Chapter 200 Strong Luck

Three days.

It took less than three days in total from the time when Plato's engineers carried the first pile-driving boat into the River Styx shouting slogans, to when the convoy transporting timber was ambushed.

Eighty wooden piles were driven down and the bridge deck was laid less than twenty meters before the White Lion's countermeasures came.

The interception of the convoy was like a starting gun. The Herd cavalry broke into pieces and began to launch endless attacks on the Plato logging team.

The Palatine hussars fought nine times a day, chasing and fighting with the Herds like a "dog chasing a rabbit", but they still could not stop the enemy from penetrating this coniferous forest.

Winters' team also suffered a surprise attack.

Twenty or so Hurd cavalry led their horses and quietly walked towards the lumberyard, never expecting to be hit by the sentry sent out by Winters.

The sentry blew a warning and bought time for his comrades with his life.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the Herds simply mounted their horses and attacked, only to run into the angry Centurion Montagne head-on.

The latter was cutting down a tree when he suddenly heard a whistle and rushed over wearing single clothes, holding an ax and mounting a war horse.

The leading Hong Lingyu was killed by an axe, and the remaining Hud people were chased and chopped all the way to the edge of the forest.

The Hurds didn't leave any wounds on Winters, but the horse galloping wildly in the forest did make him lose his fortune.

When Winters returned to the lumber camp, his clothes had been scraped to pieces by needles and branches, and his upper body was covered with bloodstains like cat scratches.

Ciel hurriedly boiled water and melted salt to clean Winters' wounds.

The body of the warning sentry was recovered. He was a very honest farm boy. His head and body had been separated by a machete.

"Cut it down!" Winters was already furious: "Cut off all the heads of the Huds! Hang the corpses on the tree! Nail them! Nail them all on the tree!"

The militiamen moved, and with the fiercest hatred, they cut off the heads of the dead men of Hed and burned them with fire.

Strictly following the centurion's orders, they used thick iron nails to hammer into the thoracic vertebrae and nail the dead enemy to the tree.

Headless bodies were strewn from the lumberyard to the edge of the forest.

After that, the Montagne logging party was never attacked again.

But not every logging team is so brave and good at fighting.

Some logging parties drove off the Hurds;

Some logging teams got into a scuffle, and the Herds withdrew on their own;

There was also a logging team that was completely overwhelmed. When the reinforcements arrived, they only found dead people everywhere.

The next day, two infantry brigades and two cavalry squadrons entered "Qiaolin".

[Note: Because the wood from this forest was used to build bridges, it was called Bridge Forest by the soldiers]

The commander of this detachment was Lieutenant Colonel Robert, an acquaintance of Winters.

Winters was called over by Robert immediately. The lieutenant colonel wanted to know the specific situation of each logging team and also wanted to hear Winters's thoughts.

"Leaving the camp before building the bridge in the middle of the forest, the logging teams set out from the camp and felled in all directions." Winters had nothing to say, but just said what he had said again: "The logging teams will cut down trees along the way, and they will fall behind them. Leave the road open. That way wherever there are police, the cavalry can quickly support them."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert nodded repeatedly and asked: "You have fought against each other. How is Barbarian's fighting will?"

"That's it. The size of the two Shifu teams is just suitable for the Hud people. But they have few people after all. As long as the logging team is determined to resist, the Hud people can't do anything. The key is that the morale of the auxiliary soldiers is in [Unknown Valley] The battle] was beaten to pieces and is now useless. The militiamen who did not participate in the battle of Nameless Valley still dared to put up a fight."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert pondered and asked, "What do you think about assigning two soldiers to each logging team?"

At first glance, Winters just thought it was ridiculous: Isn't this a dispersion of troops?

But after thinking about it carefully, it might actually be possible.

Compared to the Herd Raiders, the Timbers had a clear numerical advantage.

But they need a backbone to take advantage of their numbers.

There are now eighteen logging teams left, with two tent soldiers assigned to each team. The total is less than one brigade, and there is still one brigade left to defend the camp.

Even if troops need to be sent for rescue, they will be cavalry and not infantry.

"Okay, I think it's okay!" Winters agreed. He added: "Choose capable sergeants to lead the troops and station them in each team. With their support, the militia will not collapse at the first touch."

