The "cleaning" command from the lord spread between the Cecil soldiers, and this chase has entered a stage of near mechanized operation, at least for the Cecil Corps.

Every day, the scouts in front of the scouts and in the aristocratic coalition forces will send the latest information to the commanders of the Combat Corps. Even without such information, the aristocratic coalition forces that have completely lost their order can hardly hide their whereabouts when they flee. The Cecil Corps locked the huge enemy with a distance that was not far away. As long as the other party stopped, the artillery bombing would start immediately, without normal eating, without normal sleep, or even stopping. In fact, this is a test of willpower for both sides of the pursuit, but it is clear that the test of the aristocracy will be even more difficult.

Cecil’s soldiers had the opportunity to take a break from work. The victory after the victory was also inspiring them to move forward. The stagnation of the aristocratic sects along the way brought them enough supplies, and in Cecil. After the local security, several relay troops were sent from the territory, which further reduced the pressure on the pursuit of troops.

In contrast, the nobility coalition forces... they are rapidly approaching the limits.

In fact, they have reached the limit long ago. In this era, there are almost no cohesive and disciplined aristocrats. When the heavy magical artillery shells destroyed the entire forward army, the nobles and knights and the mages who have extraordinary powers also When they died on the battlefield like ordinary infantry, most of the ordinary people in this coalition had no intention of fighting.

One of the reasons why they continue to flee today is that the knights and nobles in the coalition are still trying to maintain the final decent. The Cecil’s "fire of the sky" is terrible, but the extraordinary powerhouse is close at hand. The deterrent power of ordinary soldiers is even stronger. The pressure accumulated by these "upper people" has been deeply imprinted on the minds of those serf soldiers, private recruits, and young Zhuangfu. They still barely maintain the situation of the team.

The other reason is the propaganda made by Earl of Hosman before the start of the war, and the rumors still circulating among the remnants of the coalition. Many people believe that the Cecils have risen by relying on the sorcerer and the gods. The end of the game in the hands of the Cecils is worse than death. Cecil’s land is full of lies, sins, jealousy and madness. This unprovoked rumor should have been laughed at by the wise, but in The superstitious and ignorant private soldiers have deeply rooted in their minds, and with the merciless pursuit and terrible force of the Cecils, the power of these prejudices has even allowed the aristocrats who should have no cohesiveness to Stick to it today.

But no matter how long they persist, their physical strength and will finally reach the limit.

The cold night wind blew through the plains, the night wind with the sweetness of the spring bells, the knight from the Cretanland, Bartle, sat in a cold pit, with his two knight companions, nine 扈Together, they counted the time silently, and by their side, there were dozens of sparsely populous, dozens of private recruits, archers, coolies and serfs from the Baltel region.

These are all the people who have survived from Baltel, their lords are dead, their more than one hundred brothers and sisters are lost on the way to escape, even their own, lost contact with the big forces before the night. . In the night, no one dared to light the lights to find a companion, and no one even dared to open a call to other noble corps that might be walking next to them. After the loss, dozens of people who couldn’t reunite together could only gather in this dark and cold night. Quietly waiting for tomorrow.

Waiting for the tomorrow that will not necessarily come.

No one spoke, even if the glow of the morning sun had already appeared on the horizon, no one looked up and looked at the horizon. Baltel lowered his head, bloodshot eyes staring at the ground under his feet, hunger and sleepiness while tearing his nerves, so that he did not want to say a word, do more.

He has not slept for a few days and nights, and everyone here has not slept for a few days and nights, even if the extraordinary person will be on the limit in this case, let alone ordinary people. Bartel now just wants to lie down, just wants to sleep, just want to go back to his warm manor, take a hot **** wine, and then sleep for three or five days, but he knows that he has no chance, he can't Going back to his manor, because just yesterday, his team had passed through the manor, and in a very short time he was driven out by the shells that fell from the sky.

Baltel put his hand into his arms and found his last food in silence: a small piece of black bread that was as thick as wood, and with his movements, the people around him found the last food. Piece of cake, nǎi butter, bread, or nothing.

These things are not their rations, but they are robbed from the fields or villages along the way, but in most cases they don’t even have the chance to grab a bite of food. The Cecils have been trying to drive away. They fled in the ridiculous wilderness, just like the wolves drove the flock.

