Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 436 The great alliance moves forward (eight)

  [Barn outside Green Valley]

Although Major Alder Felt didn't know whether the legend of the "Blood Wolf" was true or not, nor did he know how much of the story of the "Blood Wolf" was left to be told, he had already realized one thing - he could no longer let the people in front of him The soldier went on.

  Because even if you wring out the story from the opponent's mouth and fold it in half twice, the result of "Blood Wolf" is still daunting.

Major    Felt originally intended to expose the inconsistencies in the stories told by the other party, and use a few witticisms to ease the fear of the enemy for his subordinates who had just suffered a defeat.

   After all, what important information can a soldier know about an enemy general? It must have been in some stinky tavern listening to some drunken man willing to **** his pants for a glass of ale.

   However, looking around and seeing the faces of his subordinates, Major Felt realized that he was probably self-defeating.

   "Okay! What... the story of the blood of the wolf, is it a foot wrap? Why is it smelly and long?"

Major Felt interrupted the soldiers who were disintegrating their fighting spirit, stepped forward, grabbed the latter's shoulders with both hands, and lifted the latter: "Look at your dejected appearance now! Are you still a soldier of the Republic? Stand up straight for me!"

After all, Major Felt arranged the collar and buttons of the soldier he did not know his name, and evened the folds of the latter's shoulders: "Soldiers should have the appearance of soldiers. We are an army built by Marshal Ned himself, but Not a slave soldier of the false emperor! Soldier, what is your name?"

   "Matthew." The skinny soldier who belonged to the Maplestone City Brigade answered in a low voice.

   It was only at this moment that Major Felt realized that the "soldier" in front of him was just an underage half-sized boy, with a childish face covered in soot and dirt.

   "How could the recruiter of the New Reclamation Corps bring children into the army?" Felt couldn't help but wonder: "Are there no grown men in the New Reclaimed Land?"

   However, now is not a good time to slander the policy of recruiting soldiers in the new field. Major Felt patted the soldier on the shoulder hard, turned to glance at the other soldiers, and asked casually:

"Don't scare yourself with absurd stories from hearsay! If the leader of the rebels really said so much, would we still be alive now? Then why didn't he quickly turn into a werewolf and eat us all? Could it be that he hates me? Is the meat too old?"

  Some people laughed, some didn't, but it was better than the dead atmosphere just now.

Major    Felt got on the haystack and struck while the iron was hot: "I know what everyone is afraid of - you are afraid of failure!"

"That's right, we suffered a defeat today!" Felt showed his enthusiasm and eloquence: "But in Bazenauer in the north, Lieutenant Colonel Sanel has already fought with the main force of the Sixth Army. The troops will meet. The beastly and still fighting rebels will be wiped out in front of them. Just like the river will flow into the sea, the current defeat is only temporary, and the victory will belong to the Great Council and the Second Republic!"

   Several officers took the lead in applauding, followed by sparse applause in the barn.

   Major Felt signaled everyone to disband, then walked down the haystack.

   Lieutenant Nemet - the commander of the tenth brigade - stepped forward immediately, his eyes full of admiration, and his tone was respectful: "Don't be arrogant when you win, don't be discouraged when you lose, sir, you are really the style of a general."

   Felt glanced at Second Lieutenant Nemet. He had always looked down upon this younger brother who liked to flatter his superiors, otherwise he would not have assigned him to the tenth brigade.

   He suppressed his anger and asked, "Do you believe what I just said? Do I believe it? Do they believe it? Can you have a full meal?"

   Lieutenant Nemet's face suddenly turned blue and white.

Major    Felt also realized that his temper was a little out of control, and he didn't say anything more severe: "The most urgent task is to get food for the big boss. Let you go to collect supplies, how many do you find?"

Second Lieutenant Nemet hurriedly reported: "Before 'cleaning up the firing range', I collected some food and drink from the nearby peasant's house, but ... it was not enough to fill everyone's stomach. I also found some flour and wheat in the barn. There may have been some wheat too. But...but the hand grinder and the cooker were in the carriage and lost with the carriage..."

   Major Felt's brows furrowed involuntarily. He bit his nails and turned to look inside the barn:

  Three brigades plus the routed soldiers received along the way—at least 1,500 soldiers were crowded under one roof, many of them didn’t even have a place to lie down and rest, so they could only sit with their knees huddled;

   They were hungry and exhausted, their minds filled with the evening fiasco and the hoofs in the thick fog, and now they were arguing over a bale of hay and a dry flat.

