Chapter 196 The Army Is Weak

Winters knew nothing about what happened behind him.

All he could do was urge the team to keep going, going, going.

The appearance of the Hurd cavalry was like an invisible whip, hitting the Platoans' backs hard, and the troops' marching speed suddenly accelerated.

"Centurion Montagne." Lieutenant Colonel Jessica summoned Winters to his side, his expression extremely serious: "Take your centurion as the vanguard. Control the speed and walk slowly."

"Walk slower?"

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica let go of his right hand to measure the pulse, pointed at the queue and said: "The troops are walking one hundred and twenty-six steps per minute now. They are afraid, that's why they walk so fast. There are still hundreds of kilometers ahead, so they are walking fast for a while. What is the use?"

"Understood." Winters raised his hand in salute, then turned his horse to leave.

"Slow down your speed and walk at a regular pace."

[Note: Normal steps are 72 steps per minute]

"yes!"

"Go ahead." Lieutenant Colonel Jessica tapped Winters' shoulder lightly with his whip.

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Behind the leading troops, the scouts and cavalry of the two armies were chasing and fighting in the vast wilderness.

Encounters on a single-digit scale compete in equestrianism, skill and courage.

The Hittites were all armed with bows and arrows, but the Platts were better equipped with horses. Both sides suffered casualties, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

As for Plato, the first group of envoys had not returned yet, and the second group of envoys from Szekeli had already set off, followed closely by the third group of envoys.

As a result, not long after White Lion returned to the Chihe tribe camp, Gray Eyes sent someone to ask him to discuss matters again, and also invited the fire-warmer to come over.

"You go to the tribes to bring back the women and children, uncle." The white lion was neatly dressed, put on a slave horse, and turned back into the silent and resolute leader: "The leaders of the tribes have made an appointment with me, and they will not embarrass you."

"Then what?"

"Then you take the Yinglin Department to escort the women and children north and escort them back to the old camp."

"You want me to leave here? If the Eagle Forest Department is not here, how can I share the spoils?"

"You send the clansmen to the old camp and come back in time." Bai Shi said calmly and firmly: "Just watch, uncle, this battle still has to be fought."

…

The Platans' posture became more humble every time.

When the first batch of envoys came, the terms of the peace agreement were to leave with weapons and flags - no different from retreating.

Of course the leaders of the Hurd tribes would not agree.

The conditions for the second batch of envoys have become: the Palatine army will leave with weapons and flags, and compensation will be paid according to the losses of the tribes.

The conditions for the third batch of envoys: willing to cede territory, pay compensation, and agree on ten years of peace, but the Plato army still had to leave with weapons and flags.

There was a great discussion among the tribes, and the leaders quarreled endlessly.

"What kind of messenger! He's obviously a spy!" The fire-warmer yelled, silencing the voices of the others: "The Platoans bullied other tribes into not killing the messenger, so they sent people one after another to check on you and me! Catch up with those envoys and kill them all!"

"If you want to kill, you can kill." The leader of the Blackwater Tribe looked displeased.

[Note: The Hed tribes have a tradition of not killing messengers, Plato... also had it in the past]

The roaster glared at the leader of the Blackwater Tribe: "Is this a matter for my family, the Teldu Tribe? You don't want to get blood, but you let me kill you?"

"What else are you thinking about? Do you still want to agree? You know that there is a pit in front of you, but you still jump into it?" The new war leader [Eater] slapped his thigh and scolded the leaders: "The minds of two-legged people are as crooked as sheep intestines. What are you talking about with them? They are running away with nothing to eat or drink. We should be sending troops to attack them. How can we just sit here and not take action?!"

A leader agreed: "Yes! We are sitting in the felt tent, but the tribesmen are hugging each other to keep warm. Along the way, many horses have died. If the two-legged people are eliminated one day earlier, our losses will be smaller. The tribes There are at least 30,000 men and horses. If we join forces to attack, how can we not defeat the Two-Legged Man?"

When the tribes of Hud went on an expedition in the winter, their horses lost fat at first, until their ribs were exposed one by one, and finally died inexplicably.

