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But now, the man's face was full of panic, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Bruce smiled disdainfully.

That's all, have you never seen this kind of tactics?

Then I saw that man turned his horse's head, led the cavalry who had not entered the battle, and ran away.

The situation reversed instantly.

Bruce didn't want to let go of such an opportunity, and immediately shouted: "Everyone, chase!"

At the same time, he also ran to the direction of the war horse that he had hidden before, got on the horse neatly, and planned to lead the auxiliary cavalry to pursue it.

But even so, he couldn't help but think with disdain.

Did the other party really think he could escape?

Bruce sneered and drove the horse.

Behind you is me, although I can't catch up, but in front of you, there is still Paulinus!

......

At the same time, Neos was evacuating rapidly with the remaining cavalry.

"Hey, there's an ambush in the middle." He sighed with some distress.

"My lord, stop talking about this, can we really run away?" The guarding cavalry smiled wryly.

"Don't worry, you can definitely escape,"

Neos raised the corner of his mouth: "Because in front of us is Paulinus."

Chapter 102 Chapter [-] The Dark Tide

The army marched out of camp under nightfall.

When Paulinus learned that Bruce chose the Emperor's Avenue as the battlefield, he instantly understood his intentions.

Bruce can use his own army as a bait to pull the enemy's line, so Paulinus must not waste the opportunity he created by threatening his life.

Now that he had successfully defeated the enemy army responsible for delaying him, the moment he learned that the supporting troops were under attack, he ordered the whole army to move forward quickly, and even Ye Lin did not stop.

"But I always feel... a little uneasy." Paulinus rode his horse beside the tens of thousands of people, whispering to himself.

The light of the torches extended along the avenue, little by little, forming a straight fiery snake.

The horses were snoring and panting, and the soldiers also bowed their heads and walked forward, exhausted and unable to speak.

The atmosphere of the march was eerie and quiet.

"What anxiety?" The adjutant asked, hearing Paulinus' concern.

Paulinus shook his head, remained silent for a moment, and asked, "How are the scouts in front?"

......

A few miles ahead of the Fourteenth Legion's army, under the darkness, scouts marched forward.

Thick clouds obscured the moonlight.

The rider grabbed the reins, stopped at the top of the hill, squinted his eyes, and held his breath.

The other rider got off his horse, lay down on the ground, and listened.

In vain, the noise struck!

"There is a situation!" The rider on the horse shouted, his voice short and deep.

The quality of being a scout allows him to suppress panic even in dangerous moments, forcing himself not to call out loudly.

But his yelling was still too slow, and the moment the yelling came, three or four riders had rushed out from the side.

It was approaching within a few seconds, and in the dark night, a cold light flashed, and the iron sword swung at the scout who had just stood up!

"Ha!" The cavalrymen who were attacking furiously roared.

"Ding" sound!

Swords intersect, and sparks burst out of the darkness!

The scout who just got up drew his sword in an instant, turned around to block, and blocked the fatal blow.

But before they could relax, several other cavalrymen rushed over and killed another scout on horseback from the side.

But the enemy on the ground who got rid of in front of him instantly kicked his right leg, his right shoulder sank, and slammed into the horse.

The horse unconsciously slowed down, its route deviated, and the cavalry's slash just missed.

So he simply turned around and cut the long sword into the body of the scout below him.

The scout who dismounted knew that he had no time to dismount and escape, so he held back the pain, forcibly pulled the rider off, and then turned his head.

"Go!"

"I'll hold them back!"

"Go and tell the commander the information! The enemy is right ahead!"

The scout on the horse knew his duty well, bit his lip, and after a heavy "hmm", he drove his horse and galloped quickly.

Then the riders immediately ignored the dying scouts on the ground and drove their horses in pursuit.

The fallen scout was instantly submerged by the horseshoe.

A fierce chase was staged on the plain.

......

"My lord, the Romans are about to catch up, why don't we leave?"

"How long will it take to catch up?" Nios reined in and saw the scouts returning to camp.

"What is your lord asking?" The rider turned his head.

"What about the Romans chasing us?" Neos stopped his horse and raised his hand to stop the whole army.

"The other party has a high enthusiasm for chasing us and has been gnawing on us."

The rider looked serious: "If we stay for a while, we will probably be caught up soon."

"After all, who doesn't like chasing and defeating troops."

Neos smiled strangely, then said seriously, "What about the Romans we're chasing?"

"My lord, do you mean the Roman army coming from London ahead?"

The rider paused: "The scouts just came to report. They have already met with the opponent's scouts, and they are probably very close to us."

"That's good." Neos nodded, indicating that he understood.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I don't see any good in the current situation."

The rider frowned: "Now there are interceptions in front and pursuers in the back. I think even if you don't think about the lives of the samurai, my lord, you should at least think about yourself."

"Yes, there are interceptions ahead, and pursuers behind."

Neos said leisurely, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance: "The pursuer had just succeeded in his strategy and defeated the enemy army, so he led his cavalry out and tried to pursue our army in vain.

We neither waited for us to confront the army responsible for intercepting, nor did we care about the difficulty of following up with the main infantry. "

He turned his head and looked at his subordinates: "This is not only an underestimation of the enemy, but also a proud soldier."

"And as for Paulinus, who was in charge of intercepting, he made the same mistake."

Nios said softly: "He has just defeated the enemy troops around London. As soon as he received the news that the responding troops were attacked,

Regardless of the emotions and health of the soldiers, he marched quickly, not only because he was worried that the emperor would be robbed, but also because he never forgot about me. "

Just as he was speaking, a dark shadow slowly appeared under the moonlight on the hills far away from the road, and the black shadow was tinged with fire.

The pursuers have arrived, and there is a huge commotion!

The samurai beside him panicked for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Neos.

"A lone army goes deep and pursues alone, so can you be the commander of the emperor's personal guard!" Neos looked up and smiled coldly.

"My lord, now is not the time to talk about this!"

"Don't worry, you won't die here."

Neos said, raising his hand: "The first team obeys the order!"

"exist!"

The order was answered immediately, and a cavalry team of hundreds of people gathered in an instant.

These are the riders who are in charge of guarding Nios, accounting for more than half of them.

All of them are warriors with high martial arts skills and superb riding skills. Everyone wears Roman uniforms, uses the best weapons and horses, and acts as the most loyal guard.

Nios coldly ordered: "Light the fire, raise the flag, under my command, lure the enemy for the friendly army!"

"My lord, do you want to..."

Neos turned his head and interrupted: "And the rest of the cavalry team, put out the torches, dismount and sneak, and head for the northern path, where someone will meet you."

The rider who questioned him just now was suddenly stunned, his mind was moved, and he was greatly moved.

I couldn't help bowing deeply: "My lord, take care!"

After speaking, he led the other riders off their horses and scattered away.

......

"Commander, the enemy is fleeing!" Qiu Lingshan, the lieutenant pointed down.

"Never mind, those are defeated troops whose morale has collapsed and are not worth pursuing."

Bruce unbuttoned his helmet and sneered: "And our goal is only that one!"

The lieutenant looked in the direction he pointed.

However, there is still a cavalry team of one hundred people that has not collapsed, and at this moment, it even raised the banner, lit the torch, and began to form slowly.