   "If you don't have a grinder, look for a grinder, and if you don't have a cooker, look for a cooker." Felt's eyes were aggressive: "The residents of this village have taken refuge, but can they take everything away? Go!"

   "Yes." Lieutenant Nemet replied immediately: "As soon as the enemy light cavalry retreats, I will go to find it immediately, and I will take people there myself!"

   Seeing Lieutenant Nemet's statement, Felt felt a little better. He nodded and started chasing people: "Is there anything else?"

   "That..." Second Lieutenant Nemet approached the major mysteriously and said in a low voice, "Sir, among the food I found in the nearby farmhouse...I have given you...don't dislike it..."

   Major Felt's perception of Nemet's just getting better immediately became worse, and he ordered with a stern face: "The food will be given priority to the wounded."

   Nemet thought it was the major embarrassed: "You can rest assured, no one will know, I..."

   But Major Felt stopped Nemet from continuing with his eyes, and the latter closed his mouth wisely, saluted, and turned away in a gloomy manner.

   Felt stared at Lieutenant Nemet's back, his empty stomach churning at an untimely time.

Lieutenant Kadar was the second to find the major. He raised his hand to salute and reported directly to the subject: "Major. The shooting holes have been drilled, but the ammunition is very small, only that which the musketeers carry with them; the fence of the barn is also made of wood. Temporary reinforcement may cause a little trouble for the enemy; I arranged for soldiers to take turns to keep vigils on the roof - but looking at the posture tonight, the rebels should just want to scare us, and the storm will take place tomorrow at the earliest."

   Felt nodded slightly. Although he admired the performance of this subordinate today, he did not show much approval.

Lieutenant    Kadar was the only gain Major Felt had in today's defeat. Felt also disliked the arrogant and arrogant second lieutenant Kadar - otherwise, he would not have lost the latter to the position of the second-to-last ninth captain in the command sequence.

However, the performance of Lieutenant Kadar today is very dazzling. Not only did he efficiently gather his troops when he was attacked, but he also led his light cavalry several times to rush out of the phalanx to fight the enemy. In the "maintaining the morale of the large phalanx" Contributed a lot on matters of life and death.

   "It seems that the sharp awl will always pierce the pocket whenever there is a chance." Major Felt thought: "Although it is a bit thorny."

Major Felt cleared his throat and asserted, "The rebels must have known we lost all supplies, and they're keeping us up all night, trying to overwhelm us with hunger and weariness. But you're right about one thing, We're safe tonight. The stone building is strong enough that the rebels won't be stupid enough to bump into it. Rest as soon as possible, Lieutenant."

Lieutenant Kadar did not move his legs, his expression was stiff, and he said unaccustomedly: "It is a rare achievement for you to lead us here for the first time. This defeat is because the enemy's strength is too strong. Strong, please don't blame yourself too much."

Although he knew that the second lieutenant was trying to exonerate himself, Major Felt felt even more bitter in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "Eating a defeat is a defeat, and it's pointless to make excuses afterward. This defeat was all because of my greed for merit, and I will submit a report in the future. I will take full responsibility and not involve you. However, the most important thing now is what to do tomorrow - at least until the time of writing the report of defeat, we will have a chance to discuss the victory and defeat of this battle."

   "That's what I'm going to say." Lieutenant Kadar pursed his lips, and there was a haze between his brows:

"Major, I asked the rout soldiers who escaped from the 7th and 8th battalions, and they all agreed that the enemy who ambushed them was mainly infantry, and there were almost no cavalry. The light cavalry chasing us came from behind us, no accident. , is an old friend who has harassed us all the way. And the enemy who ambushed us...probably was another unit."

"Of course I know that the enemy who ambushed us was an infantry unit." Major Felt smiled contemptuously: "How could it be possible for my three brigades to be eaten up just by those black hussars riding bad horses? A team fights together, and they can't break it, let alone three teams! They'll just smash heads and blood."

Lieutenant Kadar's brows twitched into a knot, and his voice unconsciously became a little depressed: "Except for the preparatory work, don't you think the enemy's fighter planes are very accurate? The coordination of the ambush on the two flanks is like an arm. The smoke covers the sky, I don't even know the position of the other battalions, but the enemy seems to be able to see through the smoke wall. He is like... He is like a first-class swordsman, we are third-rate, and as soon as we make a move, he knows us What to do, every sword hits our weak sword..."

