The military structure of the Valla Empire was similar to that of the Roman Empire.
Each legion was made up of eight to ten brigades, and each brigade was made up of six hundred-man squads.
It was worth mentioning that the 'hundred-man' in the Valla Empire's hundred-man squads did not refer to a hundred soldiers, but a hundred logistics personnel.
In fact, a hundred-man squad was made up of around sixty to seventy soldiers, with ten to twenty vacancies left for the paladins, mages, Nightwalkers, and other special classes, as well as twenty logistics personnel.
Ernis was the commander of the third corps of the Valla Empire's Royal Family, commanding over three thousand five hundred soldiers and over three hundred Nightwalkers. While they may not be a match for the First or Second Corps in terms of combat ability, this force was enough to run amok in the Valla Empire apart from the two main forces.
"It's overkill to have me lead a legion to hunt down cultists! Our emperor is good at everything, but he's just too cautious. "
Ernis could not help but grumble in the tent.
"Because those cultists brutally murdered Lord Mephistopheles, and ordinary garrison troops were no match for them. Mr. Gordon, who was in charge of this matter, not only failed to capture them, but they even sneaked into the military camp and beheaded him. That's why His Majesty was so furious and sent you to encircle them."
A hunchbacked staff officer who reminded others of a kobold smiled sheepishly as he tried to appease Ernis. "Doesn't that mean you're very important to His Imperial Majesty!"
"Hmph. Mephistopheles won't die that easily. His body dying is just a temporary failure for them …" Ernis sneered and shook his head. "Also, if I'm really that important, His Imperial Majesty wouldn't have only brought the First and Second Legions to the war against the Grand Duchy of Rominos in the winter."
"That's because the homeland needs the legions to defend it too. If His Imperial Majesty really doesn't care about you, he wouldn't leave the homeland to you, would he?" The staff officer, who looked like a dog-headed man, flattered, "General, as long as you can complete His Majesty's mission perfectly this time, you might even be able to win a spot for the Third Legion."
"Forget it. It's not that easy to get a military title. The First Army only got the title of 'Lions of the Broken Nation' after conquering Tierra over a decade ago, while the Second Army only got the title of 'Monolith Shield' because they were almost wiped out in that war. There's no way the Third Army could get a military title just by killing a few cultists." "That's right.
Ernis snorted coldly. "Besides, it wasn't the Third Army that was guarding the homeland. We were just backup troops and firefighters … Forget it, there's nothing to say to a guy like you. Go and ask me about the situation at the front lines. "
"Don't worry, General. It's just three or four evil cultists that escaped. There won't be any problems."
The staff officer, who looked like a dog-headed man, nodded and drew a steel drill from his back and stuck it into his temple. His eyes rolled over at once, his expression bizarre, and if one had to describe it, it was as if he was' broken '.
Strangely, however, there was not a single drop of blood or brain matter flowing out from where the drill was stuck. It was as if it was stuck into a piece of mud.
Moments later, the kobold adviser pulled out a portion of the drill from his temple and temporarily regained his ability to speak. "General, it's going well. The cultists have been cornered by the army, and there's also a barrier set up by the shadow wizards. They're like slime in a jar, they can't escape even if they grow wings!"
"That's good … Still, that divine spell of yours just feels weird no matter how many times I see it." Ernis could not help complaining as he watched his staff officer who had a drill stuck in his head.
"It can't be helped. This is the 'ritual' of our church. This way, we can synchronize our thoughts with our comrades on the other side …" The staff officer's expression suddenly changed as he said that. "Wait, there's an emergency! The barrier seems to have been broken by an external force … The shadow mages in the barrier class seem to have been hit by something and are foaming at the mouth! "
"What!"
Ernis got up in shock and wanted to ask the staff officer what was going on.
However, the staff officer suddenly screamed. "Wait, what's that? An arrow … "
Before he could finish, his entire head exploded like an overripe watermelon, as if it had been shot by an arrow from eight kilometres away.
The drill bounced up from the explosion, whistling as it streaked across Ernis' cheek before piercing through the wall of the tent behind him and disappearing somewhere.
"Damn it!"
Ernis immediately rushed out of the tent and roared. "It's an enemy attack! Fourth and Fifth Brigade, push them to the front line and prepare for reinforcements! Mages, go fill in the gap in the barrier class. Pull up the barrier immediately, don't let the cultists escape! "
So, a few reserve troops who were stationed at the edge of the barrier were immediately mobilized to enter the barrier to replenish their combat power.
Then they saw a dazzling light explode in the sky above the barrier, then turned into countless meteors that slid down and finally marked a bright spot on everyone's head, giving the extremely dim shadow barrier a sense of deja vu like a flowing galaxy!
"It's the enemy's divine spell! Mages, get rid of this mark! " As the general of the legion, Ernis still had this bit of awareness. He immediately understood what would happen if they were marked by the enemy in such a field of vision and immediately ordered.
"I'm sorry, General, we can't get rid of this mark for the time being … The caster has a very high status, a 'Pope' or even a 'Son of God'!"
The person in charge of the mages quickly reported to Ernis after trying to get rid of it. "Forcibly covering it can only be done one by one slowly …"
"Damn it, have you contacted the troops in front? How many reinforcements are there? "
Ernis could not help but ask anxiously after losing the means to quickly contact the troops in front.
"From the communication spell sent back from the frontline …" The rather old person in charge of the mages read the signal and was stunned for a moment before saying, "It's four people, the enemy reinforcements that are attacking our four-thousand-strong legion … There are only four of them!"
Ernis was confused when he heard that, but he immediately realized something.
He seemed to be struggling internally for a moment before finally sighing.
"Give the order, the entire army —"
"Yes, Sir!" The person in charge of the mages immediately began to prepare the communication spell.
"Retreat!"
"Yes, Sir … Sir?" The person in charge of the mages looked at Ernis in shock.
"Attacking our army with just four people? Do you think they're the kind of lunatics who have lost their minds? As much as I hate to admit it, the cultists that were killed in the previous encirclement did cause a lot of trouble for my soldiers. As reinforcements, they're definitely stronger than those cultists. "
Ernis said coldly, "Those guys are either hiding some kind of large-scale killing method, or they have army-level combat power … Didn't you also say that there's a Pope-level character among them? This is no longer a war that ordinary people can intervene in! If that's the case, then there's no need to let the soldiers continue to die. Pass my order, all troops retreat! "
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