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The scuffle between the two sides continued. Although the Blood Red soldiers were all first-class soldiers with impetus and had a tacit understanding of each other, they were too few in number. On the surface, they were overwhelmed by the Faustian soldiers who outnumbered them by five times. Several veteran platoon jarls, such as Klein and Dahl, relied on their soldiers' encirclement and sneak attacks to cause losses to the Blood Red soldiers.

This was the shortcoming of the Blood Red squad. Assassinations and sneak attacks were their forte, but in a large-scale scuffle, they had little effect. Why? Because there were too many people on the battlefield. Once it was crowded, the fewer Blood Red soldiers would be able to assassinate anyone. Not to mention that there were at least dozens of personal guards around each general, even the lowest platoon jarls were surrounded by nearly a hundred soldiers. It was like ants eating an elephant. Usually, the Blood Red soldiers who suffered losses were killed by the ordinary Faustian soldiers under such circumstances.

For the Blood Red soldiers, the sudden appearance of the Faustian soldiers was a nightmare. They had seen their comrades stabbed by the spears of these ordinary Faustian soldiers more than once. However, it was their duty to carry out orders. They couldn't back down until they captured the mission woman. So, a group of Blood Red soldiers turned around and killed the Faustian army.

As they fought, the Blood Red soldiers realised that there weren't as many Faustian soldiers as they had imagined. It was just that they couldn't see clearly in the dark. Strength and courage were the key to fighting on the battlefield. The Blood Red soldiers were strong, and now that they realised that the number of Faustian soldiers was not enough to crush them, their courage returned. All the Blood Red soldiers formed a small battle formation and went back to back in the direction of Angelina's escape, which was where Solon was.

Someone died every second, and the screams were endless. Locke's battalion had a total of 400 infantrymen. After more than four years of living together, apart from those who had died in battle and those who had joined, everyone was familiar with each other even though they couldn't remember each other's names. From the screams, many familiar faces knew who was screaming before death. However, Faustian was more ferocious than Shalor. Everyone was ruthless. Under his leadership, Cardoj's team was more orderly and rigorous than the private armies of other Faustian nobles. Even if the casualty rate was high, they couldn't retreat unless the jarl gave the order to!

The jarl didn't say to retreat because they didn't have the chance to. After Klein and Dahl killed two or three Blood Red soldiers, the Blood Red soldiers paid special attention to them. Although there was a steady stream of soldiers helping them, they were still too few in number. Plus, the lives of the soldiers weren't worth anything, so they couldn't just give up like that. As platoon jarls, they had to save their soldiers at critical moments. Otherwise, would they be commanders without soldiers?

It was also under such circumstances that Klein, Dahl, and the other platoon jarls were in a precarious situation. Three to four experts of the same level who were skilled in teamwork surrounded them. If not for the ordinary soldiers sacrificing their lives, they would have long been unable to hold on. Not to mention Klein and the others, even Locke and Jersson, who had just advanced to impetus, were dealt with by the Blood Red soldiers. Fortunately, Locke had been training diligently during this period and hadn't neglected his swordsmanship, spear and other weapon training. With the help of the redsea flower, his impetus had also been replenished. Although it was difficult to face the Blood Red soldier in front of him, he could still hold on with the help of his subordinates, Kane and Hans.

Locke was extremely glad that he had asked Henry to get him an arm shield. This thing was really useful in a 'one-on-one' fight. With just his left arm, the Blood Red soldier's impetus enhanced slash was dissolved by Locke. Fortunately, Henry didn't cheat him. The arm shield he had forged only had slight deformations and scratches under the huge collision between the two. It seemed that it was a high-quality product. The so-called 'one-on-one' was, of course, the Blood Red soldier 'fighting' Locke, Hans, Kane and the other subordinates.

Jersson was in a perilous situation. Not only did he not have the redsea flower that Solon had bestowed upon him, but his impetus capacity was also at the beginner level. He could only use four or five strokes at most before he ran out of impetus, so he could only hide among the soldiers and rely on them to protect him. Moreover, he was transferred here from another platoon. Unlike Locke, who had his old buddies, Cain, Hans, and the others who could work together seamlessly, he was basically trading the lives of his soldiers for his own.

It couldn't be helped. Everyone cherished their lives, especially after they had obtained a certain amount of power. In the eyes of the soldiers of 4th Platoon, Jersson, who was usually kind and amiable, was now extremely annoying. Locke, who was usually approachable and friendly, didn't let them down. Locke had already saved a few lives from the Blood Red soldiers. The difference between an ordinary soldier and a strong fighter with impetus was too great. Just a simple swing of a Knecht's arm with impetus was enough to kill an ordinary soldier unless he had the strength of a god.

Both sides suffered losses in the battle. As for who had the upper hand, no one could see it better than Solon, who was standing in the distance. Almost seven or eight ordinary soldiers had been sacrificed to kill a Blood Red soldier. There were already five or six Blood Red soldiers lying on the ground, but most of them were Faustian soldiers. Nearly a quarter of Solon's 200 subordinates were now in eternal slumber in this foreign mountain forest. This loss was close to the loss of the entire battalion during the attack on Farlans.