   Major Felt was a little unhappy: "Lieutenant Kadar, there is no need to belittle yourself, and there is no need to exaggerate the enemy so much."

   Lieutenant Kadar lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he took a deep breath and changed the conversation: "Major, attack the three brigades from two directions, and want to maintain such an attack width - judging by the length of our march, the enemy's at least - I That is to say at least—there must be two brigades."

Major Felt did some mental calculations, and felt that the estimates of the two battalions were still small, but he didn't speak, just nodded: "It means that the rebels are divided, which is a good thing. The more enemies in front of us, Colonel Sarnell's. the better the odds.”

"You are right, I also think that the rebels should set up a special unit to guard the back road." Lieutenant Kadar swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face became a little strange: "But have you considered... to be able to mobilize more than two Who would be a rebel army with a brigade of infantry and commanding a hussar unit equipped with Hedma horses, and at the same time suitable for independent operations?"

Major Felt's expression became more serious as he listened. He compared Lieutenant Kadar's description with the intelligence in his memory, and he was silent for a long time before speaking: "Don't you want to say that the enemy we encountered today is the 'rebel's rebels' '—Tiefeng County rebels, right? In other words, Tiefeng County not only let the rebels cross the border, but also actively joined the rebels? Even the rebels dared to let them act alone and guard the back road for the entire army?"

Lieutenant    Kadar did not answer directly, but continued to ask: "Do you still remember who the commander of the Iron Peak County rebels is?"

"Montagne, Winters Montagne." After uttering the name, Major Felt didn't say a word for a long time. After some struggle, he reluctantly spit out the title: "Blood of the Wolf" ."

"I have one more thing to tell you." Lieutenant Kadar seemed to have experienced a more painful struggle than the major, and his face almost turned into a pig's liver: "I, I, I... I know Winters Montagne. Principal."

   "You know?" Major Felt's jaw dropped.

   "Montagne Squad Leader." Lieutenant Kadar squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's my district captain."

Major    Felt folded his arms thoughtfully.

Lieutenant Kadar added quickly, and the more he said, the lower his voice was: "I only know who Winters Montagne is in the Army Academy, I'm not sure about the 'Winter' in the mouths of Montagne District Captain and that soldier. S Montagne' is not alone... let alone if he is..."

Major    Felt didn't say a word, but pressed the second lieutenant with burning eyes.

   Kadar was about to burst into tears: "Blood wolf."

  …

When Cadar explained everything about Winters Montagne in his memory in detail in front of Major Felt, in the green valley a few kilometers away, under the clouds like a river of blood, there was another unique "alumni meeting". "It's being held.

   "What's it called?" Andrei asked with a smile.

   He was topless, straddling. At the same time, the two auxiliary soldiers were working together to tie a circle of cloth around his waist and abdomen.

  The fabric was so tightly bound that it almost pierced into the meat. Andrei smiled, as if there was no discomfort.

   "Imre." The captain of the second lieutenant of the 6th Battalion of the 6th Army who was captured whispered. The dust and blood stains on the second lieutenant's face had not been washed away, and he did not dare to look up at the senior: "Report, Imre Keena."

   "I haven't heard of you." Andrei thought for a while and asked, "The cavalry department? Issue 22?"

  Imre lowered his head, twisted the straps on both sides of his trousers, and said in a low voice, "Artillery Division, Issue 22."

"Then you may not meet acquaintances today." Andrei lost interest immediately, and glanced at his apprentice regretfully: "I don't think there are any extra horses for you, you can only walk with the infantry. Don't fall behind! Ordinary prisoners who fall behind may not be cared for, your words, because you know too much..."

  Andre patted his junior on the shoulder with pity: "So if you fall behind, you will be killed."

   Lieutenant Imre wanted to cry, but couldn't cry.

  Fortunately, only Andre Cellini was the only one who came to the captured officers to engage in "goodwill activities".

   Major Seber is of relatively high rank, so he disdains to take the initiative to talk to his juniors. Winters is relatively busy, so he has no time to come and recognize people.

  After being tightly wrapped with the auxiliary soldiers' cloth from the waist to the ribs, Andre put on his uniform again and walked towards his subordinates.

  Not only Andre, but all the new army cavalrymen in Green Valley are doing the same preparation - tying their waists and abdomens with several meters of cloth.

   This is the "new technology" brought back by Winters from the Heards. With the external force generated by the fabric, the rider's spine and internal organs are firmly fixed in place, making the rider more able to withstand the bumps and impacts of riding.