There is no grill, no cooking pot, and the rising smoke will attract the Celsians' "skyfire", which is one of the few useful experiences that we have summed up in the days of flight. The little escaped team sent the last food to their lips. Before the first rays of the morning sun hit the face, they began to eat silently. Bartel bit his hard and he would never eat a bite in the past. Inferior black bread, bloodshot eyes are full of fatigue.

He wants to sleep, no matter what the price, he just wants to sleep now, he wants to eat, then lie down, don't have anything, don't have anything to stop him.

A sharp whistling sound came from a distance and flew from high altitude.

This sharp whistling sound is the language of the devil, the voice of death, disaster, and cursing the gods. At the moment when the whistling sounds, Bartle only feels that every pore in his body is subconsciously tightened, but in Before the muscles were about to subconsciously prop up him from the ground, his movements stopped for another, more intense and irrational reason.

He didn't want to get up, he just wanted to rest, just want to stay here quietly, go to his mother's life and dignity! He doesn't think about it!

Baltel's eyes were congested, and he almost looked at the ground under his feet, and around him, two knight companions, nine squatters, dozens of private soldiers, all after a brief trembling and nervousness, all stayed in the original Ground.

No one stood up, only a few pairs of numb eyes lifted up, and glanced around with a lifeless sight.

The sharp whistling sound broke through the sky, and the chilling explosion came from afar. The ground beneath the body shook slightly in the explosion. It was a terrorist force that allowed the high-ranking knights and mages to smash all over the place. Baltel listened to the explosion that didn't seem to be far away, silently picked up the food in his hand and sent it to his mouth.

The companions around him also did the same thing: after a short hesitation, continue to eat.

The second round of whistling came from the air. After a while, the second round of explosions resounded to the heavens and the earth.

The vibration of the explosion and the weakness of the body caused Baltel’s hard bread to fall to the ground. He looked at the muddy bread almost numbly, reaching out with a blank expression and smashing it into the teeth. In the meantime, it seems as if chewing wood is biting bitterly.

The third round of whistling came, and the explosion seemed to be a little closer.

Even if the "fire of the sky" falls on the top of his head, he does not want to get up! They also don't want to get up!

They bite the only bread and bread, and the spirit of human sharing has even emerged from the minds of some people. The people who have food divide the food into two and send it to the companion mouth who is already hungry. On the side, in the deafening roar of the skyfire explosion, the knights from Creteland and the soldiers they led silently ate these last foods until the explosion subsided until the magical scent of the magical scent floated to them. .

Then they sat quietly between the pit and the stone, lying down, not wanting anything, doing nothing.

When Cecil’s “recycling squad” discovered the team, the team’s captain was taken aback.

Several noble knights with dozens of private soldiers sitting only a few hundred meters from the last shelling, half of them have been lethargic, while those who remain awake have a numb expression to watch Cecil fight The soldiers appeared in front of them, and the look of the dead man made the captain of the recycling team deeply impressed. After many years, the captain of the recycling team described the scene he saw:

"...After crossing that limit, their will (the nobility. Allied forces) will be completely destroyed. They move on the plain like a walking dead. When the physical strength is exhausted, they stop and sit anywhere, our shells. Falling beside them, they are completely unmoved, they will finish the last food, and then they will wait like that. Surrender? No, they are not surrendering, they don’t think about it, they just stay there. However, only when we arrived, they threw out the weapons with great cooperation. The only thing they asked for was to take a nap... It seems that they can rest safely and let them do whatever they want. ”

On the eighth day after the end of the gravel gorge battle, the fleeing aristocratic coalition forces began to surrender in large quantities or stopped in place, waiting quietly for the Cecils to "package" them.

Philip Knight and Wald Perich saw the most incredible sight they had seen since the army: people who completely lost their fighting spirits rushed in the plains in batches like a walking dead, and no need for any fighting to capture captives. Just take a few shots at the feet of those people, or throw a crystal grenade into the distance.

They will naturally stop, even if they are given a rope, they will tie their own hands.

On the tenth day after the end of the gravel battle, the Cecil Combat Corps entered the western part of the South, and through a series of roundabouts, they bypassed a long arc in the area of ​​Carol-Consco. In the afternoon of this day, the Knights of Byron led a thousand support troops from Cecil and a large amount of supplies to complete the merging with the Philip Corps.