in from outside interrupted and shouted.

"What's the matter? Which position is in a hurry again? Cyril sat on a chair with a delusioned face and asked tirelessly with his eyes closed.

"I am a right-wing communication soldier. I have just repelled the enemy's 17th attack. Our army lacks ammunition and bows and arrows. The manager sent me to ask when the supplies will arrive?"

"Materials? There will be no supplies." Cyril sneered: "Our military's defense line has been broken through by the other party, and all the stored materials have been used for the counterattack just now. There are no bows and arrows and magic bullets! Ask your officer to figure it out by himself.

The soldier saluted a military salute, turned around and went out. He didn't want to waste time here. He wanted to return to his position and tell his officer that the supplies had been exhausted.

Looking at the dense puppet army on the other side, these horrible beings are preparing rafts and samps, and the phalanx after another extends far into the distance, and there is no end in sight.

Another magic cannonball exploded in the distance, and the soldiers struggled in the dust, holding their comrades-in-arms in two with blood on their faces. The heartbreaking sound was submerged in the noisy battlefield and could not be recognized.

He held the helmet, bent down, avoided the flying bows and arrows, and quickly ran down to a shelter full of people and corpses.

On the river bank, the puppets who had crossed the river had been connected with the Adams army in the central position, and the fighting on both sides kept coming. With the attack of magic cannons and crossbows, they fell in pieces.

All the way muddy, he stepped on the body and blood and returned to his position. He saw the commander being carried by a group of soldiers and out of the right wing headquarters of Adams' army. His twisted face could not see the original appearance.

"Just a magic cannonball hit the headquarters! All four of them died in the battle, including our General Kava. An officer-like man came to the communication soldier without any expression on his face: "I will take over the command here now. You are responsible to me now."

"It's sir!" The already dull messenger looked at the officer in front of him and saluted a military salute. He knew the speaker. Not long ago, he had just transferred to this unit. The dead commander valued him very much and thought he was a very wise adjutant.

"Send a message to the commanders of several infantry regiments and tell them to retreat immediately! Give up our position!" The middle-aged commander said, "Listen to the sound of artillery on the side of the Chinese army, it seems that they have been broken through. If we hold our position again, we will find death!"

"Yes, sir!" The messenger said.

"You can call me Jack, General Jack." The middle-aged man smiled, as if he was not facing a bloody war, but a banquet.

Soon, Adams' right-wing army began to retreat alone. They gave up their battered positions and retreated in an orderly manner under the cover of cavalry counterattack.

Looking down at the hourglass in his hand, General Jack looked at his messenger on horseback: "The 4th Cavalry Charge! Re retreat with one shot, don't fall in love! The whole army stopped moving forward and rested for 5 minutes!"

Just as Adams' right-wing troops retreated in an orderly manner, the Chinese army was making a final dying struggle on the position. At this moment, they had been surrounded by the puppet army. Cyril sat in a chair and looked at the dense puppet troops not far away, and his eyes were full of regret.

"Report!" A soldier climbed into his command post: "General Cyril! Right-wing troops have begun to retreat! Our second line of defense has been broken through, and it will be too late if we don't retreat!"

Cyril pulled out his sword and shouted loudly, "I won't retreat!" Never step back! Never!" His red eyes scanned several generals in the room, like a hungry jackal.

A general carefully persuaded: "General Cyril, now that our army has collapsed, this is not the time to hold on to it and save the defeat!" Let's retreat with people. It's true loyalty to keep a piece of blood for Adams!"

"General, please think twice!" Several generals also said that the sincerity on his face was admirable, but it was a little strange to hold the sword in his hand.

"Alas..." Cyril sighed, shook his head, withdrew the sword into the scabbard, and seemed to be very entangled and said, "The cavalry on the headquarters and the fourth defense line retreated immediately, and the other soldiers should not inform them! Leave it behind."

"General is wise!" A group of generals packed up their things and moved quickly. Cyril is also not interested in topics such as killing people now. He is more concerned about which direction to retreat from.

The right-wing troops retreated in advance chose the road to escape in the direction of Blueka. Under the command of General Jack, the right-wing troops did not lose much, with about 4 legions and the rest of some troops about 50,000.

It is undoubtedly risky to escape in that direction, because Cyril knew that most of the right-wing troops were infantry and easy to be caught up with, and the troops on that side might be chased by the Sofia Empire, and it was dangerous to go there by themselves. Therefore, after a brief analysis, Cyril decided to flee to the northern part of the Far North Province and run to Dolan Province.

As soon as they retreated, the river city fell into the hands of the puppet. The Sofia Empire chased all the way and contributed to the northern and central parts of Meran Province. The 1 million puppet army commanded by Brown marched into the far north, and Adams vibrated.

However, in order to achieve the greatest success, Brown did not rush to chase Adams' defeated army, but commanded the puppets to attack some towns that refused to surrender along the way.

With the good command of Commander Jack of the 64th Infantry, the elite of 50,000 Adams were finally preserved and reunited with the incoming Adams troops in the southern part of the far north province.