  For short-range charges, this preparation can be said to be superfluous; but for long-range charges, similar preparations become very important.

   Seeing Lieutenant Cellini coming, the cavalrymen put down their work and raised their hands to salute.

  Andre nodded casually, walked over to his subordinates without saying a word, and checked one by one whether the cloth belts around the subordinates' waists were securely wrapped.

When    inspected Turin, he tugged at the fabric around Turin's waist—it didn't move.

  Andrei was noncommittal, and continued to check the young man beside Turin - slack and obviously unintentional.

  Andrei didn't say a word, just raised his leg and aimed at Turin with a kick. Turin knew that he was wrong, and he didn't dare to hide. He was kicked to a stagger and stood up straight for the second time. The cavalrymen were all helping each other and tying the cloth.

   But the second shot didn't show up. Turin watched in surprise as Andre stretched out his hand to untie the cloth belt on the young man's waist, and personally helped the latter prepare for the attack. He froze for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward to help.

   "If this thing is not tightened." Andre said impatiently as he started to move: "Your waist will be ruined! Especially this time the road is not easy to walk."

  The young man's Adam's apple rolled and whispered, "Yes."

   "What's it called?" Andrei asked casually.

   "Alexander." The young man repeated his full name: "Alexander Nikolaevich."

   "Good name." Andrei tied a knot at the end of the fabric, then smiled and punched the young man's chest: "Don't be left behind."

   "Yes." The young man answered heavily. He wanted to say more, but Lieutenant Cellini had gone to check on the next man.

  In the fields behind Andre, Turin, and Alexander, thousands of horses are enjoying their last meal before departure.

  All the mules and horses in the Green Valley are gathered, not only the livestock of the army, but also the livestock of the civilians.

   Even cattle, sheep, donkeys and other livestock that were not included in the expropriation were all driven into the forests downstream of the Achyranthes—in fact, the farmers hid their livestock and grain spontaneously without the new army at all. They have learned a lot over the past two years.

As for the new army, in order to ensure that the cavalry unit has more than one horse, many light cavalry even had to give up their mounts and temporarily fight as infantry; and the pack horses allocated to the infantry have long since been taken back, and some were taken away by Mason as draught horses, and the rest of the reassignment to the cavalry as backup horses.

   The current Tiefeng County New Army has actually been divided into three parts:

   Carrying only four artillery pieces and most of the baggage, the Mason detachment set off early;

  The Andre and Cyber ​​squads, all of which are one-man horses;

   and the Montagne detachment, which was almost pure infantry.

   On the north bank of the Achyranthes and at the foot of Yinque Mountain, Winters was making his final mobilization to the entire army. He stood on a boulder, his face flickered by the firelight of the Green Valley, reflecting the lines of his face.

   Four battalions of new army soldiers stood in four square formations in front of Winters. The faces of the soldiers also flickered with the changes of the firelight, but their eyes were bright.

   "Warriors." Winters' voice was clear and solemn, and he told his soldiers bluntly about the crisis the coalition was currently facing:

"Because of the arrival of the puppet government reinforcements, our army no longer has the advantage of strength in both the north and south battlefields. What you have repelled today is only a small part of the enemy. On the other side of Yinque Mountain, the enemy's The main force has met the main force led by Colonel Bode."

   "The plan of the pseudo-government is very simple. Their army is like a pair of pincers, attacking us from the north and south, trying to crush us like an ant between the mountains and the lake."

   "However, they did one thing wrong - they underestimated us. Their north-south deployment gave us an advantage in fighting on the inside."

   "Now, we have broken one arm of the enemy's tongs. Just break the other arm, and the seemingly unstoppable tongs will fall apart."

   Having said this, Winters was silent for a moment. He looked at the soldiers who were looking up at him and tore the speech Jacob Green had drafted for him to shreds in his mind.

   He stopped talking about tactics, strategy, the game between the two armies, and the gorgeous rhetoric written for him by his staff.

   He looked into the eyes of the warriors, his expression sad and determined.

   "You just won a great victory today." He said: "You deserve the glory and joy of victory, and you have the right to drink, laugh, and sing."

   "But no, tonight, I have to lead you out again. Because there is another victory on the other side of the Silver Sparrow Mountain, there is another victory for you to win."

   "If we can't win that victory, our victory at the moment is only fleeting; if we can't win that victory, what awaits us is doomed destruction."

   Winters raised his hand and pointed to the green valley that was still burning:

   "For that victory, we will burn half of the Green Valley to the ground."

