[Note: The order received by the school officer includes the word "retreat". The order received by the centurion was just to pull out the camp, and the soldiers knew nothing. The "retreat" that Andre said was informed by Jeska.]

The wounded have not been treated yet and the spoils have not been cleared yet. The sudden order to drive everyone off guard.

"Where is Lieutenant Colonel?" Winters hurried back to Bianli, but found that Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was not there.

"Winters, you're back." Mason's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he quickly explained: "Lieutenant Colonel and Andre went to North Bridgehead, and he asked you to gather the soldiers in the city and take them back to the camp."

Winters knew that there were still many soldiers in the brigade, and the wounded were all at North Bridgehead, and the Lieutenant Colonel was going to take them back.

"Where are our people?" Winters asked again.

Mason pointed to the west: "It's everywhere."

"this……"

There is no way, I can only use a stupid way to find it.

The city of Bianli was full of soldiers, and the militias of the Jieshika brigade were in groups of three or two, mingling among them.

Winters, Bard and Mason took action separately, searching for a house and a street, and searching through Bian Li, only half of the people were recovered.

"The others asked them to go back to the camp themselves." Mason discussed with Winters, his voice hoarsely: "I don't have time to look for it again."

Bard thought for a moment and proposed a compromise: "There must be someone in the camp to preside over the situation. When you two go back, I will take a few people to stay in the city and continue looking for it."

Winters nodded: "Be careful."

After finally finding half of the militia, Winters found that the bigger problem was that he couldn't get out.

Two infantry brigades were escorting the Heds out of the city, and the baggage soldiers outside drove dozens of large cars into the city. There were three gates in the inner city, but they were still blocked.

Winters ordered a turn to the gap in the city wall, but found that it was even more congested.

Many soldiers who lost their establishment did not receive the order to delist the camp and were still trying hard to squeeze into the city, wanting to grab something.

There was no way, Winters led his men to head towards the city gate again.

It happened to be that General Sekler came with his military police.

Sekler's solution to the problem was simple and crude. He asked the military police to read the orders repeatedly outside the city gate: "Only enter the south gate! Only exit the north gate! Carriages and horses are allowed to go to the middle gate! Those who violate the order will be killed!"

Relying on language alone is very limited. There are still soldiers who are lucky and want to get away with it.

Soon, their headless bodies were hung onto the city wall.

Just as the silt of the river was cleared, the city gates immediately became unobstructed, and Winters was able to take people out of the city.

When we returned to the besieged camp, people ran around and horses were neighing.

Scout cavalry teams were dispatched one after another, and soldiers with quick hands were dismantling tents and loading vehicles.

It was not until this time that Winters was convinced that the superiors were serious. Not only did they need to withdraw, but they also needed to withdraw immediately.

The information he had was pitifully small, which made him deeply uneasy.

As far as he knows, on the land that was divided into three pieces by rivers around Bianli, there were eighteen infantry brigades, forty-six cavalry squadrons, more than 6,000 auxiliary soldiers, and an unknown number of errands, and more than 20,000 people.

How do troops scattered around regroup? This alone is enough for Sekler and Alpad to have a headache.

Not to mention that the light cavalry that chased the Chihe tribe may have run dozens of kilometers away.

Only one thing made him feel a little relieved: the command chain of the Palatu army did not collapse, and the soldiers still followed the orders. As long as they clenched into a fist, the Palatu people would still be an invincible force.

Through the noisy and chaotic camp, Winters finally returned to the camp of the Jeska Brigade.

He was surprised to find that compared to the camp that looked like a boiling iron pot, the Jeska camp was as calm as a deep pool in the valley.

Not only Winters, Mason and all the militia were stunned by the scene before them:

Two rows of carriages were parked neatly in the open space, and all the supplies of the Jieshika Brigade were loaded.

Each sack and each box is securely tied and secured by two ropes.

There were no horses on the car because they were all in the stables and were enjoying the supplements safely.

The other soldiers in the camp looked flustered and wanted to put away all their belongings at once.

The wounded soldiers of the Jieshika brigade who were left behind in the camp were still working. Some were cleaning the horse's hoofs and some were still kneading each other.

There were also many people working around more than a dozen simple earthen stoves, as if they were baking something.

If Winters' memory was not confused, he had not had these ovens in the camp when he moved with the army to North Bridgehead - three days ago.

Seeing his companions come back, the wounded soldiers who are left behind in the camp quickly bring out dry food and water.

The militia who came back from Bian Li happened to be tired and hungry, and they took them to eat, drink and eat.

The wounded soldier's mental outlook was so good that Winters was surprised. He asked the wounded soldier who stayed in the camp: "Who built these ovens?"

