Chapter 189 Give Birth to the Eldest Son

[Note: The order received by the school officer only included the word "retreat", the order received by the centurion was only to break camp, and the soldiers did not know anything. The "retreat" that Andre was talking about was told by Jessica. ]

The wounded had not yet been treated and the loot had not yet been collected. The sudden departure order caught everyone off guard.

"Where is the Lieutenant Colonel?" Winters hurried back to Bianli, only to find that Lieutenant Colonel Jessica was not there.

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

Winters felt relieved. There were still many soldiers and wounded in the brigade at the North Bridgehead, and the lieutenant colonel was going to bring them back.

"Where are our people?" Winters asked again.

Mason pointed in all directions to the west: "Everywhere."

"this……"

I have no choice but to find it in a stupid way.

Soldiers were everywhere in Bianli City, and militiamen from the Jashka Brigade were mixed in groups.

Winters, Bud and Mason worked separately, searching house by house and street by street. They searched the border areas but only found half of the men.

"Let the others go back to camp by themselves." Mason discussed with Winters, his voice hoarse from shouting: "I don't have time to look for it a second time."

Bud thought for a moment and proposed a compromise plan: "Someone has to take charge of the situation at the camp. You two go back, and I will take a few people to stay in the city to continue searching."

Winters nodded: "Be careful."

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

Two infantry brigades were escorting the Herds out of the city, and the heavy troops outside were driving dozens of carts into the city. There are three gates in the inner city, but they are still blocked.

Winters ordered the men to turn toward the gap in the wall, only to find that it was even more congested.

Many soldiers who had lost their organic status had not received orders to leave camp and were still pushing their way into the city, trying to grab something.

There was no other way, so Winters led his men towards the city gate again.

Just in time, General Sackler arrived with the gendarmerie.

Sackler's solution to the problem was simple and crude. He asked the military police to read the order repeatedly outside the city gate: "Only entry is allowed through the south gate! Only exit is allowed through the north gate! Chariots and horses are allowed at the middle gate! Anyone who disobeys the order will be executed!"

Language alone has very limited effect. There are still soldiers who want to get by with a lucky mentality.

Soon, their headless bodies were hung on the city walls.

Just as the silt in the river was cleared, the city gate immediately became clear, and Winters was able to lead people out of the city.

Back at the siege camp, people were running around and horses were neighing.

Reconnaissance cavalry was sent out one after another, and the soldiers with quick hands and feet were dismantling tents and loading vehicles.

Only then did Winters become convinced that the higher-ups were serious. Not only must we withdraw, but we must withdraw immediately.

He was deeply disturbed by how little information he had.

As far as he knew, on the land divided into three parts by the river around Bianli, there were 18 infantry brigades, 46 cavalry squadrons, more than 6,000 auxiliaries, and an unknown number of servants, totaling more than 20,000 people. .

How to regroup scattered troops? This alone is enough to give Sackler and Arpad a headache.

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

Only one thing made him feel slightly reassured: the chain of command of Plato's army had not been broken, and the soldiers still acted according to orders. As long as they are clenched into a fist, the Platoans are still an invincible force.

After passing through the noisy and chaotic camp, Winters finally returned to the camp of Jessica Brigade.

He was surprised to find that compared to the big camp, which was like a boiling iron kettle, the Jashka camp was as calm as a deep valley and a deep pool.

Not only Winters, but also Mason and all the militiamen were dumbfounded by the sight in front of them:

Two rows of carriages were parked neatly in the open space, and the carriages contained all the baggage of the Jessica Brigade.

Every sack and box was securely tied and secured by two ropes.

There are no horses in the carriage, because the draft horses are in the stables, enjoying the food safely.

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

The injured soldiers of the Jashka Brigade who stayed behind in the camp were still working. Some were cleaning the hoofs of draft horses, while others were still making dough.

There are also many people working around a dozen simple earth ovens, seeming to be baking something.

If Winters' memory was correct, when he moved with the army to North Bridgehead--three days ago--there were no ovens in the camp.

When they saw their companions returning, the wounded soldiers who stayed behind in the camp quickly brought out dry food and water.

The militiamen who came back from Bianli happened to be tired and hungry, so they took over the food and wolfed it down.

The spirit of the wounded soldiers was so good that Winters was surprised. He asked the wounded soldiers who stayed in the camp: "Who built these ovens?"

"The old saint asked us to set it up." 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 kind of old saint? He is clearly an old stickman! After not seeing each other for three days, it seems that the fanaticism of these old fans 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."

