Chapter 246 - 158: Feigned Defeat? Real Defeat?_2
After all the leaders left, Budocaribas turned to look at the battlefield, sighing inwardly: Maximus, don’t blame me for being unkind. Why did you recklessly engage in battle with such a powerful Segestica army? If only you had stayed in the camp to defend!
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"Military officer, the red flag on the mountain has moved!" The guard urgently reminded.
"I see it." Flanitnus’s face was grave: The red flag waving at this moment indicates a change in formation has been completed, but the soldiers are unable to stop retreating, what should I do?
He did not hesitate and immediately said: "Hagux, hurry to the temporary camp to notify Pequot!"
"Yes!"
Flanitnus then urgently ordered his messengers: "You, quickly go find Fesaros! ... You, go find Torrelugo! ... You, go find Camillus! ... Tell them that the reserves are already on their way, they must stop the enemy as quickly as possible, otherwise this battle will be in big trouble!"
In fact, it wasn’t just Flanitnus responsible for executing orders who saw the flags waving on the hill, the three legion commanders at the back of their respective units observing the battlefield also noticed and all understood the urgency of the situation, all taking nearly the same measures.
The three legion commanders led their guards, holding shields and swords, joining the rear of the formation, shouting in unison: "The legion commander orders! Hold the formation, no more retreating! Hold the formation, no retreating!..."
Initially, only a dozen people were shouting, soon it was hundreds, thousands... When nearly 9,000 rebel army soldiers who had shared hardships for over a year all shouted, this unified voice was like a thunderclap in early spring overwhelming all the noise on the battlefield, making their blood boil and awakening their powerful determination.
Thus, the soldiers in the front line dug their retreating feet back into the mud, raised their square shields with their aching left arms, leaned sideways with their shoulders against the shields, and thrust forward with their short swords to relieve the pressure. Their comrades behind them supported each other, ultimately transmitting the pooled strength to resist the enemy’s continuous assault.