In order to arrive as quickly as possible, they didn't even bring a few tents. It was no exaggeration to hug each other to keep warm.

You can get through it for a day or two, but as time goes by, even a tough man will get sick from the cold.

The sooner the Plato army is defeated, the smaller the losses suffered by the Hed tribes.

Not to be outdone, the fire-warmer immediately pushed back: "Healthy Eater, I want to ask you, do you still jump into a trap when you know it is a trap? You don't understand what the two-legged man wants to do, but you still act like a blind cow. Acting randomly?"

"A guy who has been thrown away by the Golden People in the Sacrifice of Heaven has no right to talk to me." The dieter replied.

The man who was warming the fire stood up silently, and suddenly pounced on the healthy eater like a bear.

The two men were holding on to each other's robes, and it took a lot of effort for the other leaders to separate them.

Gray Eyes reassured the two of them: "You might as well send a few bright-eyed people to follow the Two-Legged Man's envoy back to explore their true identity."

The white lion sat in the corner and said nothing.

The little lion sat behind the white lion, his face full of disdain.

When the healthy eater saw these two people, he pointed at the white lion and asked: "White lion, you summoned us here. Why don't you speak? You speak!"

"The ministries won't listen to me, so it's better not to speak."

"How did you know I didn't listen?" The dieter was furious.

"Okay!" The white lion patted the little lion: "Bring me my tapestry."

The little lion got up and left, and soon returned to the felt tent with the rolled blanket in his arms.

It is not the blanket with fur that is common in the homes of Hurd herders, but a blanket woven from wool.

The blanket was slowly unfolded in the center of the felt tent, which was as long and wide as a person, with a map embroidered with gold thread on it.

Maps, this is an incredible thing.

Nowadays, the territories of various tribes are limited, so the map is kept in the mind without drawing it.

The large maps from the Queye Khan era were treasured by the leaders of various tribes and were treasures not shown to outsiders.

"Open the skylight!" Gray Eyes ordered the guard outside the tent.

The leather covering the tent was removed, and the sun shone into the felt tent and onto the map.

The leaders gathered around the map, being careful not to step on it.

"Isn't this Galan Lake?" A leader narrowed his eyes and asked, pointing to the corner of the map.

Galan Lake is very far to the west. The tribes living there are regarded as savages by the Hud tribes and are called "Wild Hud".

"This is a map drawn by the Paratu people." White Lion said word by word: "It extends to Jinding Mountain in the south, Shading Mountain in the north, Zhuwang Castle in the east, and Galan Lake in the west.

You are fighting for power here, but you don’t know that the Platoans have long been thinking about how to exterminate you and me. If we do not work together, one day the fires of all tribes will be trampled by the Platoans, and the heads of all tribes and Guizhou will be swept away like ashes. "

The leaders of the tribes were silent.

"That's all I have to say." Bai Shi sat back down.

The healthy eater stepped on the map, looked angrily, pointed at the white lion and asked: "Then what do you think we should do?"

"I have only one sentence." The white lion replied calmly: "Since the healthy food man is elected as the war leader, then everyone must listen to the healthy food man. He asked the tribes to walk through the sea of ​​fire, and the tribes must also walk. He asked the tribes to crawl Even the tribes have to climb the snow-capped mountains.”

There was an uproar under the dome. This was not the answer the leaders of the tribes wanted to hear.

"Although the Platuan people fought, they also quarreled. But once the military order was issued, everyone no longer said anything and just listened to the military order and rushed to kill. Even if the military order was wrong, they would follow it. Therefore, the Plattuan people could be defeated twice or three times. Hed people. If you and I can't do it, we will be beaten forever." The white lion said firmly: "Since we recommend healthy eaters, we must listen to him, that's it!"

The other leaders were silent, and the little lion looked dissatisfied.

"Okay! That's it!" Roasted Fireman yelled: "But if you give an order to let the Teldu troops die, I won't obey it! Healthy Eater!"

"I agree too." Gray Eyes nodded.