"It was the old saint who asked us to build it." The wounded soldier in charge of the oven hurriedly replied: "It was the day you went to the camp in the north."

Winters almost vomited blood. What an old saint? He is clearly an old saint! I haven't seen him for three days. It seems that the fanatical level of these old saints has deepened.

"What are you baking?" Winters asked again.

"Dry food. The old saint asked us to make wheat cakes first, then bake the wheat cakes into dry food and pack them into bags and bags."

Winters raised his eyebrows: "When will the dry food start to be made?"

"The day before yesterday, the day you went to war."

"The carriage? It was also what Monk Reed wanted you to pretend?"

"Yes." The wounded soldier nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "The old saint asked us to pack up our things and load them into the car, yesterday."

"Take me to see Fride Reed."

Next to the carriage, Winters found the old chariot.

The old man ate well, slept well, and could still pet cats every day.

Compared to the image of a beggar monk when he first met, the old charlatan now seems a little rich.

When the two met, the old charlatan was carrying a small bucket of red paint in his left hand and a brush in his right hand, and was drawing on the carriage baffle.

Seeing Winters coming, Friar Reed waved happily: "Boy, are you back?"

"What are you doing?" Winters walked to the old monk.

When he got closer, Winters saw clearly what the old charlatan was writing:

[All of the Fifth Legion Jeska Brigade]

[Theft and Hanging of the Criminal Law will be prosecuted]

Monk Reed said proudly: "I have marked the carriages. In this way, there will be no lawsuits when marching, and there will be evidence for disputes."

"Theft and hanging? Military law will be prosecuted?"

"Isn't it good?" The old man's face turned redder: "Simple and powerful, with neat parallelism. Don't look at the short slogan, I have been thinking about it for several days. One word is enough to shock the villains."

"What's the use?" Winters sneered: "The big-headed soldier is illiterate."

Monk Reed went from blushing to an old face, and he drew a holy emblem behind the [theft and hanging of the military law will be prosecuted].

The old man said angrily: "Is this OK? Is it okay to have a church property? I see who dares to steal it!"

After saying that, Reed walked to the next carriage and continued to brush the slogans.

"I want to ask you a question." Winters stopped talking nonsense: "Sir, please teach me."

"Fake a serious." Monk Reed glanced at Winters: "Say."

Winters licked his lips and asked, "You're preparing for the withdrawal, and it started three days ago, right?"

"Absolutely." Reed didn't look back and focused on drawing the holy emblem on the fence.

"Why do you determine us - no, it's Paratu." Winters pursued him relentlessly: "Why do you determine that Paratu is going to lose?"

The old man sighed and threw the brush to the ground.

He turned around and looked into Winters' eyes: "Boy, you are wrong. Although I know nothing about military affairs, I have never doubted your ability to fight. I have never doubted Paratu's victory."

"Then why do you need to prepare dry food and carriage in advance?"

"Because the White Lion Yasin has won. Paratu will win every battle in this war until it loses the war."

"I do not understand……"

Monk Reed sighed again, walked towards the nearby stone bench and signaled Winters to follow.

The two sat on the stone bench, and the old monk coughed and explained: "The victory of the battle is difficult to make up for the failure of the strategy. When the Paratus were in a strong position under the city, the White Lion Yasin had already won. I ask you, do you think the Heds are willing to let the Paratus cut them to death with one knife?"

Wintersbon wants to refute: The strategy of eroding step by step has many precedents in history.

But he realized again: this did not mean that the eroded party had no desire to resist. What's more, Paratu could no longer be considered erosion, but instead tore flesh from Hed's tribes in big mouths.

"Rabbits die and foxes are sad, and things hurt their species. The auxiliary vehicles depend on each other, and their lips die and teeth are cold." Monk Reed asked Winters again: "Will the Hurds see neighboring tribes encountering catastrophes one after another? Will they not be afraid? Will they not be resentful? Will they not be worried about their destiny?"

Reed pointed to the Great Wilderness and said, "The young and strong lion, everything on the grassland is its prey. But once it shows its decay, it will not only be driven away by the female lion, but even the hyena on the grassland dares to provoke it. There is no other reason, but its power."

"State? What does it mean..." Winters was confused.

"You boy, I've disturbed all my interest." The old man sighed heavily: "In words you can understand. In the past, the Hed tribes went uphill, and the Paratu went downhill, and the Hed tribes beat the Paratus to their noses and faces. Thirty years ago, Ned Smith changed the trend in the battle, and the Paratus began to go uphill, and the Hed tribes began to go downhill, and the Paratus beat the Hed tribes to run away with their heads in their arms."
To be continued...