Winters raised his eyebrows: "When did you start making dry food?"

"The day before yesterday, the day you set off for the expedition."

"The carriage? Is this what Brother Rhett asked you to install?"

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

"Take me to Brother Rhett."

Beside the carriage, Winters found the old stickman.

The old man ate well, slept well, and petted the cat every day.

Compared with the image of a frail mendicant monk when they first met, the old magic stick now actually looks a bit rich.

When the two met, the old magic stick was holding a small bucket of red paint in his left hand and a brush in his right hand, and was drawing on the fender of the carriage.

Seeing Winters coming, Brother Rhett 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 stickman was writing:

[Owned by Jessica Battalion of the 5th Legion]

[Theft must be punished by hanging and military law]

Brother Rhett said proudly: "I will mark all the carriages. This way there will be no lawsuits during the march, and there will be evidence for any disputes."

"Hanging for theft? Military law?"

"Not bad, right?" The old man's face became even more rosy: "It's concise and powerful, with neat contrasts. Although this slogan is short, I have been thinking about it for several days. One sentence is enough to scare the young people."

"What's the use?" Winters sneered: "The big-headed soldier can't read."

Brother Rhett's face changed from a blushing face to a red face. He drew a holy symbol behind "Theft will be punished by hanging."

The old man said angrily: "Is this all right? Let's see who dares to steal church property!"

After saying that, Red walked to the next carriage and continued to paint slogans.

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

"Prudery." Brother Rhett glanced at Winters and said, "Say."

Winters licked his lips and asked, "You are preparing for the withdrawal, and you started three days ago, right?"

"Absolutely." Rhett didn't even look back, concentrating on drawing the Holy Emblem on the fence.

“Why do you think we—no, it’s Plato?” Winters pursued him: “Why do you think Plato is going to lose?”

The old man sighed and threw the brush on 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. Regarding Plato's victory, I There was also no doubt."

"Then why did you prepare dry food and carriage in advance?"

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

"I do not understand……"

Brother Red sighed again, walked to a nearby stone bench, and motioned for Winters to follow.

The two sat on the stone bench. The old monk coughed and explained: "The victory of the battle cannot make up for the failure of the strategy. The moment the Platuan people stormed the city, the white lion Yasin had already won. I Let me ask you, do you think the Hedians are willing to let the Platuan people cut them to death with one knife?"

Winters wanted to retort: ​​There are many historical precedents for the strategy of nibbling.

But he also realized: This does not mean that the party being cannibalized does not have the desire to resist. What's more, Plato can no longer be regarded as cannibalizing, but is tearing flesh from the Hed tribes.

"The rabbit dies and the fox grieves, everything hurts its own kind. The auxiliary chariot depends on each other, and the lips are dead and the teeth are cold." Brother Rhett asked Winters again: "The Hud people see the neighboring tribes suffering annihilation one after another. Will they not be afraid? Will they not be resentful? ?Would they not worry about their own fate?”

Rhett pointed at the wilderness and said: "For a young and strong male lion, everything on the grassland is its prey. But once it shows its signs of decline, it will not only be driven away by the female lions, but even the hyenas on the grassland will dare to provoke it." It. There is no other reason than momentum."

"Position? What do you mean..." Winters was confused.

"You kid, you've ruined all my fun." The old man sighed heavily: "Use words you can understand. In the past, the Hittite tribes went uphill, Plato went downhill, and the Hittite tribes went downhill. The Latians beat them until they were bruised and bruised. Thirty years ago, the battle of Ned Smith changed the trend. The Platans began to go uphill, and the Hed tribes began to go downhill. The Platans beat the Hed tribes again and fled."

The old man coughed twice more: "When going uphill, all contradictions, mistakes, and problems can be covered up by victory. Once they go downhill, they will all explode. This is why the Hud people only lost one battle and were beaten one after another. The reason for thirty years is not that Plato’s national power increased sharply, but that the accumulated rifts among the Hed tribes were exploded by a single defeat.”

"But...we were the ones who defeated the Chihe tribe?"

"Let me ask another question." Brother Rhett's eyes were burning: "If God bleeds, is God still God?"

If God bleeds, is God still God?

Winters chewed on the words.

Without waiting for Winters to answer, the old monk continued: "Plato is a lion, and the tribes of Hed are hyenas. The lion king cannot defeat a hundred hyenas, but he can chase and bite a hundred hyenas. It is because the lion king has [Potential].

