The huge black warrior's body fell to the ground. Such an amazing scene happened, and even the Epirus soldiers surrounding him retreated in fear. Seeing the Albanian mountain people pick up the slaughtered warrior's sword and stood on the battlefield, no one dared to step forward.

However, Bogdani's killing of the black warrior did not have any impact on the battle situation. When he stood on the other party's corpse, he saw Epirus' army constantly rushing up ahead, as if these enemies would never be killed.

Damn it! Haven’t the cunning boy at the foot of the mountain arrived yet?

Seeing that his soldiers were exhausted and would be drowned by the enemy if they continued like this, Bogdani couldn't help but become impatient at this time. He could only hear the sound of drums from the distance getting closer and closer. It was the sound of war drums from the Epirus army. Obviously another army joined the battlefield. Seeing that the enemy in the river bay was about to drown himself like a tide, the Albanian men couldn't help but feel a little despair in their hearts. Could it be that they were going to be used as cannon fodder this time?

Just as the fragile defense line formed by the mountain people was about to collapse, a long military roar rang out in the distance.

Woo-woo-woo--the sound sounded in the ears of the bloody crowd, low and powerful, and a solemn aura filled it with such a winter environment, making people feel cold. This was a horn sound that had never been heard before. The people fighting in the river beside were subconsciously stunned, but soon the Albanians showed joy, and they once again recovered their fighting spirit, and held the weapons in their hands and slashed at the enemy in front of them. Because they knew that the reinforcements behind them had finally arrived.

On the other hand, the shocked Epirus people did not expect that the barbarians who were almost defeated would recover their strength. They were caught off guard and were killed and injured. Just as the Epirus vanguard was stabilizing its position to counterattack again, then, a trumpet sound suddenly sounded behind their army, but it was not an attack but a sudden withdrawal of the troops. It was actually at this moment that the Epirus people were incredibly responsible for commanding in the rear and ordered them to retreat.

With unwillingness and confusion, the Epirus people could only choose to give up the position that had already been snatched halfway. And Nicholas, who looked at this scene from afar, also empathized with it, but he had no choice.

In the northeast direction of his own, an army that had already assembled completed the encirclement of the reed marshal position with a huge momentum. The other party blatantly blew the horn and beat the drums to warn him that if he continued to attack, he could certainly annihilate the remaining Albanians to relieve his hatred, but the vanguard troops sent would really get in.

Nicholas, who had no choice but to order the retreat and give up the attack. On the other hand, the reserve team immediately filled the vacancy to prevent the opponent from pursuing the victory. On both sides of the road, Epirus' archers sprinkled a rain of arrows. The Albanian mountaineers who were originally running fast to chase the enemy had to choose to retreat. After all, the rain of arrows greeting them like hail was not something they could bear. After achieving the goal, Bogdani stopped when he saw the good news and ordered the soldiers of the tribes of Bluestone Gang, Rock, Mud and Sand, and Stalactite to stop chasing.

"Stop, the warriors on the mountain are not worth sprinkling your blood in order to chase the coward's head."

Looking at the retreating enemy, the Albanians who ended the battle stood on the battlefield as if they had survived the disaster. Everyone was covered in blood and there was almost no intact place from head to toe. Even the chain mail on Bogdani was split into several large holes in the battle, and the battle axes in their hands were curled up. Some people knelt on the ground and fell on the bodies of their dead compatriots who had died in battle and cried loudly. Some people were glad that their friends survived and depended on each other, while more people were wandering in place like walking corpses.

Even Bogdani looked around the battlefield and felt disgusted. All the battles they participated in to serve the nobles more than ten years ago were not as bloody as this time. It is hard to imagine that the war was far from over.

When Justinian led the new Molia army to assemble, Bogdani, who was covered in blood, walked up and cursed without saying a word.

"The hypocritical fox under the mountain! Didn't you say you would come to support us in time?! Why haven't you arrived yet!"

The Albanian warrior, who was trembling with anger, rushed up. If it weren't for the many soldiers standing in front of Justinian, he would have thrown his axe at the other party without hesitation and let him taste the scent of bleeding.

Sure enough, the people at the foot of the mountain were all in a mess. Look at how many of them were, Bogdani thought. Justinian's army was obviously so many. If they came here in time, they would not have fought hard like they had just happened. Before the battle, Justinian swears that they only needed to resist for a while, and now Bogdani was even more angry when he thought about it.

Seeing everything in front of him, Justinian's face was very calm. He had already expected this to be the result and knew that the other party would ask him for a crime.

The blood from the Albanian axe rose and fell on Justinian, but he was not angry about the other party's rudeness, but instead shut down the soldiers around him and explained leisurely: "This is my negligence. I express my apology to you, Bogdani. At the same time, I also express my condolences for the dead soldiers of the Bluestone Gate, Stalactite, Rock and Mud Sand Tribe. Justinian, the son of the chief, will never forget the sacrifice they made today."

"Do you think we will still believe the half word that you guys from the mouths of the mountain?" Bogdani sneered, completely losing his trust in Justinian.

But what Justinian said next moved him and the Albanian mountaineering people behind him.
Chapter completed!