The leaders of the tribes made a fuss and agreed to obey the orders of the healthy eaters.

"If you are willing to listen to me," the healthy eater said loudly, "then join me."

Whenever there is a big meeting among the Hed people, the participants drink a glass of wine together to show that they have no second thoughts.

Combing the bowls is a ceremony to announce the end of a great meeting. It is obviously against the rules for healthy eaters to close the bowls now.

"Okay." Bai Shi stood up and was the first to agree.

The guards brought in strong wine, and the leaders took the lead in paying respects to the gods and began to take turns drinking and swearing.

"Eater, you are not a profuse sweater. If you assassinate the Teldu tribe, I will not obey you." The roaster was the last to close his cup. He said this with regret before drinking the strong wine to finish. ceremony.

So the healthy eaters divided the tribes of Hed into two wings and one army according to the tradition of the Hed people.

Suzi tribe and Haidong tribe serve as the center army, Terdun tribe and Chihe tribe form the right wing, and other tribes merge into the left wing.

Healthy Eaters also know that the tribes of Hed are scattered, and one tribe can still command them, but many tribes cannot execute complex military orders if they are put together.

"We will break up camp when we go back tonight, and tomorrow when the two-legged men are marching." The healthy eaters ordered the leaders of the tribes: "The middle army will attack their center army, the right wing will attack their rear guard, and the left wing will attack their forward force. All tribes will work together. , they are determined not to be able to resist you and me."

While the healthy eaters were still making an appointment to rendezvous, a sentry rider outside the tent suddenly came to report that the Platuan people were burning the camp and had fled overnight.

"Come back quickly and gather your troops!" The healthy eater made a quick decision: "Don't let the two-legged people get away!"

The leaders dispersed in response and walked out of the felt tent.

Outside the felt tents, everyone in Haidong was also hanging strings, donning armor, and preparing horses.

There were people neighing and horses hooting in the camp, and it was very lively.

As the master of this area, the Chihe tribe also brought some tents with the army.

Haidong came all the way and brought nothing at all.

Carrying less luggage means moving faster.

As soon as they mounted their horses, led their servants, and picked up their bows and swords, Haidong everyone changed from the camp state to the march state in the blink of an eye.

The leaders of the various tribes left the eastern part of the sea and went to find their own tribes.

On the way back to the camp, the little lion was still sulking: "How could you listen to that trash from the healthy eaters? They are just here to take advantage! The blood is from the Chihe Tribe! But now he is sweating profusely! "

"Every word I spoke to the healthy eaters was the result of my thinking over the years." The white lion patiently explained to his younger brother: "The lion bites our throat, and the wolf bites our wrist. Should we deal with the lion first, or the wolf?"

"But that's not possible..."

The White Lion said bluntly: "If the Healthy Eater can lead us to defeat the Platoans, I will willingly recommend him as the Great Khan."

The little lion scratched his head: "He can't win?"

The white lion asked his younger brother in blunt Common Tongue: "[Common Tongue] How do you think healthy eaters compare to me?"

The little lion was stunned and replied in Common Language: "How can [Common Language] be comparable to big brother!"

The white lion sighed longly: "[Common Language] I prepared for three years. I thought I could guard Bianli for three months. But when the Plato people exerted their strength, Bianli could not hold on for seven days. Shamans from all tribes helped, I thought I could at least cut off one arm of the Platoans, but I was still beaten to the point of almost annihilation."

As a witness, the little lion didn't know how to comfort his brother.

"[Common Language] I thought I had overestimated the Platoans, but in fact I still underestimated them." White Lion patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "[Common Language] There is still a lot we have to learn... all the tribes Seeing our defeat, they look down on us in their hearts, because they have not yet personally experienced the skills of the Plato people. Only when they also hit a wall will they know what we have gone through and will they regain their respect for the Chihe tribe. . Only when they also hit a wall will they follow my strategy."

"[Common language] Then you and I...should hope that the healthy eater loses?" the little lion asked doubtfully.

"[Common] No! I sincerely hope that the Eater can win." White Lion replied sincerely: "[Common] But he can't win, because he is facing the 'Hammer of Plato' and' Shield of Plato'."