"What kind of people did you mess with?" Solon asked Angelina, who was not far away from him, with red eyes. If he could turn back time, he would never have messed with these Blood Red reapers.

Angelina was panting heavily. Although she was still standing, her legs could no longer move. Both her mind and body had reached their limits. Soreness and pain were the only things Angelina could feel at this moment. It was also the first time Angelina had encountered such a chaotic battle and killing. Previously, there were only a dozen shadow guards protecting her. The scene of the battle had already shocked, scared, and overwhelmed her. Now that there were hundreds of people fighting, it was even more of a blow to her heart. Angelina, who had sharp mental power, could clearly feel the extinguishing soulfire and dissipating spiritual light spots around her with every passing minute and second. In the past, Angelina was even unwilling to kill for experiments, so it was a great shock to her.

Solon's question made Angelina turn to look at him. She had a very good impression of this noble who suddenly appeared with his soldiers. After all, his help in a critical moment was like a drowning person grabbing onto a life-saving straw. However, Solon's question at this time made her lose all of her good impression of him. The experiences these days had made Angelina mature a lot. Coupled with her originally smart mind, she quickly calmed down. She looked at the noble who actually didn't know her and was surprised. Which count's son was this?

As the Faustian king's beloved daughter, Angelina had attended many balls in the royal capital. It could be said that all the young nobles in the royal capital remembered her appearance. The balls that the princess attended were also high-end. Nobles below the rank of count were not even qualified to attend. This was also Angelina's misunderstanding. Most of the nobles she came into contact with were big nobles in the royal capital or nobles with great local power. Solon was just the son of a baron, so how could he have seen Angelina in person? At most, he had heard from other nobles that there was such a princess.

Angelina did not answer Solon's question. She just took out a golden token from her torn white clothes. The token was easy to recognize. There was a woman's head engraved on it. There was no one in Faustian who didn't know this because all the silver thalers had the same portrait. This was the portrait of the founding king and queen of Faustian. The front of Faustian's gold thalers was engraved with the portrait of the first king after Faustian became a kingdom. The front of the silver thalers was engraved with the portrait of the first king and queen. As for the bronze thalers, it was engraved with the portrait of the greatest contributor to Faustian's annexation of neighboring countries. It was also the portrait of the first patriarch of the Shia family, who had been the military minister at that time.

Of course, Solon could recognize the token, but he still didn't know what it represented. Perhaps his father, Cardoj, would be able to associate the identity of the person in front of him. On the day of the former queen's funeral, the current king gave the golden token symbolizing the first heir to the throne to his eldest son, Kenzir, and the golden token symbolizing the second heir to the throne to his youngest daughter, Angelina, under the witness of hundreds of thousands of people in the royal capital. This was once a topic of conversation among the people in the royal capital after dinner. His Majesty had given it to the former queen to express his love and remembrance of the former queen, Sophia. Otherwise, why would the two heir candidates be the daughter of this queen? It was also at this time that the high-ranking nobles in the royal capital knew of His Majesty's determination to help Kenzir to the throne.

Seeing Angelina take out the golden token, no matter how ignorant Zoro was, he realized that the person in front of him was extraordinary. This token alone was not something that an ordinary person would dare to make, let alone take it out openly. In addition, he thought of the purpose of their trip to the Bering Mountains that his father had mentioned. Solon thought to himself, 'It can't be such a coincidence.'

Solon wasn't usually a reckless person, but this sudden blow was too big. It caught him off guard, who boasted of his ability to catch up to Cardoj. He had only come with the intention of befriending a Magician, but when he arrived, he discovered that this Magician was so beautiful. His imagination of a hero saving the damsel in distress did not come true, and the strength of the group of blood-red leather armored soldiers surprised him. Wrong decisions, wrong estimations, caused the current soldiers to suffer heavy losses, and the losses alone were already too great to bear.

At this time, Solon was still far from being comparable to Cardoj.

"Why is there a Faustian army in a place like this? Damn it! " Leit, who arrived late, saw a scene of a few dozen Blood Red soldiers surrounded by hundreds of Faustian soldiers. Fortunately, with his keen perception as a high-rank Knecht, he knew that there was only one Faustian army nearby, so there was nothing to fear for the time being.

He swung his left hand, raised his sword, and swooped down.

Whether it was Klein, Dahl, Karl, Solon, or even Locke and Jersson, all the platoon jarls felt a monstrous aura coming from not far away.

"No!" Solon didn't have the time to complain about the mysterious woman. Looking at the strong aura that he had only felt from Wyr, Solon fell into despair.

Angelina also noticed the familiar blood-red armoured person, but she no longer had the strength to escape. Resigning herself to fate was her only choice.

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The first time today, the next time would be at night.

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