   "For that victory, we have to burn the remaining half of the Green Valley."

   "For that victory, we let the enemy who could have been wiped out in one sweep slip away from us."

   "For that victory, we gave up the chance to occupy the new land capital."

   Winters clenched his fists tightly and said almost every word through gritted teeth:

   "Because it was an existential victory for us!"

   "Because it was a victory that decided the ownership of this land!"

   "Because it was a victory that could put an end to all suffering and war in the new land!"

  The formation of the new army was silent, only the "crack" of the burning wood and the sound of the soldiers breathing.

   "Follow me!" Winters gave Green Valley one last look and ordered to set off: "Go and win!"

  …

  [next day]

  I don't know what time it was in the middle of the night, when the sound of hooves outside the barn disappeared.

   At dawn, Lieutenant Kadar was urged to set off by Major Felt. So the second lieutenant carried a white flag and rode off to Green Valley.

   Major Felt certainly did not intend to surrender, but he was reluctant to give up the rare opportunity to glimpse the reality of Green Valley.

The nameless small farm where the remnants of Felt’s defeated generals were located was unable to provide them with supplies. Second lieutenant Nemet led someone to dig three feet into the ground, but he didn't find much food.

  The turmoil for two whole years has taught the farmers to be like squirrels, digging holes and digging dark cellars everywhere, and no one is stupid enough to store grain at home. Not to mention that at the moment when the green and yellow are not picking up, the farmers have no surplus grain in their hands.

   Although the hope is slim, Major Felt wants to see if he can get a "decent truce".

  If that doesn't work, Major Felt can only use the alternative - the good habit of academic officers - to smash the boat and risk his life.

   Therefore, when Major Felt looked through the autumn water, he sincerely prayed that Lieutenant Kadar could return safely. Lieutenant Nemet was preparing the soldiers' last meal with all the food he found.

   After leaving for an hour, Lieutenant Kadar returned.

  He brought bad news and good news to the overjoyed Major Felt.

  The bad news is that he failed to meet his senior Montagne, and naturally he failed to submit the request for a "decent truce";

  The good news is that Green Valley Town is now an empty city. The rebels have withdrawn overnight, and none of them can be found.

   "They...rebels." Lieutenant Kadar's expression was full of confusion: "Even the prisoners were left behind."

   "What?" Major Felt couldn't believe his ears: "What did you say?"

   Kadar repeated: "The prisoners of the 6th, 7th, and 8th battalions are now in Green Valley, and the rebels have not taken any of them."

The ecstasy on Major Felt's face vanished, and he asked the second lieutenant seriously, "Are you sure."

   "Sure." Kadar nodded.

Major    Felt didn't say a word, and directly ordered Nemet to arrest Kadar, and then sent a new group of scouts to Green Valley.

  …

  [Three hours later]

  [Green Valley Town]

   "Now you see, everything I said is true." Lieutenant Kadar said with an expressionless face, "I have neither lied nor been bribed by the rebels."

   "This...this..." Major Felt was also confused by the bizarre behavior of the rebels: "Why is this?"

   In the town square in front of the two, thousands of prisoners are being watched by sheriffs and town militiamen, waiting to be "taken in".

   The sheriff burst into tears when he saw the Colonel's uniform on Major Felt's body.

   Including the sheriff, there are only a dozen law enforcement officers in Green Valley. How can they suppress thousands of prisoners?

   In order to avoid the tragic occurrence of "the green valley was sacked by the rioters", the sheriff called all the men in the town and watched over the captives all night, and finally ushered in the "dawn" after the dawn.

   "Your Excellency Montagne... No! The traitor Montagne said." The sheriff snorted and cried: "Just hand these prisoners over to you, you know how to deal with them."

   "Leave it to me?" Major Felt was stunned: "Did he really say that?"

   "I don't know either, it was told to me by the mayor."

   "Where's the mayor?"

   "Run." The sheriff pointed out the town's road: "I was afraid of being liquidated by you, so I rolled up and ran with the rebels."

   Major Felt narrowed his eyes: "Where did the traitors go?"

   Sheriff was at a loss: "I don't know."

   Major Felt was stunned, he held the hilt of his sword, and asked sharply, "I don't know?! Cover up the rebels, I think you want to die!"

The sheriff was stunned for a moment, then hugged the major's boots and burst into tears: "I really don't know! The rebels have never entered the town, and we didn't dare to look outside the town, we only knew that they were gone. Now. Where did they go, I really don't know, my lord!"