The white lion rarely showed a smile: "[Common Language] And from Plato's Hammer, I learned a very important point."

"[Common language] what?"

"[Common] Backup plan."

…

While the white lion and the little lion were talking, General Arpad was giving his final speech to the Palatine cavalry.

Arpad stood on a carriage, waving a piece of parchment and shouting, "Do you know what this is?"

Thousands of cavalrymen held the reins and stood in front of their horses in silence.

"This is the withdrawal order from the Palatine Council!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Not only the soldiers, but also the lieutenants were surprised.

The lieutenant colonels had normal expressions on their faces, because they had long known about the existence of this order.

The colonels were not surprised. Not only did they know this order, they also knew it was the second withdrawal order.

In the entire legion, only Arpad and Sackler knew the truth: This was actually the fifth order to withdraw troops.

Not long after the Hurd raiders invaded the mainland of Plato, the Grand Council issued the first withdrawal order.

Five orders came in succession, each one more harshly worded than the last.

"Let me tell you, what is written in this order!" Arpad picked up the parchment and told the entire army the contents of the confidential letter: "The fifth and sixth armies are stranded in enemy territory and have not made any achievements. Order The fifth and sixth legions return to Shuangqiao Camp. Any delay will be punished as treason! That will be punished as treason!"

The wind swept over the phalanx of Plato soldiers, carrying waves of anger.

"The council asked us where the legions were when they were needed?!" Arpad tore the sealed order from the Palatine Council into pieces in front of everyone, and threw it to the ground: " The council are full of fat bastards! What do they think we are doing?!"

"Do they think we're drinking wine, eating meat, and feasting on Hurd women?"

"Do they think we don't want to go back to Plato?"

"Didn't we fight bloody battles with the Hud barbarians till today?! Which one of you has no wounds? Which one of you doesn't have your comrade-in-arms buried in the wilderness?! Now we have become traitors?!"

With the assistance of spellcasters who restored their spell abilities, Arpad's voice spread to every corner of Plato's army.

The suppressed anger and resentment in the hearts of the soldiers gradually fermented. They fought bloody battles! But you are risking your life fighting with the Hurd Barbarian!

"Tens of thousands of Hurd barbarians are biting behind us! But the Grand Council regards us as traitors!" Arpad was also full of anger: "We are alone now! No one will come to save us! Only ourselves! Follow me! Kill all the Hurd barbarians! Thread their ears together with straw ropes! Follow me and ask the Grand Council for an explanation!"

"Long live!" a soldier shouted.

"Long live!!" Others shouted.

"Long live!!!" Everyone shouted with anger and resentment.

Arpad mounted his horse and ran to the north first, with the Eagle Banner following behind him.

When the bugle sounded, the cavalrymen all got on their horses and followed the general under the guidance of the officers.

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Arpad's inflammatory speech, however, had little to do with the vanguard.

If the old magician heard this, he would probably give Arpad a negative comment about "ulterior motives".

For Winters, he still lived a marching life of walking, building camp, and resting, but he was more vigilant.

A day and a half later, the messenger cavalry, holding high the blue military flag, caught up with the vanguard from behind.

"Great victory!" Winters heard the other party shout: "Great victory!"

"General Sackler defeated the barbarian coalition! General Arpad defeated ten battalions in a row!"

The soldiers in the vanguard cheered, and everyone beat their chests and roared, throwing their hats into the sky.

Winters excitedly found Lieutenant Colonel Jessica, only to find Lieutenant Colonel Jessica, Colonel Bode and the other two colonel officers gathered together with solemn expressions.

"What's the matter?" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica asked Winters.

Seeing that something was wrong, Winters' excitement gradually dissipated. He said as calmly as possible: "Good news, the large forces in the rear seem to have defeated the Herd coalition forces."

"What's the use?" Colonel Bode spat. "The bridge has been burned again."

[I worked overtime yesterday and went home to have a good sleep. Please allow me to pay the debt slowly, I'm sorry. Still owe a map...]

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