"Okay, that's it." Lieutenant Colonel Robert patted Winters on the shoulder and said solemnly: "No matter what tricks the barbarians have, our soldiers will block them, the water will come and the soil will cover them, and we will fight with them."

In front of his familiar superiors, Winters couldn't hold it back after all. He said dissatisfiedly: "Headquarters should have sent troops here long ago!"

Lieutenant Colonel Robert comforted him with good words: "The old man has to build a bridge and guard against the barbarian army. If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to take the risk of dividing the troops. Different positions have different considerations. Besides, he didn't send me here. ?"

"What's going on with the Hurds?"

"No." Lieutenant Colonel Robert shook his head: "They set up camp thirty miles away and were very careful. The sentries were scattered all over the place, and our scouts couldn't get through."

Robert and Winters were the only two people in the military tent, and the conversation was private.

Winters tried to be as calm as possible - but he still showed some anger: "I am just a centurion and a Venetian, and no one pays attention to my words. Your words have weight in the army. There is something I want to discuss with you." You say."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert said with a smile: "How come no one is paying attention? Arpad gave you all his wine bottles. That guy in Jessica who 'offends two out of three sentences' was full of praise when he mentioned you." .Whatever you want to say, feel free to say it.”

The branches crackled in the brazier, bringing a rare warmth in the winter.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica was praising him behind his back? Winters couldn't imagine it, because Colonel One-Eyed rarely gave Winters a good look in person - to be precise, Lieutenant Colonel Jessica didn't give anyone a good look.

But Winters was now concerned about another thing. He simply said: "Lieutenant Colonel, you Plato people lack attention to 'water', and you lack awareness of 'navy'. You are used to riding horses, but Parla There are also many big rivers in Latu. If you bring a fleet here, you will never be in danger today."

Hearing the words of the Veneta man, Lieutenant Colonel Robert was confused and thoughtful.

Winters punched his leg hard and spoke quickly: "The top priority is not to build bridges, but to build ships! The Styx not only blocks us, but also cuts off the communication of the Hurds. The Hurds don't even have a sampan. Even if we only have twenty small boats, the Huds on the other side are all alone and dead! We are trapped on the west bank, and we are afraid. But the Huds are trapped on the east bank, and he is not afraid?

Don't forget, the Hurds have cannons! The legion headquarters is now focused on building bridges. But if we can't control the water and let the Hurds on the west bank send cannons to the east bank, what's the use of building the bridge quickly? Then something big is going to happen! "

Lieutenant Colonel Robert was slightly startled: "Haven't the Barbarian's artillery been destroyed by us?"

"Who knows if they still have them?" Winters became more and more impatient: "The water surface is less than two hundred meters wide. Even a one-pound rotary cannon like a large musket can easily hit from the east bank to the west bank. I If it were the Hurds, they would transport the artillery to the east coast at all costs! Set it up directly opposite the bridge! Bombard the piling boats day and night and sink them all! Just launch one of those broken rafts and sink the other. !”

The cold wind blew into the military tent, and the flames rolled violently in the iron basin, just like Winters' mood.

"I'm glad you're not a barbarian now." Lieutenant Colonel Robert asked with a wry smile: "You haven't told the headquarters about this?"

"I sent a report to the headquarters the day before yesterday, but it turned out to be a mess and there was no reply."

"Didn't you tell Jessica?"

"I was sent out to cut down trees the day before yesterday. If you hadn't come today, I would have gone to find Lieutenant Colonel Jessica."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert put his hands on his knees and said seriously: "If the Herds move the cannon to the other side, the bridge will not need to be repaired. Don't worry, I will go directly to Colonel Bode and ask him to see the old man."

"With you here, I won't worry anymore." Winters breathed a little easier: "We don't have a boat, and the Hud people don't have a boat either. It doesn't take much, twenty rowing boats are enough to control the water."

"It's a pity that I know nothing about water warfare. When you have the opportunity, you must tell me more about water warfare and ships."

"Actually, I don't understand either." Winters thought of another old friend: "The Veneta Navy has a captain named Speyer, who is an expert in galley warfare. If I have the opportunity, I would like to help you Introduce him.”