   Major Felt gave the sheriff a helpless look: "Call the townspeople, I want to ask questions. Bring me the peasants who live outside the town as well, the rebels can't fly to the sky! There will definitely be clues."

   The sheriff hastily went to ring the bell to summon the townspeople.

   "Call me all the sergeants and officers among the captured people." Major Felt turned around and ordered Lieutenant Kadar: "Restore the 6th, 7th, and 8th battalions as soon as possible."

   In order to prevent the rebels from playing tricks, Felt brought only a few entourages into the Green Valley this time, and the main force was still standing in the granary of the farm outside the valley. He didn't even want to give up the sturdy building, so he made up his mind and planned to use only prisoners to control Green Valley.

Lieutenant    Kadar shook his head: "Major, the rebels took away all the sergeants and officers—I asked when I first entered the town. There are only soldiers here."

   "What the **** are the rebels trying to do?" Major Felt felt like his brain was about to explode: "I want to use the prisoners of these three brigades to hold us back, are they really retreating?"

   "Who knows?" Lieutenant Kadar whistled: "Maybe the battle in the north will be decided, and the rebels will flee."

   "Then it would be safer for him to kill us and then run away?"

"Who knows what Senior Montagne thinks?" After being suspected once, Lieutenant Kadar's attitude towards the major became a little cynical: "Maybe he thinks that barn is too difficult to fight, or he may be in a hurry ."

"If he really wants to escape." Major Felt's mind is now a mess, he pointed to the Green Valley Bridge across the Hyssop River: "This bridge must be demolished, right? Keep this bridge for our convenience. Have you crossed the river?"

   Lieutenant Kadar did not speak.

   Major Felt suddenly looked around nervously and asked vigilantly, "Could that guy be trying to trick us into getting out of the strong wall and then slaughter us all?"

Lieutenant    Kadar shrugged, no matter what Major Felt said, he didn't say anything.

"No, the stronghold outside the valley can't be abandoned!" Major Felt had a headache, and he simply cut the mess: "These three brigades will be handed over to you, and I will send you officers and non-commissioned officers, and you will command them! First! Give me a careful search of Green Valley, and then confirm that there are no loopholes in the city defense."

   Lieutenant Kadar raised his hand in salute.

   "That's right." Major Felt's stomach was grumbling. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't forget to ask the sheriff for two trucks of food and drinks, and send them to the outpost as soon as possible!"

   Having said that, Major Felt was about to leave the place he thought was murderous.

   "Major." Lieutenant Kadar stopped Felt from behind and reminded faintly: "Don't you know? The rebels have already scraped off the grain storage in Green Valley."

  …

   After repeated cross-examination, interrogation, and even personal inspection of the ruts and horseshoe prints on the road, Major Felt finally confirmed that the rebels had indeed withdrawn from Green Valley.

   But he did not dare to say whether he would withdraw from the "Green Valley". The officers under his command also agreed that the rebels must have other plans to easily abandon a fortified town.

   It's just that the "conspiracy" is whether to lure out the remnants of Felt's army and then kill them all, or whether to set up a suspicion to cover and retreat, the officers disagree.

   There were so many suspicious things that Major Felt couldn't sort out his thoughts.

   In the end, he decided to choose the safest way—since the order given to him was to occupy the "Green Valley-Qingyin Mountain Pass" line and cut off the rebels' back path, then he only needed to firmly occupy the Green Valley Town.

   After all, he has more pressing problems to solve—how to feed the remnants of his six brigades.

  So, in the war-torn river valley at the southern foot of Yinque Mountain, the two commanders of the southern sub-field of the yet-to-be-named Great War finally made diametrically opposed choices.

   At the same time, at the northern foot of Yinque Mountain.

One of the worst scouting reports Colonel    has ever had:

   The enemy he encountered head-on was neither the "less than ten brigades" estimated before the war, nor the "twelve to fourteen brigades" after receiving reinforcements from the King's Castles, but a full seventeen infantry battalions! There are thousands of light and heavy cavalry!

Sanel Angelman is a lunatic, and Chloe Toril is even crazier than him. Except for the two battalions left behind, the old, weak and sick, all the soldiers who reorganized the New Reclamation Corps and the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army were killed. They took them to Mirror Lake County.

   At this moment, in front of Colonel Bode and his three-county coalition.

   [Maintained a good routine for 26 days, and finally collapsed≡(▔﹏▔)≡]

   [The next chapter needs a leave of absence...]

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