For thirty years, the Hed tribes have been waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for the Platans to show their decline.

If Plato can destroy the Red River Tribe like nothing, then the [allies] of the Red River Tribe will scatter like birds and beasts, and no one will come to rescue them.

However, the front line of Plato was fortified with strong troops, and the rear area was invaded into the mainland. Yasin, the white lion, has transformed Plato from an invincible god into a bleeder.

The hyenas have smelled blood, and Yassin's [allies] will be rushing to join the feast. They no longer see themselves as prey, but see you as prey.

You can defeat one tribe, two tribes, but when all the Hed tribes come to share the lion meat, you will be shattered to pieces. If your general is not stupid, he should withdraw his troops immediately if he wins this battle. "

Winters cleared his mind and asked: "You mean, the white lion Yasin is deliberately trying to prove that Plato is not invincible. Although we defeated the Red River tribe, we will be besieged by all the Hed tribe."

"In terms of results, that's what it means."

"But aren't all the Hud tribes scattered?" Winters couldn't accept it: "How could any tribe help the White Lion?"

"Then I don't know!" Brother Reid patted Winters on the shoulder: "Boy, if you want to know how the Red River Tribe blends with other tribes, then you have to ask Yasin himself."

Winters felt a little unspeakable: "Then you think the Platoans will definitely lose?"

"No! On the contrary!" Rhett said seriously: "I think Plato will win the final victory."

"Why?" Winters was confused.

Rhett said with emotion: "In my opinion, Plato is still on the rise. Its people are brave and strong, and its king is not an incompetent person. With the support of the other four countries, a failure will not hurt his bones.

The strength of Plato is much stronger than that of the Hed tribes. Failure will allow the Plato people to learn a lesson, and the next time they punch, they will be harder, more accurate, and more powerful.

In the past ten years or so, I have traveled through all the republics. It is not the country of Plato that is on the rise, but the entire alliance. Ned Smith leaves you with thirty years of peace. The future of this league is limitless. "

"Boy, you are just the right age." Rhett looked at Winters, with a smile on his wrinkled face: "Maybe you will experience a prosperous life in its entirety."

This time it was Winters' turn to sigh: "A prosperous age? Let's not start a civil war first."

The old man asked: "So what about civil war? Civil war is also a way to unify resources."

The grievances between the United Provinces and Veneta are inextricably linked, and Winters and the old stickman can't explain it clearly.

He suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows and asked the old magician: "Since you think this battle will be lost, why don't you remind me, or remind Lieutenant Colonel Jashka, or remind General Szekler?"

Rhett glanced sideways at Winters and asked, "I said [chicken breast], do you understand?"

"What do you mean?" Winters was confused.

"There is a wise man named [Plenty of Land], have you heard of it?"

Winters shook his head repeatedly. He racked his brains and couldn't remember any wise man named [Fertile Land].

"Have you heard of the book [Romance of Three Countries]?"

This is even more outrageous, Winters has never heard of it.

"Then I can't explain it to you anyway." Rhett laughed so hard that he coughed: "Just think that I am a swindling old man who tells you a bunch of crazy things. When I bring these words in front of the general, The general won’t believe me either. It’s that simple.”

…

At the same time, at the legion headquarters, Arpad had a sullen face, and bad news was delivered to his desk one after another.

Twelve squadrons of hussars chasing the remnants of the Chihe tribe encountered nearly 10,000 enemies in the northwest.

The enemy was cautious and did not take the initiative to attack the Palatine hussars. They just continued to gather the remaining soldiers of the Chihe tribe, and their numbers became stronger and stronger.

Twelve squadrons of hussars only had more than 1,500 cavalry. Seeing that there was no opportunity to take advantage of them, they left a few sentries to scout and returned to camp.

The intelligence brought back stated that the barbarian chief who was leading tonight's enemy had a red face and a tall figure. Judging from the appearance, he may be the chief of the Terdun tribe and a fire-warmer.

The arrival of the fire-warmers was not the most troublesome thing for Arpad. After all, the Terdun Division had already participated in the war, but their attention was focused on the Jashka Division's bridgehead.

The most distressing information for Major General Arpad was the information sent overnight by Plato's informants and informants in Hed's tribes.

The Haidong and Suzi tribes are gathering troops and demanding that the small tribes attached to them [exhaust their eldest sons].

Because of the delay on the road, Arpad judged that when he received the tip-off, the Haidong and Suzi troops had probably already sent troops.

The three major divisions of Hurd are about to arrive.

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