"Okay." Lieutenant Colonel Robert laughed loudly: "It's a deal."

…

The Platuan people first cut a clearing in the forest, and then used the felled trees to build a front camp - also known as the Bridge Forest Camp.

Building materials were easy to obtain, and eighteen logging teams came over to help. The construction progress of the Qiaolin camp progressed by leaps and bounds, and it was almost completed in one day.

Because a large amount of wood was used, the fortifications of the Qiaolin camp were even stronger than those of the main camp with earth walls.

The logging team plus the two infantry brigades and two cavalry brigades brought by Lieutenant Colonel Robert totaled more than 3,000 people and more than 500 horses.

[Note: War horses, servant horses, and pack horses]

The camp was built according to the size of a standard legion camp and was more than enough to accommodate these troops.

In addition to the camp itself, Lieutenant Colonel Robert also planned to build a series of guard towers to provide advance warning.

But those can only wait until tomorrow.

After working all day, Winters was extremely tired and just wanted to have a good sleep.

The Qiaolin camp was basically completed, and various logging teams moved into the camp from the wild.

Although we still pitched a tent, having trenches and camp walls around us to protect us was more peaceful than sleeping in the wilderness.

After a final inspection of the camp, Winters returned to his military tent in three steps and two steps at a time.

It was already dark at this time. Winters gathered his energy and hurriedly wrote "Miss Navarre, I spent the whole day cutting down trees today" and then quickly got into the blanket.

Almost as soon as he lay down, Winters fell asleep.

…

Winters walked into a bathroom, and several classical beauties with vague faces and slender figures walked over, reaching out to take off his clothes.

He was startled and held on to the bathrobe tightly.

Seeing that she couldn't take off Winters' clothes, the beauty leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Don't do this!" Winters leaned back as hard as he could, but there was a wall behind him, preventing him from moving.

The beauty began to lick Winters, starting from the chin and moving towards the cheekbones little by little.

There was only one thought in Winters' mind: "Oh my God! Why is she drooling so much?"

He reached up to wipe his saliva and woke up from his dream.

When Winters woke up, he was frightened to death and almost hit a splitting spell.

An unknown thing was licking him.

Winters took out the dagger and activated the light spell. In front of him was a horse's face - a horse's face in the literal sense.

This face shape, this coat color, and the star pattern on his forehead were all very familiar to him.

"[Speech of horror]!" Winters was about to collapse: "Why did you come to my tent! Force your luck?!"

What kind of bullshit beauty? No wonder you drool so much!

The horse snorted softly and nuzzled Winters.

"I don't have any candy! Why did you run out of the stable?" Winters crawled off the camp couch in pain: "Get out quickly, I will take you back to the stable!"

After hearing this, Qiang Yun neighed and shook his head, pushing up Winters' tent.

The tent pegs were pulled out one by one, and a bone-chilling cold wind passed through Winters' body, taking away his precious body temperature.

Winters shivered involuntarily, trembling from his toes to his chest.

He was really angry.

"You kid!" Winters grabbed Qiang Luck's mane and said, "Go back to the stable!"

Qiang Luck seemed to refuse to give up, biting Winters' blanket and dragging him out.

The horse's eyes flickered, as if it was saying something.

Qiang Luck continued to drag Winters outside.

Winters was heartbroken, grabbed the blanket, wrapped it around him, and got on his horse.

There was no saddle either, just riding on a bare horse.

"Let's go!" He nudged his horse's ribs: "Tell me what you want to say?"

Qiang Yun took Winters and ran outside the camp.

The sentry guarding the gate saw Centurion Montagne wrapped in a blanket and riding a saddleless horse. Although he was surprised, he did not dare to stop him.

Qiang Luck didn't get very far before Winters knew what he wanted to say.

The west wind carried a faint smell of smoke.

"Grass!" Winters' face lost all color: "Fire!"

At Bianli, the Plato army sent the White Lion a fire.

Tonight, the white lion returns the favor.

This chapter was updated on December 27th [Sunday].

[His companions all rode horses given by his mistress, but his horse was obtained by luck. And luck is the best mistress]

I feel like I'm going to say something in the author's words, but I can't remember...Crash.